"Yushan, why are you running so fast? Are there new customers ordering food?" Ma Xiuyu looked at him and asked.

"No, no, I just came to see if the food is ready." Ma Yushan quickly shook his head and waved his hands, blushing and saying.

While Ma Xiuyu was busy, she pointed to the side: "The village chief and his friends have already prepared two portions of the dishes. Let's bring them over first."

"Oh, I see."

Ma Yushan was taught a lesson by Song Xiaohu just now, so how could he say such embarrassing things?

"Second brother, I have to go to the hut. You can take these dishes over first." After Ma Yushan finished speaking, he pretended to be in a hurry and ran out.

Ma Yuhe didn't think much, just put the dishes on the tray and carried them towards the hall.

"Village Chief, I have kept you waiting for a long time. This is the dish that Sister Xiuyu cooked herself. There are still some in the kitchen. I will go and serve it."

"Well, tell Sister Xiuyu, these two dishes are enough, you won't be able to eat much."

"Okay village chief." Ma Yuhe put the dishes on the table and turned to leave.

Song Xiaohu casually tapped the wine jar, and a strong air enveloped it, and the mud seal on it automatically fell off.

"Village chief, come here, I'll fill it up for you."

"Well, that's right, Xiaohu, your control over Gang Qi has improved a lot now. From the looks of it, you should be about to break through again."

Song Xiaohu filled another large bowl of wine for himself, and the two of them drank a big gulp of it.

"Village Chief, now my third layer of Gang Qi is released, and I feel like I have reached a bottleneck."

"When the fourth layer of Gang Qi is formed, I feel like I have caught something, but I don't seem to have caught it. Every time I want to condense the Gang Qi to take shape, the shape is there, alas! But in terms of power, it is not as good as

Once upon a time.”

Song Xiaohu poured another large gulp of wine into his mouth, frowning, looking puzzled.

Yang Donglai took a piece of meat and bit it into his mouth, looking at him with a smile.

"Okay, Xiaohu, it seems that you are really going to make a breakthrough this time, and you are ahead of the two rascals Ergouzi and the others again. You are indeed a good young man who can practice physical training. Come on, let's make another one."

Yang Donglai picked up the wine bowl and poured another large gulp into his mouth.

Song Xiaohu smiled bitterly and drank the remaining wine in the bowl.

"Village Chief, please stop making fun of me."

After saying that, he grabbed the wine jar and filled two large bowls again.

"Village chief, Sister Xiuyu wants you to try these two spiritual animal meat dishes."

At this moment, it was Ma Yuhe who held a tray in his hand and brought up two full plates of fried meat.

"Tell your sister this time, if we add more dishes, we won't be able to pay the bill. Well, not bad, Xiaohu, you are proud enough, come and try it."

"Haha, village chief, it's really gone this time. If you need anything else, you can just ask me at any time." Ma Yuhe said with a smile and left.

"Xiaohu, why are you still standing there? This meat is of great benefit to your cultivation. Eat it."

Song Xiaohu nodded, picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of meat and put it into his mouth.

"Well, I heard from my parents that our village held a meat-eating party last time. The meat was brought to our village by the old god. The spiritual power contained in this meat is more powerful than ordinary spiritual beast meat.

It’s really not simple.”

Song Xiaohu had occasionally eaten various kinds of spiritual beast meat in the past two years or so, but compared with these meats, it was really inferior.

"Xiaohu, let me see how far your Gang Qi has taken shape."

Song Xiaohu nodded, put down his chopsticks, and touched the fingertips of the Gangqi Luck in his body.

Following the control of his mind, a small stream of Gang Qi transformed into the shape of a knife.

Yang Donglai shook his head subconsciously: "Just knock down one of the branches outside and let me take a look."

Song Xiaohu nodded again, gathered enough strength, and threw the Gangqi Knife in his hand towards the big tree outside the window.

As the Gangqi Knife touched a small tree branch outside the window, the Gangqi Knife collapsed like a ball of water.

The small branches were knocked off, but they turned into a pile of debris. There were no traces of knife cutting anywhere.

"It's strange. There's no wind or anything like that. Why are the rotten leaves and branches falling off the trees? It's really unlucky."

Outside under the big tree, the second-rate man was chatting and spanking with a few people in the village.

A piece of rotten tree leaves fell directly on my head, and it felt like I was in compliance with the phrase "unlucky".

"Alas! Village chief, you've seen it too. It's like this every time. I really don't know what to do next!"

After Song Xiaohu finished speaking, he took another big gulp of wine.

"Xiaohu, take a look."

After Yang Dong finished speaking, there was also a strong energy in his fingers, which turned into a three-inch long blade in the blink of an eye.

This blade looks like substance on the outside, as thin as cicada paper.

Whoosh…!

Then I saw him throwing the Gang Qi blade away casually.

It was still at the same spot that Song Xiaohu hit just now. The tree trunk as thick as a bowl was broken neatly, and a large branch fell with a crash.

"Damn it, I'm sitting here with bad feng shui, right? What happened to this broken tree today? Why did you just get into trouble with me?"

"Haha, you bastard, you went out today and didn't read the almanac. You'd better go home quickly. This time a big branch hit you, maybe it will be a big brick later."

"Fuck, I really don't believe in this evil anymore. I'm just sitting here and fighting to see what he can do next."

Besides, Song Xiaohu at this time had already stared blankly at the position on the big tree that was neatly and smoothly cut out by Yang Donglai with a Gangqi blade, the size of the mouth of a bowl.

"Village Chief, how on earth did you do this? Can you teach me?"

Song Xiaohu has long been the excited one, wishing that he could do it right away, like Yang Donglai.

"Haha, actually you can do the same as me, but your Gangqi Sword is missing something in it."

Yang Donglai picked up the wine bowl and motioned for him to take another one.

Song Xiaohu took a big gulp and then filled two more bowls.

He couldn't wait to ask: "Village chief, please tell me quickly, what am I missing and how can I be like you?"

"Meaning...!" Yang Donglai spat out one word.

"Meaning...?" Song Xiaohu's mind was filled with thoughts.

Finally, there was a dark cloud above my head, and I shook my head and smiled bitterly.

"Oh, it seems I'm still too stupid."

"Xiaohu, come and see me again."

Yang Donglai pointed at the wine in the bowl and turned it into a stream of water.

Then, like the strong energy just now, the water flow turned into a sharp blade and slashed directly towards Song Xiaohu.

Song Xiaohu's expression suddenly changed with fear. Although he knew that Yang Donglai would not hurt him, he instinctively raised his hands to block him.

Yang Donglai was so funny that the blade turned into wine and fell into the bowl. Yang Donglai took a sip happily.

"Village Chief, what are you...?" Song Xiaohu's head was filled with confusion, and a large number of question marks danced incessantly.

"What did you see and what did you feel?" Yang Donglai looked at him and asked calmly.

Song Xiaohu thought about it, and finally scratched his head in embarrassment: "I don't know if that's right or not. I just felt that at that moment, there was an extremely sharp knife that scared me, as if it was about to split me into two pieces.

, in short, that moment made me feel very scared!"

"Well, this is what you are missing. Think about it carefully."

"Come here, little horse." Yang Donglai looked at Ma Yuhe who was sitting there again.

"Village chief, are you calling me?" This was the first time that Ma Yuhe heard someone call him that. He looked around and saw that there was no one around him, so he walked over with question marks on his face.

"Bring this bag of tea leaves to your cousin. Just say that the old god asked me to give it to her, and then use these tea leaves to make a pot of tea. Bring it over."

"Okay, village chief, I'll go right away."

When he heard that it was the old fairy's tea, Ma Yuhe's face was full of excitement. He carefully took the bag of tea, held it in his arms, and went to the kitchen in a hurry.

Seeing Song Xiaohu brooding there, Yang Donglai took a sip of meat and a sip of wine, enjoying himself without caring about him.

"Oh, village chief, I seem to have figured it out, but I don't seem to have figured it out. It's like something is covering my head."

"Village chief, tea is here."

"Well, just put it here."

Yang Donglai placed two teacups in front of them.

"The village chief lets me come!"

Song Xiaohu first filled Yang Donglai's cup, and then poured himself a cup.

"Hey, this tea tastes so weird!"

As the aroma of tea from the tea cup floated into his nostrils, Song Xiaohu felt that suddenly, his whole brain seemed to have opened a skylight, and it became extremely clear for an instant.

"Here, little tiger, how about you try this tea?"
Chapter completed!