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Chapter 3 Martial Saint Fist(2/2)

"It's the little lazy man who got up late by himself. It's time to see that your brother and Xiao Zhuang Xia have finished their training. Don't talk nonsense, come and have a meal."

"oh."

The little guy pouted, but when he saw the food, he put all his thoughts on eating in a blink of an eye.

Uncle Dingtian rarely speaks when eating, while Aunt Honggui often picks up food for everyone.

The children were more noisy, especially Si Yun, who was small and not skilled in movement, and he could not serve food. He was also troubled by Si Shaokang from time to time, and it was very difficult to eat a food.

Seeing Si Yun pouting high and crying, Si Shaokang didn't dare to provoke him again in an instant, just tease him, but it would be no fun at all if he was too funny.

Zhuang Xia is more worry-free. Aunt Honggui smiled and picked up food for him. He is smaller, so it is even more difficult to pick up food.

The man's staple food was meat. After eating some porridge and vegetarian food, Zhuang Xia ate it with a long strip of meat, which seemed to weigh several pounds.

Si Shaokang had a good appetite and held a large piece of meat in his hand. It looked as big as half a Zhuang Xia. He ate it bite by bit.

Uncle Dingtian was still elegant in his meals. Although there were hundreds of nearly heavy meat in front of him, he divided the small pieces of meat into pieces with just a stroke of his finger and ate them slowly.

Their appetite is not accurate, and they can not eat for several days, and adult men can not eat or drink for several months.

When it comes to food, adults usually eat hundreds of kilograms, and tens of thousands of them, while children are fewer. For example, Zhuangxia cannot eat ten kilograms of meat a day.

This is also related to cultivation. The physical realm and its own strength range from hundreds of kilograms of meat can be eaten, and these foods are consumed in the exercise of tempering the body.

Men in the Gangqi realm have to refine their essence and practice, and they have a huge demand for meat. They can't even catch 10,000 pounds. Zhuang Xia was shocked when he first found out.

However, their cultivation speed is not that fast. Generally speaking, it doesn’t cost much, just over a thousand kilograms of meat.

However, monks in the Zhoutian realm mainly breathe spiritual energy and do not have much demand for ordinary meat, and can even be reduced to a very low level, but there is no need.

However, a master of the primordial spirit realm like Si Dingtian, who eats wind, drinks dew, and swallows the essence of heaven and earth, no longer cares much about the external environment, and is almost no different from the immortals that Zhuang Xia knows, except for lifespan.

Looking at Zhuang Xia's quietness, Aunt Honggui liked him so much that she picked up food for him from time to time. As for her two children, it was good news not to make trouble, let alone An Jing was obedient and even did it herself.

Zhuang Xia grinned and was very fond of her care. In the tribe, Aunt Honggui took care of her the most, and treated herself the same as her own children, which moved him very much.

A breakfast was spent in silence and noisy. Zhuang Xia, who had eaten, did not go out to play, but sat cross-legged on the stone bed in his room, placing an animal skin blanket, and Yu Jing communicated with the world tree in his heart.

It's been three months since the World Tree has not had a single movement, which makes him frown, his uneasy feeling hanging like a huge rock, and he is worried. After all, this is his biggest golden finger.

I was immersed in my heart, and suddenly, I couldn't feel the outside world, and I saw a small tree with only a dozen leaves, shining with colorful colors.
Chapter completed!
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