As for the four leaders who had been examining back and forth, they were still observing their bodies carefully like swords. Once they found an abnormality, they wanted to strike like a cheetah.

After twenty minutes, the leaders withdrew their horrifying gazes with disappointment on their faces, looked at each other and shook their heads helplessly.

A bitter smile quietly floated on the face of the majestic leader.

"Second, forget it! It's futile again. I don't know which master the treasure chest fell into, but there was no clue at all."

The second leader of Yinhan stabilized his shaking body and whispered vaguely.

The black joints suddenly shook, and the strange cold wind disappeared in an instant, and a large number of illusory gray shadows also quickly dissipated between the world.

Jevrey, who felt the temperature recover quickly and no longer had violent fluctuations in his heart, also let go of his clenched fists and slowly stretched his arms.

With a slight panic, he looked around nervously and found that most of the demons had similar expressions. Jefrey Wencai felt that his performance was not outstanding.

The second leader of Yinhan flashed back his black joints and looked at the majestic leader with a pale face.

"I've tried my best! This black dark bone will take at least three months of cultivation before it can be used again."

"Don't force it when you have no time in your life! Forget it, you should go back and take care of your body first. Your appearance of being seriously damaged will not be cured for a while."

The majestic leader shook his head helplessly, waved his hand and greeted the other leaders who were also disappointed and overwhelmed with their faces to leave together.

Feeling the disappointment all over the sky, as a large group of elite demons rushed towards him, Jefrey Wen immediately bent down and silently sent the leaders away without saying a word.

This time, no one cared about the respectful Jevre. Wen. Even the always kind five fat leader lowered his head and looked thoughtful, and ignored the external things.

The heavy steps of the elite demons gradually faded away.

The anemia demons who collapsed to the ground finally opened their voices and wailed shrillly.

The other members of Crazy Scale, led by several unrecognized elite demon guards, also came out one after another, abandoning the treasure land that once buried the treasure chest as if it were walking.

After they all walked away, Jefrey Wencai slowly raised his footsteps, patrolled indifferently, and left quietly without being moved by the wailings.

No longer wandering around, I went straight back to the empty open-air kitchen.

When I found a clean stone slab, I lay down casually.

With his arms pillowed, his mind was uneasy, and he was constantly moving in an instant.

"It seems that no one has found traces of the treasure chest. The shielding ability of the dimensional space is really strong!"

"It seems that as long as the transformation talent is not wrong, I can still continue to mess around."

Jevrey quietly felt his thicker arms, becoming more and more determined about his previous thoughts.

"Even if I and Leas are coincidental, I will probably not get the ingredients to enter the level if I work hard. If I rely solely on the sacrifices from the same realm, when will I break through to the upper realm, the peak realm, or even the level to enter the level."

"A big meal like the ruins is not something you can encounter casually."

While muttering silently, Jevrei, who had not had a good rest for a while, had heavy eyelids and slowly fell asleep.

A dark and ferocious demon attacked, with nowhere to hide, the little coward running desperately with despair.

Crossing thousands of mountains and rivers, traveling all over the world, countless hideous demons are still chasing them.

The scarred little demon finally had no power to escape anymore, and was shattered and fell apart in fear.

The soul is imprisoned and is suffering from endless black flames.

The heart-wrenching wailing continues, and the little coward only hopes to be completely wiped out immediately and no longer endure the pain.

At this time, a terrifying ugly face approached, spreading its sharp teeth, and...

"No!..."

Jefrey Wen raised his head suddenly and quickly turned over, only to realize that it was just a horrifying nightmare.

Slowly wiped away the cold sweat, calmed down the little heart that was beating violently, looked around the open-air kitchen, and looked at the familiar kitchenware, Jefrey Wencai shook his head and woke up completely.

As the saying goes, dreams are an inexplicable reflection in the real world.

There is also a saying: I have thoughts on the day and dreams on the night.

Since waking up, Jefrey Wen, who has been terrified, has been fighting numbly and wailing constantly, and has not been able to get real peace.

Even if this is a highly realistic virtual game, treating the life you have picked up as capital for adventure, how can a young man from a peaceful era be without any worries?

Desire and fear, expectant and fearful.

This is human, a complex creature.

Isn’t it that improving my strength by any means also comes from the anxiety deep in my heart?

At this moment, Jevre Vin really wanted to have a heart-to-heart talk with Leas.

Although that little thing is not worthy of full trust, it is at least better than the demon chefs around him who seem close but are just using each other.

Unfortunately, after looking around, I still couldn't find the elusive Leas.

Suddenly, Jefrey Wen, who had nothing to do, accidentally skipped the stone kitchenware, thought for a while, and then slowly started to work hard.

Under the inhumane destruction of the sharp sword of the Scar Power Demon, the randomly discarded knives are gradually changing their shape.

Bone-clearing knife, bone-cutting knife, pig-killing knife, cutting knife, Western-style dining knife...

Presented one by one in front of Jevre.

Looking at these extremely familiar knives casually, Jefrey Wen was filled with emotion.

Back and forth, we are familiar with the unfamiliar and familiar feel, and all kinds of knives are played with very quickly, like flying butterflies, and like vipers that are flexibly turning over.

A basic set of chefs' introductory knife skills is forced to be brought out by a super strong physique, and it is so amazing that it makes the colleagues in my hometown very ashamed.

After the targeted tampering of the knife skills of Jevrei, it has become a very powerful close combat skill.

If anyone dares to underestimate this chef in the middle level of the mortal level and approach the attack range of his arms at will, then he will know what it means to cut a cow and what it means to have a bone ambition.

Jefrey, who had fought with many demons, had long discovered a serious problem.

Most of the demons below the upper level of the ranks have no combat skills or talent, and rely on their strong capital to conquer the world.

I really think that I am the great Pangu, the great way is simple, and I can prove the truth with my strength!

Bah, don’t urinate and look at yourself!

As for magic and sacrificial words, except for Leas, who has arranged those strange joints, I have never seen anyone with similar means.

This is also a ghostly and genius who has always avoided talking about this or just skipped it lightly.

For a moment, Jefrey, whose minds were jumping infinitely, had a lot of thoughts.

......

"Brother, what are you doing! Broken knives all over the floor."

The Scar Power Demon, which had not been seen for a long time, suddenly emerged and woke up Jefrey Wenpai, who was still in an unconscious state.

"I didn't do anything! I just picked up a few thrown knives and made a few kitchen knives. There was no way, the tools were not complete, and it was awkward to use them."

Hearing this, the Scar Power Demon looked at all kinds of knives curiously, and was amazed.

From time to time, I would pick up the bone-clearing knife and other casually play around.

Looking at the awkward sword-holding posture of the Scar Power Demon, Jefrey's eyelids rolled and his eyes rolled.

You layman, why are you so embarrassed to take charge of the kitchen power of the Scythe?

I really feel sorry for those leaders of the sickle who dies with their eyes open.

However, Jefrey Wen still didn't give any kind advice. It was common to teach his disciples and starve his master to death.

What's more, he is a guy who has known him for less than a day.

"Brother, the material of these kitchen knives is not good, that is, they are just pretending. If they are really used, they will be useless."

The Scar Power Demon put down his awkward and strange knife, and after hearing this, his eyes shone.

"If the material is not good, then change it to high-level materials. I happen to be familiar with the blacksmith of the Death Scythe. I will customize a few kitchen knives for you, and it should be fine."

"However, that old guy is under the supervision of his own, so it's not easy to get close to."

“Separately supervised?”

Jefrey was confused. Isn’t it just a craftsman? As for that?

Why didn’t I be under supervision alone? Is it because I was poor and I was not taken seriously at all?

Is the weak chicken ignored like this?

"That old guy has a little temper and is not weak either. When he was recruited, he had a little conflict with the members of Crazy Scales and was regarded as a typical example."

"Why do you talk to the lord of your close friend and let that old guy suffer less?"

"hehe."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jefrey smiled awkwardly.

"As for this, I'm not in a hurry to use it. And my relationship with my relatives has not yet reached that point."

"If you make a rash request and be scolded, it would be a trivial matter. If you are completely abandoned, you will probably have a hard time for us guys."

With a legitimate reason, the Scar Dali Demon was speechless and could only smile helplessly.
To be continued...