Although Xiao Shu said it was a pity, the irony on his face was self-evident.
Zhao Mingjie was furious, but his disciples were incompetent, and he could do nothing.
? This morning, there were 3,000 people on each side, and tens of thousands of martial arts battles took place.
However, Tai Dao Sect only won 30% of the competitions, almost losing face.
Zhao Mingjie said in a deep voice: "Elder Xiao, I sent Gao Lin and Zhang Jianbai to be absent today. When they return in the afternoon, you and I will compete again! How about it?"
Xiao Shu won, so he was naturally in a good mood. He raised his eyebrows and exhaled: "It's up to you. It's just that if both of them lose, then there is really no one in Tai Dao Sect."
After a day of fighting, the disciples of the two factions felt a little tired.
It was already noon at this time, according to the previous rules, it was necessary to rest at the other party's place and supplement food.
Zhao Mingjie brought everyone from Piaoxuezong to the dining hall.
This was originally a place for the outer disciples to eat, but today the Piao Xuezong came, and in order to avoid conflicts, a temporary clearing of the place was carried out.
As soon as he came in, Zhao Mingjie saw Yang Shun and a few handyman disciples listlessly arranging the tables and desks.
The table was empty, and no dishes were prepared.
Seeing this, Xiao Shu immediately chuckled and said: "The majestic Taiyi Sect will not even prepare meals for thousands of people. If the Taidao Sect is so difficult, we can pay for it, haha."
Seeing this, the other Tai Dao Sect disciples also booed and laughed loudly.
Zhao Mingjie's expression was very bad: "Where are the meals prepared by your kitchen fire yard? Didn't I send someone to notify you a long time ago!"
Although he is an elder of the outer sect, he is only in charge of different affairs. In fact, his cultivation level is not much different from that of the general elders of the inner sect.
The powerful pressure of the Soul Realm fell, and a layer of sweat oozed from Yang Shun's forehead.
"Elder Our deacon is preparing later, please wait a moment." Yang Shun trembled.
At the same time, his heart was also full of bitterness.
It seems that today, I am afraid that a punishment is inevitable.
Suddenly, someone behind Yang Shun patted him on the shoulder.
"The meal is ready, you guys go to the back kitchen to serve it." Lu Yu said.
Yang Shun froze for a moment, in his heart, he never thought that Lu Yu could cook rice.
That's 3,000 people. Even monks need at least five or six people to use spells.
"Don't untie the lid first, or the aura inside will evaporate." Lu Yu reminded.
Yang Shun just nodded, and ran to the back kitchen with a group of handyman disciples.
Not long after, a plate was delivered to every disciple of Piaoxue Sect, and there was a cover to cover the porcelain plate.
Xiao Shu said with a smile: "I think you Taiyi sects are not really poor, everyone gives this little. Tsk tsk tsk, no wonder the outer sect doesn't even have a single promising disciple. It seems that you Taidao sects are really poor. It's lonely."
An innate martial artist of a mortal must supplement a large amount of meals every day to keep the blood in his body full.
And the food energy that this group of monks need to supplement is even more astonishing.
With such a small plate, this is simply a beggar.
"Are you the deacon on duty today?" Zhao Mingjie stared at Lu Yu with murderous intent on his face.
However, Lu Yu looked as usual, and said: "These amounts are enough. If they eat too much, it will be bad for their cultivation." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com