Gourmet of Another World

A piece of barbecue fell to the ground, causing a cloud that had returned to God to ache for a long time.

But what makes him even more incredible is the formula, the guy... walking towards that place of the great battles.

What's all the fuss about a seven-pitch war saint in his district?

If he had been a little distracted by the wildfire of the heavens and the earth, he really had no thought at this moment. Didn't you see that many of the mighty were fighting for it? With his fix, just rushing in could have been bombarded by a bunch of supreme pressure.

He hesitated for a moment and shouted in the shadow of his walking distance. He felt he had to stop the walking formula and didn't want to watch it die.

But his cry soon drowned in the roar of the Great War, unable to recall the shape of the walking square.

Duan Yundang's ass. He sat on the floor, bit a bite of barbecue, and felt the delicious roast smell in the air, but he felt a little sad in his heart.

No one will ever be able to cook such delicious barbecue again...

……

Little Bai Fat Doo's figure followed the side of the pedestrian, and each puppet traveled through the valley, slowly toward the location of the fire pit.

The pedestrian cube holds a pitch-black dragonfly knife, the dragonfly with the dragonfly knife is present, and the surrounding spiritual beasts are all very intelligent trouble of never finding a pedestrian.

Occasionally, a few spiritual beasts who have lost their heads pounce toward the gait, all of which will be smashed by a punch of white.

The pedestrian formula is now a seven-point battle holy. Although Xiaobai has been raised to the limit of nine, it is also graded among the nine.

As before, Xiaobai faced the honored man of Shuloman and was suppressed, Xiaobai only had the fighting power of the junior nine.

Nowadays, as the gait cultivation improves, Xiaobai's fighting power also rises to the middle of the ninth grade.

But that's not the main thing.

With so many supremes present, the pedestrian formula is nothing less than a dream if it wants to grab this beast flame by itself.

The gait isn't that stupid.

Little White is tough to beat, but the pedestrian formula doesn't guarantee that he can resist the bombardment of so many mighty men.

So Pedestrian intends to let Xiaobai lead the way, and he intends to keep a very low profile of the past.

With Xiaobai, the goal is too obvious, and Xiaobai's combat power is not weaker than that of the Supreme, so it can easily attract the attention of those who are fighting.

And if there's only one person on foot, he's just a seven-pitch warrior, and in the eyes of the supreme, he's totally a termite, so it shouldn't be too eye-catching.

As to whether or not he will be brought to the forefront of the attention of the Supreme People when he approaches Veterinary Inflammation, it will be later.

How can you get it if you can't even touch it, as the gait suggests?

“Find a place to play yourself, and wait for my orders.” The gait patted a small white chubby tummy, saying faintly.

Bai stayed still and then stood where he was, turning around, guarding the footsteps like a rock.

Nodding his head on foot, he grabbed the ribbon knife and walked towards the fire pit where the flames were gushing.

Wow...

In the distance, a burst of crushed stone sounded, a wolf full of blood climbed out of the rubble.

The shadow breathed faintly and gasped heavily.

A two-step walk stops, stares wide, and looks at this figure suddenly climbing from the ground.

The North Palace has long since lost its previous virility, and the entire human race is overwhelmed with scars all over it.

Then Shulomen finally gave him a real spiritual rehearsal and almost broke him up.

Fortunately, his cultivation was strong, he hung his breath, and he didn't let himself die under that real bombardment.

The North Palace was also a little stunned when it saw the footsteps.

Because there is no hidden Qi in the footsteps at this moment, the scent of the Seven Pieces of War is flowing around him, the North Palace is naturally a glance to see through.

But that's exactly why he's confused.

A seven-pitch battle holy... fucking came to a place full of supreme wars?

Was he hallucinating, or did this kid have a hole in his head?

Which seven-pitch warrior has encountered such a battle from afar?

“You... what do you want to do?” The North Palace squinted, and although the figure was a little lumpy, the eyes were still sharp. After all, the pressure of the supremacy of the Nine Pints still existed.

The pedestrian glanced at the North Palace and pulled the corner of his mouth, ignoring this wrecked guy, but walked straight towards the fire pit.

The North Palace actually ignored you?!

Ignored a trash seven-point from a trial site?!

Kitamiya had been holding his breath for a while, and now this kid is ignoring him like this, he's almost going to blow up the whole thing.

Especially... the kid seems to be targeting the heavenly and earthly fire that hangs above the dome.

A seven-pitch war saint wants to stain the earth and the heavens?

Isn't that a big joke about skiing?

“Stop! You can't dye the flames of heaven and earth... get lost!” The North Palace drank the shape of the walking squares coldly, scornfully said.

Heaven and earth are the flames of his North Palace. No one can take them!

It belongs to him!

Though Shulomen is the supreme peak, after all, he comes from outside the South China River and must have his own means.

Of course, even if he can't get it, the District Seven Pieces of War Saint doesn't have any right to cover the fire.

The pedestrian frowned, turning around and looking at his North Palace Ming with no expression.

“Don't be ridiculous, celestial treasure. I can naturally try it if I want to.” Pedestrian.

The bright face of the North Palace is getting more intense.

It turns out he's a fool who's been seduced into losing his mind.

That's right, celestial treasure has its destiny, but what kind of destiny are you? Can you bear the terrible power of the heavens and the earth?

Seven pints in the district, contaminated with basalt, could be burned to ashes.

It's not about robbing an opportunity, it's about dying.

The North Palace's bright toe gently touched the ground, and suddenly the whole crowd shouted and appeared beside the footsteps.

He pressed the shoulder of the pedestrian and tried to pull the seven-point battle holy out of the way.

“If I say fuck off, then fuck off, or I'll kill you!” North Palace Minson Cold Road.

However, when he had just finished that sentence, he felt numbness in his scalp for a while.

His arm pressed against the shoulder of the pedestrian, and he didn't pull away the Seven Pieces of War... he is the supreme! Seriously wounded, but still supreme!

The North Palace was bright and twisted its head toward the gait, and at this moment the gaze of the gaze of the gaze of the two was close to each other.

Hurrah!!

The black smoke circled over the right hand of the foot, and a black pot gradually floated, falling on his hand and caught by him.

As the arms moved, the black pot also gradually grew in size and quickly became one person.

“This Nima is...”

The North Palace felt the wind whistle for a while. He stared at the black pot that hit him in the face. The black pot was still on his head.

At that moment, he felt like he had knocked over a five-flavour bottle, the messy smell poured into his mouth, he felt a "rub” crisp, and the nose beam seemed to have a tingle.

Hitting people in the face, what's wrong with vengeance?

When the North Palace whimpered, the whole person was smashed and his body burst out, falling far away.

Without any protection or apprehension, Kitamong-ming kissed Xuan Wu-Pot face to face.

He just climbed up and fell to the ground again, this time... he couldn't even climb up and was knocked out.

His nose was slightly twisted, and the little red snake twisted down from it.

The foot waved a pan of Xuanwu, glanced at the faint North Palace and ripped the corner of his mouth.

I told you that the wealthy treasure has its origins. You robbed you, I robbed mine, you must come to annoy me...

This guy does have a hole in his head.

Lazy enough to ignore the North Palace Ming, who had been knocked out by his pot, the gaze of the footsteps turned to the burning heavens and earth of the bears.

A few steps and finally before that giant fire pit.

Beneath the fire pit is a raging magma from which hot air erupts.

Ho!

A dragon chanted, over the head of the gait, a giant head slowly drooped down, and two giant lanterns stared at him.

The prime dragon that crawled out of the fire pit screamed, pointing directly at the gait.