A desolate beast, Song requisitioned ten pots to cook them all. The dozen or so holy warriors who stayed in the tribe were together with the witch chieftain, eating with round bellies, and touching their stomachs one by one with satisfaction, feeling that although they were holy warriors and had a respected status in the tribe, they had not enjoyed such a delicacy for a long time.

Or rather, never enjoyed it before.

One pot cooks for two hours, and ten pots take a full twenty hours. Fortunately, he was clever in the middle, and jumped back to move all the big clay pots in the tribe, plus Chief Wu also contributed his own largest clay pot, and Song Zheng only took four hours to finish it.

He stretched and couldn't help but smile when he saw that everyone was satisfied.

Suddenly, he blessed his soul. Before entering this holy medicine world, he had just been promoted to a senior Zhenguo. In the face of a powerful senior like the Blood Refining Demon Saint, he is neither humble nor arrogant, and he is quite identious.

But here, too, he was able to cook spiritual food for these weak holy warriors.

Not afraid of the strong, not bullying the weak - this is not a self-boasting, but a plain description, there is a sense of the so-called heavenly way, taking all things as dogs, and treating everyone equally.

The moment he realized it, he felt that his state of mind was more stable.

The holy warriors ate meat, and the rest of the tribe drank soup. In fact, they can only withstand the medicinal power of broth. When I woke up the next day, everyone in the tribe, from top to bottom, was in good spirits and felt refreshed, different from yesterday's self.

In the process of hunting, the holy warriors clearly felt that their speed was faster, their strength was stronger, their eyes could see farther, and their ears could hear more clearly.

And ordinary members, in the process of collecting food, found that they could easily complete the task of the whole day in half a day.

They could only judge that this was the benefit brought by His Excellency Song Zheng's pot of meat yesterday, and the benefit was great, but they couldn't describe how big it was.

But the Witch Chieftain can.

The Witch Chieftain is the wisest person in the entire tribe, and in terms of talent, being able to become a Witch Chief is even rarer than being a Holy Warrior. After a night of laughing and digesting, he thoroughly digested and absorbed the spiritual food he ate yesterday, and then when he woke up in the early morning, he was stunned to find that he had not improved his magic power for more than ten years, and there was a faint hint of floating!

There is no cultivation method in the Holy Medicine World, and the Witch Chief, like the Holy Warrior, can only improve his strength through ordinary exercises. And the Witch Chief's ascension is much slower than that of the Holy Warrior.

In fact, the greedy wolf witch chief is very aware of one fact: about seventy percent of the witch chiefs of a small tribe like him become the witch chieftain The moment he becomes the peak of his life.

It is difficult to improve in the future.

The qualifications of the greedy wolf witch chief are good, and in the first twenty years of becoming the witch chief, he was still able to improve like a snail, but since more than ten years ago, his potential seems to have been exhausted, and no matter how he exercises, he can no longer feel the slightest bit stronger.

Yesterday's meal actually made his magic power rise a little. Although the degree of ascent is so faint that you can barely feel it, it is really afloat after all.

Chief Wu was excited, he found a few more holy warriors, checked their strength, and found that the holy warriors had improved extremely significantly, and their strength had increased by about half a percent!

Although it is because it is the first time to consume this spiritual food, the improvement is the most obvious, and it will definitely gradually weaken in the future, but this is already extremely exciting.

The holy warriors were particularly attentive in their hunting today, and the Wu Chief quietly gathered all the people in the tribe, collected all the iron ore in the tribe, and built a huge iron cauldron for Song Zheng in the crater.

When Song Zheng saw this iron pot, he had to admit that the development of civilization may really be the same end.

The appearance of this iron pot is six or seven points similar to the Ding Furnace of the Hongwu World.

It wasn't until the sun was about to set that the holy warriors who had gone out hunting returned, and they were beaming, and a few of them were wearing colors and smiling faces.

Together, they carried a six-zhang fifth-order desolate beast Tianmu Wolf and knelt in front of Song Zheng like a treasure.

Song Zheng also smiled slightly, and slapped them on the head: "Go back and prepare the biggest bowl." The holy warriors were overjoyed, and turned around and ran away, for fear that they would not be able to grab good meat if they came back too late.

In the afternoon, Song Zheng walked around the tribe and couldn't help but sigh secretly: The world of holy medicine is blessed!

If you can't practice here, there will be no methods such as Dan Dao and refining tools, and the vast world Yuan energy is overflowing, accumulating over time, and you can see all kinds of spiritual fruits, spiritual grasses, spiritual materials, and ores almost everywhere.

When he was secretly tracking before, his attention was not on these aspects, but now he paid attention to the search, and immediately made many discoveries. There is no doubt that if you can enter the Holy Medicine World in a big way—or if you think differently, you can trade with the Holy Medicine World, and a large number of cheap resources will flow into the Hongwu World, which will greatly improve the Hongwu World.

Song Zheng picked some suitable spiritual herbs and spiritual fruits, and used his experience in spiritual food to save a recipe, and after repeated deliberations, he was quite proud, feeling that the monarchs, ministers, and envoys had taken care of it, and it was an outstanding production among low-level spiritual food.

But after thinking about it, he decided to be cautious and passed this recipe to Zhou Sheng, but in less than half a quarter of an hour, Zhou Sheng scolded him with a stinking face: "Your recipe is really good, if you cook according to your recipe, you can say goodbye to the entire greedy wolf department forever tonight, and after the twenty holy warriors they are still outside come back, they will definitely look for you desperately." ”

Song Zheng was timid: "Is it really so bad?"

Tuesday is always so polite, and I don't know if it's because he's been infected after spending too much time with the old monsters in the Star Picking Tower, or if it's because it's just his nature, or both.

"Don't you think that you are already in the middle stage of the Tiantong Realm, and everything is clear? Dan Dao is a way, the difference is a thousand miles, you haven't studied it seriously, or don't fool around. ”

Song Zheng was criticized for being a little lonely. On Tuesday, with just the right amount of cold arrogance and a few hints of indifference, he threw out an improved formula: "Oh, take it, this is appropriate." ”

Song Zheng almost jumped in anger, this bastard just wants to show that he is more bullish than Ben senior!

But he looked at the recipe for a while, and had a feeling of sudden realization, and understood where he was wrong before, although what this guy said on Tuesday was mean, but it was not exaggerated.

"Although this official's formula is violent, it has the hope of stimulating the deepest potential, if they carry it, they may become a complete holy warrior!" he muttered to himself, and still honestly used Zhou Sheng's formula.

With a new cauldron, this Tianmu wolf Song Zheng is naturally stewed.

This time, the tribe was empty, and even a two-year-old child with a large bowl in his hand rushed to the crater, followed his parents, and looked at the cauldron and swallowed his saliva.

When Song Zheng was cooking, he didn't avoid the Wu Chief, and even deliberately slowed down his movements when he was mixing the spirit grass and spirit fruit, so that the Wu Chief could remember.

Chief Wu was not only unhappy, but his heart sank, because he knew that this was a manifestation of Song Zheng's insistence on leaving the Greedy Wolf Department. Song Zheng is leaving a benefit for the greedy wolf department.

He guessed right, Song Zheng did mean this. For Song Zheng, this is the cause and effect between the Broken Wolf Department and the Greedy Wolf Department, or rather, it is a good relationship between the Broken Wolf Department and the Greedy Wolf Department.

This time, the effect of the Tianmu Wolf was better than yesterday's fourth-order desolate beast, and after one night, the entire tribe was once again "full of vitality". The most painful thing is that there are bear children at home, and after these half-grown children drink a bowl of broth, they jump up and down energetically the next day, making the whole tribe jump and dogs, and refuse to stop until very late.

The Witch Chief felt that his magic power had increased again, and the strength of the Holy Warriors had increased by half a percent again.

In the afternoon, the leader of the warriors returned with nineteen holy warriors, and they also brought back dozens of captives, all young women and children under the age of six.

After being attacked by Song Zheng, the Tiger Remnants immediately chose to migrate, but they were still caught up by the holy warriors of the Greedy Wolf Department. Also because of the pursuit, there was a delay, and they came back late.

When the warrior leader returned, he was shocked, because he was originally the most powerful holy warrior in the tribe, but now when he entered the village, he felt several powerful forces, and he was not much worse than himself!

"What's going on?!"

The holy warriors hunted a sixth-order desolate beast and a three-headed silver-ringed python this morning, and the warrior leader was startled when he saw this giant beast, and reprimanded him again and again: "You are bold, such a powerful desolate beast dares to provoke?"

But he immediately thought of those powerful breaths, pursed his lips and stopped talking, he already knew what was happening, and unceremoniously pulled out the clay pot at home, and held it as a bowl in his hand, ranking at the front of the line, second only to Chief Wu.

When the holy warriors saw the large clay pot in his hand, they couldn't help but show a look of admiration: There is indeed a gap between us and the leader, even if the difference in strength between everyone is very weak now, but in terms of the thickness of the skin, it still cannot be calculated.

After this night, the leader of the warriors was sure that Song Zheng must be the man who haunted him for the rest of his life!

This feeling is too refreshing, eat and sleep beautifully, and wake up the next day with half a strength - he carries huge trees and boulders every day, and he is tired and tired for more than half a year, but he can't achieve this kind of improvement.

In the next few days, Song Zheng secretly taught the Wu Chief several cooking methods of the desolate beast spirit food, and then the time for separation came.

Zhou Sheng had already accurately deduced the method of the witch chief's inheritance, and Song Zheng found the witch chief: "Today they hunted a fifth-order desolate beast Thunder Tiger, you can try it and cook spiritual food for everyone." ”