Chapter 346 Jinfeng Dynasty

"In the next Chiba? I don't know what to call the little brother?

The leading young man in brocade greeted Ding Yang, but his eyes were fixed on the tiger leg worn on the wooden stick. In the depths of his eyes, there was an imperceptible spirit, and many thoughts flashed in his heart.

The legs barbecued on the fire are already burnt yellow, so they can't tell what kind of beast they are. But with such a huge leg, it can be seen that the beast must be very strong. Moreover, there is a strange fragrance in the fragrance of the meat. The fragrance comes to the nose, and I feel refreshed. Obviously, it is not ordinary animal meat that can exude.

The person who can kill a spirit beast is at least the cultivation of marrow washing. If it is a spirit beast above the third level, then only the innate realm can do it. From this tiger leg, the young man felt that the owner of this leg was at least a fourth-order spirit beast, or even a fifth-order spirit beast.

But when he felt Ding Yang's breath, he was surprised to find that he could not feel any power from Ding Yang, just like the young man in his twenties in front of him, just a scholar with no power to bind a chicken.

Of course, this is impossible. Not to mention the people in the true world, as long as they are adults, they will at least have the strength no less than the bone forging realm of the Xuanhuang Continent. Dingyang can barbecue alone in this deep mountains and dense forest, which is not what ordinary people can do.

"What the hell is going on? Is there something wrong with my spiritual knowledge? It's impossible! I clearly felt that there was no power in him. Is his cultivation far above me? The young man Zhang Qianye immediately denied his idea, which was impossible!

He is a monk in the early stage of foundation building. Even if the other party's cultivation has reached the Dan period, his spiritual knowledge cannot sense the other party's real cultivation, but that breath cannot be hidden. Unless it reaches the cultivation above the infant transformation period, he can completely hide his cultivation, like an ordinary person.

Is Ding Yang a monk in the infant? Zhang Qianye didn't even think about it. In his family, the elder Taishang, who has the highest cultivation, is just a later cultivation of Judan, and has been included in the top five masters of the whole Jinfeng Dynasty. And the legendary first master of the Jinfeng Dynasty is said to be just a baby.

"Maybe this leg was just picked up by this young man and not killed by him? Or maybe he was killed by someone else and given him a leg, otherwise how could he not see the other parts of this spirit beast? Do you think it was taken away by the person who really hunted the spirit beast?

Zhang Qianye finally found a reasonable reason for himself. He was a little ridiculous about the idea that he was suspicious and regarded Ding Yang as a master.

How can there be so many masters in the world? I think Ding Yang is just an ordinary young man with no cultivation, so he can't find out his real strength, because he has no spiritual power at all, and naturally there is no way to explore.

Thinking of this, Zhang Qianye suddenly relaxed a lot. He smiled at Ding Yang and arched his hand and said:

"Little brother! What kind of beast meat are you roasting on the fire? Did you hunt it by your little brother?" He still wanted to test Ding Yang to see if this tiger leg was hunted by Ding Yang. If Ding Yang answered yes, then he had to be careful.

"I didn't kill it!" Ding Yang shook his head and didn't say anything more, just a simple sentence.

He didn't mean to hide it. The fifth-order spirit beast black tiger was indeed not killed by him, but died in the hand of Xiao Jin. He just took a tiger leg.

"Ha ha! I'm afraid that a beast's leg weighs sixty or seventy pounds, and I'm afraid the little brother can't finish it alone. Can you give me some to taste? Zhang Chiba came up with a smile and said very kindly.

"Whatever!" Ding Yang waved his hand indifferently. In fact, he was not particularly interested in the tiger meat. He just recalled some childhood events and felt it through this kind of barbecue.

"Thank you very much. I don't know what to call the little brother?" Zhang Qianye sat down on a stone next to the fire.

"Ding Yang!" Ding Yang said his name faintly, but his eyes did not look at Zhang Qianye, but stared at the firewood burning in the fire, instead of making a crackling sound. Ding Yang's eyes were in a trance and seemed to be crazy.

Seeing that Ding Yang was so indifferent, Zhang Qianye just smiled, but the two old men behind him showed an unhappy look in their eyes. Obviously, they felt that Ding Yang was too big, but Zhang Qianye did not speak, and the two of them could not make a sound, but their eyes looking at Ding Yang were full of hostility.

As for the remaining twenty men in black, they immediately dispersed and surrounded Zhang Qianye and Ding Yang in the middle.

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Zhang Qianye stretched out two fingers and pulled a piece of cooked meat on the tiger's leg like lightning. It weighed about one catty. There was an aura between his fingers. The cooked meat did not come into direct contact with his fingers, so as not to get a hand of oil.

"Good meat!" Zhang Qianye opened his mouth and bit a piece of tiger meat. The tiger meat melted in his mouth. A warm force entered his stomach and couldn't help admiring loudly: "This barbecue is crispy, melts in the mouth, and has a long aftertaste. It is several times better than the meat of [Xianzhihe] I once had eaten in the palace. It is simply delicious in the world."

Zhang Qianye exclaimed, and the eyes of surprise suddenly appeared in the eyes of the two old people who didn't think so. The [Xianzhi Crane] meat mentioned by Zhang Qianye is very famous. In the Jinfeng Dynasty, only the royal family can enjoy it. It was once praised as the most delicious food in the world by Zhou Bixing, the god of the Jinfeng Dynasty. It's them who have never tasted the taste of Xianzhi crane meat.

But listening to Zhang Chiba's words, this inconspicuous Dingyang roasted inconspicuous animal meat is actually more delicious than Xianzhi crane meat. Is this true?

However, they do not suspect that Zhang Qianye's words are false, because although Zhang Qianye is not a royal family, he is qualified to eat the precious Xianzhi crane meat, and naturally he is also qualified to judge which is better or worse.

Ding Yang smiled secretly in his heart. The black tiger is already the peak state of the fifth-order spirit beast. If it is not limited by the blood, I'm afraid it has broken through to the level of the mythical beast. Even if it is a monk in the early stage of building the foundation, it is not easy to hunt the black tiger, and he will be injured.

This black tiger can reach its current cultivation. Maybe it has been cultivated for hundreds of years. Of course, the taste is extremely strong. Since the fairy lucidum crane is raised by the royal family, of course, it can't be compared with this natural spirit.

"It's so delicious, how can it be without wine!"

Zhang Qianye swallowed a large piece of tiger meat in a few bites, and there were countless small stars in his eyes. It seemed that he had been conquered by this delicacy. He didn't care about the greasy corners of his mouth, and turned his head to the two old men and shouted:

"Bake the wine!"

Two old men, one in red and one in blue. The old man in blue took a package from his back, carefully put it on the ground, opened the package, and took out a white porcelain bottle with a big belly and thin neck from it. Judging from the volume of the porcelain bottle, it can be filled with about five catties of wine, and two white porcelain glasses, holding it with both hands. In front of Zhang Qianye.

Zhang Chiba reached out and took it, opened the cork, and a mellow fragrance immediately floated out. The old man in blue was the closest and immediately had a cold war, and a very enjoyable look appeared on his face. For a moment, the old man in red behind him, together with the twenty men in black around him, all sucked their noses hard. Obviously, they were intoxicated by the smell of wine.

"Come on, Brother Ding Yang, how about we have a drink?" Zhang Qianye put two wine glasses between him and Ding Yang, and poured the wine bottle in his hand. Suddenly, a light yellow stream flowed out of the mouth of the bottle and flowed into the wine glass in front of Ding Yang. As soon as he closed his hand, the yellow ** in the glass had reached the edge of the cup, but not a drop splashed out.

Just this hand shows that Zhang Qianye's control of force has reached a microscopic state.

"Come on! Brother Dingyang, you have delicious food. I will serve wine. Let's have a drink!" Zhang Qianye also filled his cup, raised it to his eyebrows, said to Ding Yang, looked up and drank it.

Ding Yang didn't say anything. He just raised the wine glass in front of him and drank it all. With his current cultivation, he would naturally not be afraid of what the other party would do in the wine.

As soon as he drank the wine, a warm mellow fragrance suddenly permeated his stomach, and he felt very comfortable. Ding Yang couldn't help but brighten his eyes. This wine was much more mellow and fragrant than the century-old wine he brought from the Xuanhuang mainland that he drank with Li Tianyu that day.

The two old men and twenty men in black, when they saw them drinking, their eyes showed envy. Obviously, they were very eager for the wine in the bottle.

"Ye-huh! This wine... is not bad!" Ding Yang nodded slightly and finally gave a relatively pertinent evaluation.

"Hey! Ding Yang, why don't you eat it?" Zhang Qianye ate three pieces of tiger meat in a row and finally relieved his sloppy. Suddenly, he found that Ding Yang was just staring at the fire and asked strange questions.

"Oh! I'm full." Ding Yang said something faintly, and then pointed behind Zhang Qianye, "Anyway, there is still a lot of meat. Why don't you ask everyone to eat a little?"

This tiger leg is amazingly heavy. After the two people ate it, there were still 40 to 50 catties of meat left on it. At this time, Ding Yang waved his hand and the huge leg bone flew towards the two old men.

The old man in red reached out to catch it, and there was a trace of excitement in his eyes, but he looked at Zhang Qianye. Zhang Qianye waved his hand and said, "Lao Hong, Lao Lan, since Brother Ding Yang is so generous, you don't thank him!"

"Thank you, Mr. Ding!" Hearing Zhang Qianye's words, the two old men arched their hands to Ding Yang, but there was no respect between their faces. They also saw that Ding Yang did not have any power. He should not be a practitioners, and naturally he would not win their real respect.

"Thank you, Mr. Ding!" On the contrary, the twenty men in black all bowed to Ding Yang, and the gratitude in their tone was very sincere.

"I think the Dingyang brothers are extraordinary. I don't know if they are the children of the Jinfeng Dynasty?" Zhang Qianye poured another glass of wine for Ding Yang, as if he asked very casually.