Strange World Little Cooking Saint Chapter 940: Beef cubes (2)

　　 Fantasy sect escapes the world and drifts away from the human race. The world only knows that there is a fantasy sect, but no one knows where it is. This time, the Phantom Sect changed its old posture and sent out one hundred invitations to the outstanding figures of the world, inviting them to participate in the Eight Hundred Years of the Phantom Sect. This matter just revealed a little bit of news, and it caused discussion from all sides.

How many people are there in 　　? But there are only one hundred invitations. It can be said that every invitation is a privilege.

　　 Ordinary people only pay attention to the glory that floats on the surface, but the person who receives the invitation only feels that this move of the illusion must have other intentions. Basically, all the heroes of the human race who received the invitations responded, and the fantasy sect took the disciples to the fantasy sect.

　　 There was a lot of excitement outside the magic sect, and the inside of the sect changed from the coldness of the past, and there was a wave of joy up and down.

　　 Just as the people outside the sect are curious about the fantasy sect, why don’t the people in the sect yearn for the outside world. The chief of the clan held a celebration banquet, and the family felt strange like Huan Yong, but this surprise did not affect their inner joy, and it is said that the people who were invited to the banquet this time were the most famous figures in the legend.

　　 Although they were proud of being a disciple of the fantasy sect a long time ago, their sense of pride is now even stronger. Not every sect can have this face!

　　The joy in the sect Shiyu also felt it, but because of this, she was held tighter by the sect master.

　　 Yes, the lord himself.

　　The coercion of the human saint is too terrifying, but the lord of the suzerain has no intention of taking it back at all. Shi Yu only stood under her coercion for a few breaths, and the whole person was like being suppressed by a mountain. The ants are sweating all over, and their souls seem to be crushed at any time, even breathing is extremely difficult.

　　 "Why, I can't stand this anymore. Since I want to be the descendant of my fantasy sect, I can't just be so capable." Even if she was just sitting there, Shi Yu still felt the attitude of watching everything.

　　 She said she couldn't do it, but she really looked down upon herself.

　　 This thought flashed in his mind, Shi Yu took a deep breath, but the stubbornness deep in his heart was stimulated.

　　 "I can hold on." As she said, she stepped forward. But when her leg took a step, her thigh couldn't bear the pressure of the whole body, and it broke with a "click". The broken bones tore the flesh and blood of the epidermis, exposing the muscles and bones inside.

　　Since the remodeling of the body, Shi Yu's body has suffered such a pain before. She groaned, but did not stop, but continued to drag her broken leg forward.

　　The task given to her by the sect master is very simple: the highest place in the sect is the Zhanxinglou, and the sect master is in the pavilion. As long as Shi Yu can walk up to the Star Cultivation Tower, she will recognize the identity of Shi Yu Huanzong's disciple and return her Green Gold Order. In addition, she will also hand over the inheritance of this school to her.

　　 This temptation is too big, and what he gets is almost not proportional to what Shiyu paid, and Shiyu agreed without thinking about it.

　　 is just a short distance of tens of steps. Now it seems that it is as difficult as the sky.

　　 There was a slight "click" and another bone broke. If Shi Yu was able to take a half-step just now, then she can only be called half an inch forward now.

　　 Sect Master looked at the traces of blood on the ground, without a slight expression on his face, said: "If this continues, your body will be broken, and your soul will be severely damaged. The most important thing is that no matter how much you pay, you can’t Come to me. Are you really not giving up?"

　　 Even if two of his leg bones were broken, Shi Yu did not show his pain at all, "If many things can be given up easily, then I will not be here now, but as early as the ninth day. It turns into a dry grave. Since I want your approval, I have to pay the corresponding price. Now this test is very simple."

　　 Sect Master heard this, but did not speak for a while.

　　 And Shiyu had already taken the big medicine, and after the wound on his body recovered a little bit, he continued to move forward.

　　From sunrise to sunset, from the galaxy rising to the galaxy fading, the suzerain has not left in the pavilion, and Shi Yu has been working hard towards the goal, but the speed is extremely slow, and his body is also scarred.

　　 Hundred steps away, Huan Yong frowned, his uncle was also watching him, and he was even in a good mood, chewing a whole chicken.

　　 "If this goes on, her spirit will collapse." The coercion of the sacred human race can't be passed by just grit your teeth. Now Shiyu's body is full of scars, and the blood has soaked her clothes into a dark color. If it weren't for the medicine, she would have already tried her best to pass out.

　　 "How can that be? It's her own choice." The little old man licked his fingers, saw the senior sister sweep him, and immediately put away the chicken that hadn't finished eating, and flattered seriously: "Anyway, senior sister. You can’t make the wrong decision."

　　 Huanyong turned his head silently.

　　 But he knew in his heart that these were Shi Yu's own choices.

　　 At this time, Shi Yu's eyes were covered with blood, and his mouth was full of the smell of rust. Every time she stepped forward, the pressure increased by one point, and she could even hear the sound of bones breaking every inch.

　　 But these are not reasons to shrink.

　　 She is also proud of herself, and she is also proud of being a member of the fantasy sect. She is the descendant of the fantasy sect, since the fantasy sect wants her to continue, then she can't be the weak!

　　 "Teacher, I can..." Huan Yong was turned down before she could finish her words.

　　"No~IndoMTL.com~You haven't heard what I'm going to say yet." Huanyong whispered, but he only got one sentence: "No matter what you say, you can't."

　　Magic Yong couldn't, so I had to watch it beside.

　　 It's a pity that he couldn't keep watching even if he wanted to, because the Sovereign had spoken again, "A guest is here, Yong'er, go to meet you."

　　 "Me? Oh..." Huan Yong left with a heavy heart.

　　 But the word "youke" fell into Shiyu's ears, but she gave her another force out of thin air.

　　 "Sect Master, is Senior Wen Xuan coming back?" Shi Yu asked, removing the blood from the corner of his mouth. She is basically relying on her mind to support her physical body from being crushed, but it is difficult to go further.

　　 "Will you come? You will know if you don't see it at the party then."

　　 Shiyu knows that not everyone can attend this banquet. She wants to go to the banquet to watch, at least she can pass the test.

　　 At this time, Huan Yong who came to the entrance of the mountain gate also saw the visitors.

　　 "Senior Wen, Mrs. Wen." Huan Yong had seen these two seniors, and now he is not unfamiliar. "I didn't expect that the fastest one would be you." As he said, he saw standing here again. A five or six-year-old boy stood beside the gods and relatives, and he couldn't help showing a kind smile: "Is this Young Master Wen?"

　　

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