"What is this thing you are, what's the use?" the three of them asked.

The old monk Zhikong looked solemn and said in shock: "This is the evolutionary power of the chef god. With the spirit of the chef god, has the chef god stepped into the second level of the heavenly being?"

"Yes, this god has achieved the spiritual energy and entered the second level of the heavenly beings." He Fan raised his head and looked gloomy: "So, go to fight with confidence, one drop at a time, unless the heavenly beings take action, no one can stop it."

"What if I met your lineup?" Qin Wei asked excitedly.

"Power ten drops, and then, how far you can run, this is just a few drops of my evolutionary power." He Fan curled his lips. He really thought I was invincible, and he didn't look at what lineup I was in the past. If my body was over, it would be a slap, but this was just a few drops of evolutionary power.

"Then give us a little more, we will demolish the two major alliances in the north and south." The two said excitedly.

"No, giving thirty drops at a time has taken me a lot of effort. I have to eat a lot to make up for it." He Fan shook his head and muttered: "You can't rely on the chef god. You must understand how to fight yourself. The chef god is your strongest backing."

"Then we will try our best to bring you specialties." The three of them said.

"Where is Lian Yang Yan and Yan Xiaoqian? For the sake of the God of Fire, I will take care of him." He Fan asked, but he did not find the two of them.

"They have already run away. They have stepped into the eighth level of Shi Ling and can't help but go out to wander." The three of them said enviously.

"Then they deserved not." He Fan didn't say much and waved his hand: "You guys hurry up and go, it's been ten years, and I don't know what it has become outside."

"Then Xiao Fanfan, you send us away. This place is so far from the alliance, we can't get out." The three of them couldn't wait to say.

"Okay." He Fan nodded, waved his hand, and an evolutionary force wrapped them in it.

"Cook God." Zhikong shouted. He Fan is now at the second level of the heavenly being, and he is still at the first level of the heavenly being. He really wants to ask for advice.

"I will come back when I send them away." He Fan said lightly, taking them away in the air.

With a thought, the three of them were in a trance and had already arrived at the Jianghe City Special Guardian Center.

"This is here?" The three of them were stunned. Is this too fast?

"This is God." He Fan raised his head and looked proud: "Try to catch up, young man."

"I deserve to be single after chasing you." Qin Wei curled her lips.

Liu Qingyuan nodded deeply: "It's based on strength."

Lin Yuankai didn't speak and followed the two of them silently.

He Fan returned to the golden barrier, looked at the old monk Zhikong, and said with a smile: "Come on, the true Buddha, I will give you some advice."

"Thank you, God of Chef." Zhikong hurriedly pulled He Fan for advice: "How did you achieve level 2 of heaven and man? Have you found more inheritance?"

"Before this, do you want to express it?" He Fan said dissatisfiedly: "I have brought a lot of things out."

"What do the chef god want? I'm afraid the chef god doesn't look down on this little thing on the old monk." Old monk Zhikong frowned.

"I don't know if there are peacock evolvers in Buddhism?" He Fan thought for a while and asked.

"Which inheritance do you want?" Old Monk Zhikong's face changed slightly.

"Yes, Yin and Yang and Five Elements are the foundation for building the world. The five-color divine light can absorb all things in the world. The god wants to use it to build the world of chef gods." He Fan said.

"The World of Chef Gods? Do you still want to create the world?" Zhikong was stunned. Do you want to learn Pangu or God? The heavenly beings can no longer satisfy you, and they actually want to create the world!

"An evolver who doesn't want to create the world is not a good cook." He Fan said firmly: "I want to create a world of chefs with only delicious food."

"That would disappoint the chef. The Buddhist temple has no inheritance of the five-color divine light, so it will be cut off long ago." Old monk Zhikong shook his head and said.

"Then do you have a magic weapon?" He Fan was a little disappointed and moved his target.

"What do you want to do?" Zhikong looked at him vigilantly.

"Make a dry stir-frying artifact." He Fan said calmly: "I have said that I want to eat the artifact, but I have finished eating the artifact."

Zhikong: "..."

The old monk should think about it himself and don’t want your advice, so you can do whatever you like.

"Is there any?" He Fan asked impatiently at the silent old monk.

"Cook God, let me talk first, how did you avoid the ban on Ancestor Wa? Can you pass this method out?" Zhikong pondered.

"The method of concealment." He Fan curled his lips. The heavenly beings who can walk and the turtle beings are completely different from the heavenly beings.

"Can it be heard?" Zhikong said.

"Three magical artifacts, complete." He Fan stretched out three fingers, the incomplete ones, and it was useless to him. The complete ones could add some data.

"It's useless." Zhikong shook his head and refused. The three complete ones were really dared to think about it.

There are only a few complete artifacts left over from the mythological era, and three are needed to open your mouth, and you have too much appetite.

"Then how many items can you give?" He Fan said dissatisfied.

"If you use it to improve your strength, the old monk will give it, but if you use it to eat, the old monk would rather sit here." Zhikong shook his head and said, he was just trying. He Fan could go out, perhaps because of the evolutionary method of the ancestor Wa, he would not be able to evolve the ancestor Wa.

"Then you just sit down. I want to go to the God of Fire to drink." He Fan didn't care much. Now he wanted to improve. It was impossible without a large number of magical artifacts. As for extremely high-quality, if there were, this space crack could be suppressed with magical artifacts.

"Amitabha." The old monk chanted the Buddha's name and returned to the stone platform to sit.

He Fan really went to Yan Shendao to drink. Now he is really invincible, but the group of Feng Clans cannot kill them, so he can only live a life of a salted fish.

He Fan came to the temple, opened the door, and a group of familiar beasts rushed in.

"The chef is here." Seeing this way of entering the market, Yan Shen Dao and Xuan Jun Taoist thought of this guy at the first time.

"Yes, I am back. Keep looking at me with such envious and jealous eyes, don't stop." He Fan entered the temple, his face full of pleasure.

The two rolled their eyes, and Yan Shendao greeted: "God of Chef, come and see, is my Xiaoqian powerful? She has become famous all over the world and has a very good demeanor."

"You can only see here." He Fan smiled and expressed his contempt.

"What's wrong here? I was satisfied when I looked at Xiaoqian's news." Yan Shen couldn't hide his smile.

"Well? Who is it that I don't worship when I see the god?" He Fan glanced for a moment and was attracted by a line of information: "I have never lost the battle with the three evil sons of Buddhism and Taoism?"

"A evolver in the north seems to be a member of the Wind Clan, hiding his identity." The God of Vulcan took out a piece of information and opened it and looked: "This God of God does not worship is very much like your demeanor."

"Shameless?" He Fan said happily.

"You know you're shameless?" Taoist Xuan Jun complained.

"I have a lie to myself." He Fan was proud and did not feel ashamed at all: "What's wrong with shamelessness? If you have the strength, who dares to say anything? If you have the ability, you can say it again in front of me."

Taoist Xuanjun: “…”

OK, the old man is incompetent.

"The demeanor I talk about is not shameless, but like you. Except for interests, no one will be invited, including the north." Yan Shendao said.

"Is that so? It seems that I am going to go to the north again." A strange color flashed in He Fan's eyes.

"Do you know who it is?" Yan Shendao looked at his expression and said curiously: "Who?"

"Qin Yue." He Fan thought for a while and said, "Of course, I am not sure. If it were her, the movie given by God would not be in vain."
Chapter completed!