I was forced to control the world of cultivating immortals

Then the next day, I dragged my sleepy-eyed and drowsy body to worship the Holy Land of Yin-Yang.

People will definitely not want it.

Sikong Zhen also thought of this.

How can I stand here and spend the night in desperation as a dignified state shepherd?
What is this like?
Immediately.

He picked up his posture and suddenly rose to a higher void.

King Wu's breath overflowed, and he glanced at Wanli.

Immediately found a lush island on the sea not far away.

The small island is not too big, and it is deserted, with only trees.

"There's an island there, let's fix it!"

Sikong Zhen ordered, "By the way, roast and eat this half of the shark corpse!"

"As ordered!"

Others have exactly the same intention.

Now that he has gone through such a great danger and lost troops, it is time to find a place to recuperate and calm down.

call out!call out!call out! ...

After a period of flying away, everyone set foot on the island.

look around.

The middle of the island is divided by a meandering stream.

The water in the creek flows slowly and is crystal clear, the surrounding pebbles are as clean as washing, and bunches of sunlight shine through the gaps in the leaves, making the creek sparkling.

There are many small willow trees beside the stream, which are lifelike when they fall on the stream.

In the depths of the island, there is a boundless forest, and the cheerful chirping of various birds can be heard slowly, making the environment pleasant.

When everyone came here, they immediately felt a lot calmer.

"Hu Han, I heard that roasted meat from firewood is more delicious, you take some people to find some dry firewood, and make this shark meat into barbecue."

Sikong Zhen ordered.

"As ordered."

Hu Han called some soldiers and searched the island for a long time.

Due to the large number of trees on the island, dry firewood on the ground can be seen everywhere.

Not long after, Hu Han and others came back with five or six bundles of dry firewood, piling up a pile of dry firewood like a hill.

The chef accompanying the army took out a grinding disc from the storage bag, and cut the shark meat into small pieces.

But at this time, he was a little embarrassed.

The battleships are all destroyed, and the cooking utensils are not there. It seems that this meat can't be cooked?

Ye Nan suddenly came up with an idea: "Break some branches from the tree, thread the meat into skewers, and put it on the grill to roast it?"

This is the practice of mutton skewers in the previous life.

Ye Nan naturally knew in his heart that this shark meat contained a lot of aura of heaven and earth.

If it is given to Shangguan Wan'er, there is no need to talk about the benefits.

Just do it.

Ye Nan drew his sword out of its sheath, raised his feet and approached the forest not far away.

After hearing a few swish swish swish, some wet branches with white sap were cut off.

Subsequently.

Ye Nan carefully peeled them until they were thin and pointy, and then threaded those pieces of shark meat into skewers with his own hands.

After a while, I wore more than 300 strings.

But such a large piece of shark meat was only cut in half.

Soon soldiers came and wore these meat skewers too.

"Wan'er, go find some rough wood and make a barbecue grill."

Ye Nan described the appearance of the grill to Shangguan Wan'er according to the memory of the previous life on the Blue Star.

Shangguan Wan'er was clever, so she immediately went out to find a few thick logs, and cut them into stakes with a sword to make them look like a shelf.

With her hard work, the grill was ready in no time.

crackling...

The firewood is lit.

Everyone gathered around the shelf and began to roast the shark meat.

As soon as the Shark meat was put on the grill, after a crackling sound, it was immediately roasted to a yellowish outside and tender inside, exuding a tempting meaty aroma.

"Wow, it smells so good!"

"Yeah, this is something ordinary people can't eat. I didn't expect that under the righteousness of that person from the Holy Land, we survived a catastrophe and could still eat the meat of this monster!"

"Who said no, quickly bring me a bunch, I'm going to die of hunger after smelling it."

"..."

Sikong Zhen was overjoyed when he smelled the aroma of barbecue from afar.

Although he is a shepherd in Beimo State, he usually eats delicacies from mountains and seas.

but.

I have never eaten the meat of this shark monster.

But you must know that even the Scarlet Blood Ancient Clan that stretched down from the Middle Ages couldn't eat this kind of meat, let alone him.

"Quick, give me a bunch!"

Sikong Zhen's eyes were red, as if he had never seen meat in his life.

Ye Nan casually threw two skewers at him, and said, "Hey, Mr. Zhou Mu, this meat is much more delicious than the chicken on the table just now. Would you like to stop expressing your feelings and recite a poem?"

This statement came out.

Some Tianjiao stopped their hands of grilling meat and fell into silence.

They don't want to flatter that kind of doggerel anymore, it's too tiring.

"Haha," Sikong Zhen smiled awkwardly, "Then there's no need, eating quickly is the business."

In fact.

In this situation, he really wanted to chant a poem.

But now that the "pointing at a deer as a horse" has been done just now, the minds of those arrogances have been tested.

——Those arrogances are all of one mind with themselves.

Then there is no need to recite poems, so as not to make people laugh behind their backs.

"Father... I, I want to eat too."

Sikong Jianmo woke up suddenly at this time, his nose was moving.

Ye Nan took out two more skewers from the grill, threw them to him casually, and said sneeringly: "Mr. Sikong, your injury is too serious, eat a few more pieces of meat to mend."

"Thank you, Young Master Ye."

Sikong Jianmo replied lukewarmly.

Because the meat skewers were so delicious, Sikong Jianmo took two bites at a time, and quickly finished the two skewers.

Subsequently.

He took out a elixir and swallowed it, then mobilized the spiritual power in his body and sat cross-legged.

sizzle...

Healing sounds came from within his body, and the broken part of his arm stopped bleeding.

"Son, I originally planned to let you worship in the Yin-Yang Holy Land."

Sikong Zhen let out a long sigh, bitterness formed at the corner of his mouth, "But with your current state, to be honest, I don't know if the Holy Land will accept you in."

This is true.

Sikong Jianmo is from Beimo, so in terms of talent and aptitude, he is definitely not as strong as a native of the Holy Land.

And now.

Losing another arm made the originally not outstanding talent even worse.

In this way, the Holy Land of Yin-Yang must really be abandoned.

Ye Nan suddenly smiled meaningfully.

In his opinion.

This kind of thing with a broken arm, when there is a big war, I am afraid that it will be killed by the Holy Land of Hehuan just by meeting.

"Father, don't worry, Holy Land will definitely accept me."

Sikong Jianmo cheered up, "Although I have broken an arm, my cultivation is still at the eighth level of the Martial Lord Realm."

Speaking of this, he glanced at Ye Nan.

"Father, if this Mr. Ye can go in, then I can definitely go in too."

When the voice fell, everyone understood.

Oh too.

Ye Nan is at the Yuan Condensation Realm.

This kind of cultivation, to put it mildly, is not bad.

To put it bluntly, if you put it in a holy place, I'm afraid you can't even be a sweeper.

If Ye Nan could successfully enter the Holy Land, why couldn't Sikong Jianmo?
Doesn't make sense anyway, does it?