Saint Ancestor of All Demons

The distance of one hundred thousand kilometers was a dusty journey for Xiang Chen, crossing famous mountains, rivers, and lakes. It took him several hours to reach it using the crane spirit driver.

The next day, early in the morning, a vast ancient city appeared on the distant horizon and in front of the boy's eyes.

Zhongzhou, the imperial capital!

Outside the imperial capital, there is a black Great Wall that stretches tens of thousands of kilometers and is thousands of meters high!

When people stand under the Great Wall, an ancient and majestic sense of oppression sweeps over them.

In the previous life, mortals could build the Great Wall with their own strength, not to mention that in this world of monks, the capabilities were beyond the imagination of mortals.

The Imperial Capital of Zhongzhou is also known as the number one city in Kyushu. It stretches tens of thousands of kilometers from north to south, covers an area of ​​no less than 10 million square kilometers, contains mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, and has a population of more than one billion.

The area of ​​the imperial capital occupies a quarter of the entire Zhongzhou area, with no less than dozens of gates and exits from east to west, north and south.

The location where Xiang Chen entered the city was the southeast gate No. 5.

At the gate of the city, people were coming and going, cars were busy, and various caravans were coming and going.

There are also hundreds of soldiers standing guard at the gate of the city, checking the identities of passers-by. You also need to pay an entrance fee of ten spiritual coins to enter the city.

The soldiers who were inspecting were also highly cultivated. Almost all of them were defenders within the Yuanyang realm. There was also a grandmaster-level captain officer stationed at the door.

Xiang Chen followed the crowd into the city. His identity was checked at the city gate, and he also paid an entrance fee of ten spirit coins, and then he entered the city smoothly.

As soon as you enter the imperial capital, you will see a forty-foot-wide street (about 120 meters) leading into the distance. There is an endless stream of people coming and going on the street, and the streets are full of shops and shouts.

There are many tall buildings, hundreds of meters high buildings can be seen everywhere, and brick and wood buildings that are thousands of meters high are also common.

Busy and lively!

This is not the first time that Xiang Chen has experienced the prosperity of this city, the largest city in the world. The streets are almost full of monks. There are as many Yuanyang as dogs. The soul moon is everywhere, and only the master can shake it.

Xiang Chen walked neither fast nor slowly on the street. Every step he took was a distance of more than ten meters, shrinking the ground into an inch. Some small uses of spatial ability can also be called small-scale spatial movement.

"Shaobing, fragrant python beef biscuits!"

"The candied haws of a century-old hawthorn fruit can be eaten by guests to get away from the dust."

The streets were full of shouts, and the scent of various delicacies filled your nose.

This made Xiang Ergou, who always claimed to be a foodie, naturally move his index finger.

Xiang Chen came to a street noodle shop. This noodle shop was a long stall with a rich aroma. The owner was a kind old man with a low cultivation level and the second level of Yuanyang.

Most of the more than ten long tables around the stall were full of people. The old man used a bamboo drain to scoop up a bowl of noodles with an attractive aroma, and poured it on the broth stewed in the big cauldron nearby. The meat pieces had a rich aroma. Makes one's mouth water.

Xiang Chen found an empty seat and asked with a smile: "Uncle, how much does a bowl of noodles cost?"

"Brother, this Mangshan beef noodle is worth ten spirit coins per bowl. A bowl of it will refresh your spirit and fill your stomach." The old man said with a smile.

"Bring me a hundred bowls!"

Xiang Chen directly took out a large bunch of spirit coins and placed a thousand coins in a bunch on the table.

There are no mortals in the imperial capital. The basic currency circulating here is the spiritual coins used by monks. Gold coins are directly circulated in lower-class countries like Da Chu.

"Haha, I have a lot of stomach. Please wait a moment."

The old man was slightly surprised. The surrounding customers all looked at Xiang Chen. One hundred bowls, good guy, this guy is an elephant. He must have eaten so much.

The old man put dozens of kilograms of noodles into the treasure pot to cook noodles for Xiang Chen. Not to mention, he actually had a large bowl of hundreds of bowls here, which was bigger than a bathtub.

After a while, the old man held the noodles up to him with real energy, and gently landed in front of Xiang Chen. There was a large bowl of noodles in the shape of a giant bowl.

The noodles are poured with broth, minced beef, sprinkled with a layer of chives and coriander, and finally boiled oil is poured over it, tsk... the onion fragrance comes out, making people's mouth water.

Pouring the chives in boiling oil can fully stimulate the onion fragrance to blend into the noodles, and adding some peanut butter is the finishing touch.

This bowl probably weighed no less than a few hundred kilograms, and there were a few fried eggs the size of ostrich eggs on top. ?

"Thank you, I'm starting." Xiang Chen swallowed.

Good noodles cannot be without spiciness, so he took out a large jar of chili oil he made himself and sprinkled it on, adding peanut butter to make it even more delicious.

Stirring with long chopsticks, the noodles absorb the soup, and you pick up a large bunch of noodles and suck them into your mouth, which is extremely lubricated.

Huchihuchi...

A large string of noodles is sucked into the mouth, the soup is in the mouth, and the taste buds on the tip of the tongue are beating. After chewing, the elastic texture of the crystal-like powder noodles makes people lament the quality of the gluten and the control of the cooking temperature.

The flour material is probably something like spiritual wheat, and a bowl of noodles also contains weak spiritual energy and health-preserving medicinal power.

"It's delicious, grandpa is so good at his craftsmanship!" Xiang Chen's eyes shone and he gave the old man a thumbs up.

The old man cooked noodles for the others. Hearing this, he smiled proudly and said: "Hahahaha, my old man's noodle shop has been open for more than a hundred years, and within a radius of ten miles, I am proud that no other noodle shop is as delicious as mine. I'm fine if you like it."

Xiang Chen started to slurp at the noodles. He quickly ate most of the several hundred kilograms of noodles and soup.

The speed at which he was eating made the people around him stunned and felt like beasts in their hearts.

The little white tiger also smelled the fragrance of noodles and jumped out of Xiang Chen's arms. Xiang Chen asked the old man to cook another hundred bowls of noodles.

Most of the dust and fatigue along the way have receded under the delicious taste of these noodles.

Wow…

However, at this moment, a large group of men and horses wearing blue armor floated over the street riding on seahorse-like flying beasts. The surrounding carriages, horses and pedestrians quickly moved out of the way, looking at these people with fear and hatred.

These people were wearing blue fish scale armor, their skin was light blue, they were human-like, and they had gills under their ears.

Sea people!

There are actually people from the Hai tribe here!

"Hush!"

The siren horse in front stopped, and a young man from the sea tribe who transformed into a human and wore a blue robe jumped down and shouted: "Get away from me, all the rest, Old Li Tou, give me and my People cook noodles.”

"It's him again, Shatong from the Nanhai Tribe Embassy."

"Damn it, these arrogant and unreasonable pirates."

The surrounding guests cursed secretly, but all they could do was to get out of the way. Dozens of sea tribe soldiers came over to eat noodles.

Disgust and helplessness flashed in the old man's eyes. It was this group of people who were eating the King's meal, but he could only come over to greet him with a flattering and humble look on his face.

Everyone else had left. On the long table on the left, there was only a handsome young man with black hair and black eyes, an oriental appearance, who was still eating noodles and immersed in the delicious food. There was a white tiger about one foot in size beside him. .

"Boy, let me get out of here!"

A sea tribe soldier came over and pushed Xiang Chen with one hand.

Xiang Chen didn't move, he held the noodles with chopsticks with one hand and continued eating. He reached out with one hand, grabbed the other person's hand, and folded it!

Click!

"ah!!"

The Sea Clan soldier let out a scream, and his wrist was broken directly.