He no longer thought about how far he had to go, no longer thought about how many attempts he had to make, and no longer thought about how long his exhausted body could last.
Darkness ahead? Light? It doesn't matter anymore.
The important thing is that you are on the way.
Unknowingly, there was already a lush green field in front of him.
At this moment, Ye Xiaolang's bright smiling face looked especially bright and beautiful, like the sunlight sprinkling on the earth.
"I want to eat meat …" After saying this sentence, Yan Li fainted.
When he woke up again, he was already lying in a tent. There was a tray beside him, and there was a big bowl of egg and minced meat porridge on it. He directly picked it up and wolfed it down.
His body gradually regained its vitality, and his mind started to work again.
He first checked his universe ring.
"No need to look, those are not illusions." Ye Xiaolang came in from outside, and sat down casually, "If you can't pass the last stage, you will really die."
"Then many people will die." Yan Li said.
Ye Xiaolang said, "Of course not. Normal people will retreat after persisting for three to five days. As long as you retreat from the starting point, you will be out of the Endless Wasteland. Of course, it also means that you will be out of the trial. "
"Sword Cultivator can only advance and never retreat?" Yan Li murmured.
"It's funny to say." Ye Xiaolang couldn't help but laugh, "Every year, there are countless opportunistic people who bring food in their universe rings in an attempt to 'bluff' their way through. However, they don't know that if they can't pass the last stage, they will never be able to leave."
"How did you pass?" Yan Li said.
"Me?" Ye Xiaolang laughed, "Are you referring to the last time or this time?"
"What's the difference?" Yan Li said.
"Of course there is." Ye Xiaolang laughed, "I have already passed the stage. The Endless Wasteland is just a part of the road for me. However, the situation when I passed the stage for the first time will definitely surprise you. "
"Oh?" Yan Li said.
"I stole a roast chicken." Ye Xiaolang flipped his hand and took out a fragrant roast chicken. "Here, it's like this. Then, I was chased by someone. While chasing, I accidentally ran in. At that time, I thought that I would be dead if I was caught, so I ran like crazy, and then … "
He shrugged. "I passed the test without knowing anything."
Anyone who heard this would probably take it as a joke.
Yan Li couldn't bring himself to laugh.
Behind this carefree and cheeky face, there was a sad past. Although Ye Xiaolang said it casually in a narrative tone.
"Here," Ye Xiaolang threw the roasted chicken to Yan Li. "Didn't you want to eat meat? I baked it myself. If you don't mind, eat it. "
"Then I won't stand on ceremony." Yan Li was so hungry that he took the Roast Chicken and wanted to eat it.
"Wait a minute." Ye Xiaolang suddenly shouted. Facing Yan Li's puzzled eyes, his eyes revealed faint melancholy. "You know that I was very pitiful when I was young. Every time I saw others eating, I always thought that when I grow up and have money, I must not watch others eat. When others eat, I must also eat … This is my last one. You can eat after I go out."
While Yan Li was still in a daze, Ye Xiaolang had already disappeared without a trace at lightning speed.
He frowned in puzzlement, but didn't care. He picked up the roasted chicken and took a bite. After chewing, his face instantly turned red. Then, with an "ah" sound, he actually spat out fire from his mouth.
This was not an adjective, he really spat out fire. With a "chi la la" sound, the tent was set on fire.
The raging fire ignited hundreds of tents nearby with the momentum of a prairie fire.
In the chaotic temporary camp, Yan Li's angry howl could be heard. "Ye Xiaolang, you bastard. If I don't kill you, my surname is not Yan …"
…
Behind the boundless wasteland, there were temporary camps set up by the Court Of Sword. Every cultivator who had broken through the camp would be arranged to rest in a tent.
Yan Li was not unfamiliar with the person in charge of this temporary camp. He was the swordsman who liked cooking but did not like to practice swordsmanship, Luo Fangshuo, who was known as the Iron Pot Swordsman.
At the same time, Luo Fangshuo was also the chef of this camp, responsible for cooking for cultivators.
At this moment, he stood together with Yan Li, looking at the temporary kitchen that had been burned to ashes, wanting to cry but having no tears. He didn't know what to do.
And the main culprit, Ye Xiaolang, had long disappeared.
He secretly glanced at Yan Li's mouth, which was covered with a thick layer of ointment, and tried hard not to laugh. He said carefully, "That, that, Junior Brother Xiaolang just likes to play pranks. He often visits our Cangjian Peak. We have been punished many times, but it's useless. Everyone in the Seven Meridians has a headache because of him."
He tried to comfort Yan Li. Even the Seven Meridians of the Court Of Sword couldn't handle him, let alone you.
Yan Li said with a gloomy face, "You've also eaten this thing?"
"No, no …" Luo Fangshuo said.
"You should have a taste of it," Yan Li said faintly.
Luo Fangshuo carefully straightened his chest. "I'm a chef, so I can smell the 'Soul Breaking Pepper'. What's more, Junior Brother Xiaolang added fire powder in it, so any normal person can smell it … "
Yan Li grabbed Luo Fangshuo's chest and said coldly, "So, according to you, I'm not normal?"
"Ah, I didn't mean that …" Luo Fangshuo waved his hands, wanting to cry but having no tears.
"Which Meridians is he from?" Yan Li said.
"Junior Brother Xiaolang?" Luo Fangshuo quickly replied, "He, he's from the Sword Conference Peak."
"Fine, the monk can run away, but the temple can't!" Yan Li let go of Luo Fangshuo angrily, "You go and prepare a Soul Breaking Pepper seasoning for me. I want ten times more fire powder than him. If I don't roast his dog head, I won't be able to get rid of the hatred in my heart!"
"This …" Luo Fangshuo was a little hesitant.
"Or I'll beat you up!" Yan Li's eyes revealed a fierce light.
He really didn't know who was the real disciple of the Court Of Sword. Luo Fangshuo wanted to cry again, but had no tears. He could only obediently prepare the seasoning.
After Yan Li got it, he went to the second trial location.
"Aren't you going to rest?" Luo Fangshuo said in surprise, "Falcon Canyon is very dangerous!"
Yan Li walked back with a gloomy face, "Make something to eat, I'm starving!"
"Then, then wait a moment." Luo Fangshuo immediately set up a stove with the materials he could find. He took out a lot of ingredients from his Universe Ring and started cooking in full swing.
Yan Li sat cross-legged at the side. He didn't know if it was because he had turned into a demon, but the burnt parts only took an hour to recover. When he wiped off the ointment, Luo Fangshuo had already cooked a table full of dishes.
He didn't stand on ceremony and started wolfing down the food.
Once he started eating, he realized that compared to Shen Liuyun's cooking, it was so delicious that he wanted to cry.
At this time, four disciples of the Court Of Sword carried two unconscious cultivators to the camp.
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