Seeing Zhao Xifeng's body keeping and walking slowly, Cao Xiyun smiled slightly, put his finger on his lips, made a ban on everyone's voice, walked forward, gently pulled Zhao Xifeng's left arm, took him back to the side of the pot, pressed his shoulder to make him sit down.

"Everyone should be gentle, Xiao Zhao is calm." Cao Xiyun smiled and nodded to everyone.

Everyone was surprised.

Divine concentration is a wonderful state. If a practitioner is immersed in the enlightenment of the essence for a long time, he will enter the so-called Divine concentration.

As for the reasons why everyone is surprised, there are two reasons. First, this state usually only appears in great practitioners, and the reason is very simple. Young monks often have mixed thoughts. Although they are agile, they lack the ability to focus for a long time. A few people who can be divine in the young later became masters of civilizations in the world. Recently, a well-known genius figure in Gucha Temple was the young monk named Xiao Maitreya. When he heard that his first feeling at the age of seven, he had been divine for seven days and seven nights. After opening his eyes, he had already shined.

Second, for safety reasons, great practitioners will choose to retreat before divine concentration, because once they enter this state, except for the divine thoughts that are like storms in the sea of ​​consciousness, all other perceptions of the outside world will be minimized. Even if their lives are threatened, they may not necessarily escape from divine concentration. If they encounter enemies coming to their door at this time, it will be like a child holding a red gold and walking in the downtown area, and the danger is extremely high.

But for Zhao Xifeng, he entered the divine state unconsciously and had no such plan in advance. He simply had trustworthy people around him, and Cao Xiyun was talking to each other, so there was no need to worry about safety issues.

Dong Erpang curled his lips and muttered in a low voice: "This guy just likes to show off."

Having said that, Dong Erpang looked at Zhao Xifeng who lowered his head and thoughtful, and was still seriously envious and relieved. Everyone knew how much resistance Zhao Xifeng would face to save his father after entering Beijing this time.

So, everyone sitting next to the soup pot, including Zhong Li, ate silently, without saying a word, for fear of destroying the opportunity that Zhao Xifeng finally got.

Of course, Zhao Xifeng was unconscious about all this, but he just numbly took the chopsticks handed to Cao Xiyun, held a small bowl in his hand, and grabbed the meat from the pot one after another.

After a while, Gu Qingyuan chuckled softly and said to Sun Wenzhen beside him: "Although Xifeng is enlightening the sword, he still knows the deliciousness of your broth."

Several people looked up in shock and saw Zhao Xifeng falling chopsticks quietly like the wind. Before he knew it, he had already taken most of the slices of meat into his own bowl and swallowed them whole. Now the rest of the pot was wild vegetables, and only the last piece of pitiful cured meat was floating in it. A little red in the green bushes was very conspicuous.

Seeing this, Sun Wenzhen smiled and said, "He has worked hard to understand the sword recently, so it is worth eating more. I will put more meat tomorrow. Anyway, I will arrive in Shengjing soon. I won't feel sorry for eating these stocks."

Now Dong Erpang is quit. After a day of hard work, the only thing he is looking forward to is this supper. Unexpectedly, before he could eat a few bites, only the base of wild vegetable soup was left. Why! So he stretched out his chopsticks and picked up the last piece of marinated meat. At this moment, Zhao Xifeng's chopsticks also arrived at the same time.

Two pairs of chopsticks were clamped on both ends of the cured meat at the same time, and no one was willing to let go, and the stalemate was in the air.

Dong Erpang snorted lightly and used the method of calming calligraphy in the Turtle Flood. The wooden chopsticks in his hand were like two adjacent old pine trees. The cured meat was immediately as hard as iron. No matter how hard Zhao Xifeng tried, he could not shake any part of it.

Zhao Xifeng, who was in divine concentration, frowned, and said "um" gently, and stopped gently.

However, before Dong Erpang could be proud, Zhao Xifeng's chopsticks slowly trembled and lit them again after slightly retreating.

Looking at Zhao Xifeng's shaking hands, Dong Erpang felt as if he was facing a great enemy. A faint golden light appeared on the cured meat slices on the chopsticks. The golden light spread upward until it covered Erpang's entire right arm, like the Buddha's golden body in a Buddhist temple, solemn and indestructible.

Zhao Xifeng's chopsticks were still slowly and trembling, but this time the goal was no longer to cure meat, but the chopsticks in Dong Erpang's hand that were as stable as old pine, like a stupid thief who had been stealing for the first time, touching into the monk's temple tremblingly.

The trembling chopstick tips kept clicking in the light golden light at an extremely fast frequency. The pot emitted a metal trembling sound, sometimes high and sometimes low, like the afterglow after the lonely bell of Han Temple at night.

Dong Erpang's face, facing the fire, gradually showed a blue-red look, feeling a numb feeling from the chopsticks in his hand, as if the strange trembling in Zhao Xifeng's hand gradually spread along the wooden chopsticks to his tiger's mouth, causing a numb and itchy sound like an electric current, making him unable to help but want to let go. The chopsticks, which were originally as stable as old pine, suddenly turned into two giant pythons, twisting and trying to get out of his control. The cured meat slices also began to shake greatly, the soup splashed, and were about to fall into the pot again.

Knowing that this would definitely lead to failure, Dong Erpang didn't care about anything else, gritted his teeth hard, pressed his right hand suddenly, and used the Baxiaoyi Jue with all his strength. He used the Dingzizhi and the Chuangzhizhi together, pressed the meat slices back into the pot and pressed them in the soup!

Now, Erpang's arms finally stopped trembling, and he let Zhao Xifeng click on them, and he remained as if he was still alive!

At the same time, Sun Wenzhen saw that Dong Erpang's body was full of golden light, and he secretly cried in his heart that this ordinary iron pot could not withstand the Yuanling of the two monks of the Hope Period. So he hurried forward with both hands, dragged the hot pot bottom, and sent out the waves of calm vital energy to keep the iron pot from being fried.

Seeing that Zhao Xifeng was helpless, Dong Erpang smiled and approached the iron pot in the face, preparing to put the slices of meat into his mouth. Unexpectedly, the change of change occurred again! A swirling vortex appeared out of thin air from the originally calm pot, which staggered Dong Erpang and almost fell into the pot!

Looking up, Gu Qingyuan gently tapped a pair of chopsticks on the edge of the iron pot, smiled at Erpang and said, "You have eaten so much, why not give it to me the last bite?"

"Dream!" Dong Erpang gritted his teeth and shouted, and the golden light rose again!

Gu Qingyuan smiled leisurely, and the rotating soup rolled upwards, transformed into a thin water dragon, wandering upwards along Dong Erpang's chopsticks, wrapping the cured meat into a ball, and pulling it outwards!

"Qingyuan, do you want to compete with me?" Dong Erpang asked with a smile.

Gu Qingyuan also smiled and asked back, "Are you afraid?"

So, both sides stopped talking and used their own strength. The water dragon and the golden chopsticks were all left at the same time. Sun Wenzhen had no choice but to urge his skills to the extreme and keep the iron pot free of damage. After all, he would have to rely on this guy to make a living in the next few days!

Just as the three of them were tugging, Zhao Xifeng took the chopsticks back in front of him, stared at the tip of the chopsticks for a long time, and slid forward casually. His moves were ordinary and his speed was not too fast, as if he just threw away the juice from the chopsticks, and there was no mystery. However, Zhong Li and Cao Xiyun looked up at the same time, one nodded slightly, and the other looked relieved.

The water dragon is cut in half.

The golden chopsticks are broken.

Iron pot is worn on the bottom.

A piece of cured meat fell into the soil like snowflakes.
Chapter completed!