Almighty King Sun Wukong

Because the performance of that sickle at that time was already better than that of Goku and Vegeta.

Of course.

For Goku who now truly understands the meaning and existence of breath, it is not difficult to transform with breath.

It just takes more energy and physical strength. It takes some time to adapt to the battle, otherwise it will disintegrate at the critical moment.

"So the problem now is..."

"What shape should I make?" Goku was completely confused here.

It is very important to make a shape. Is it necessary to make a frying pan for the first attempt to transform with breath?

Hey, this is not right.

There is nothing wrong with a frying pan. It can be chopped, cut, and hit. The key is that it can also block damage.

"Well, forget it..."

After hesitating and considering, Goku decided not to do it.

It is too easy to be despised. He is not like other time travelers who are very thick-skinned.

Goku still pays attention to his image and actions, as well as his appearance. How can such a thick-skinned thing be put on Goku?

Then, Wukong mobilized all his energy to concentrate on his right hand.

Just like when he taught Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong to dance in the air, he calmed down his body and mind, slowly guided the energy out of his body, and then through that inertia.

The concentration of the guided energy was gradually strengthened and changed its shape.

Slowly...

A handle of the type of sword handle appeared in Wukong's hand, and the whole color was blue.

But it was not pure blue, but transparent blue, with light blue particles around it, which should be the residue when the energy was constantly replaced, or the manifestation of energy leakage.

"It's almost there..." Wukong wiped the sweat from his head and whispered.

The first time he tried to transform his energy into a shape, Wukong was not very used to it. After all, this thing is a job of strength and details.

I believe that female Saiyans must be more comfortable than male Saiyans in doing this kind of thing. There are really too many details.

I saw that the handle was still slowly changing upwards, becoming more and more round, more and more round.

More and more round?

Until it became the shape of a frying pan.

Yes, you read it right, it's a frying pan!

"Finally done, your name will be Kamehameha Pot from now on!" After naming it, Wukong swung it in the air a few times, very handy, even better than the golden hoop.

"This name is loud and majestic!" Wukong is very satisfied with this pot and this name, which can be used for cooking and beating.

Kamehameha Pot, you deserve it.

What?

What if others despise you?

What a joke, the lyrics I said before were improvised. Everyone knows how thick Wukong's face is, isn't it just a pot?

We must inherit the tradition of all time travelers, thick skin!

"Ouch~" Wukong supported his waist with his hands, twisted it, and loosened his muscles.

The sound of crunching made Wukong's muscles all over his body greatly liberated.

"Alas, I'm old!"

Wukong walked leisurely to the place where the two practiced, and he didn't forget to admire the transparent blue frying pan in his hand along the way.

It's just pleasing to the eyes.

Ning Rongrong, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground in the distance, stared intently at the light screen that appeared from time to time in her hand. As long as she could condense a ball, she would be successful.

Zhu Zhuqing was also getting familiar with the power of the breath little by little.

It seemed that she could get in touch with the mode of Qigong bullets. As long as she could send out Qigong bullets, Zhu Zhuqing's strength would definitely be improved.

When both of them could use the burst mode, they could merge the moves into their bodies.

If Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong used the fusion technique, how powerful would they be?

Could it be that the fusion was a twin martial spirit?

A Nether Spirit Cat and a Seven Treasure Glazed Tower?

No way, if that's really the case, it's a bit weak. If the two martial spirits can be merged, it would be even better, a martial spirit with the ability to increase its own power by percentage.

If the fusion ability is also integrated into the amplification, it would be simply against the sky.

Thinking of this, Wukong himself wanted to merge with Ning Rongrong. Of course, the fusion would definitely be like the demon that Hu Liena and Xie Yue merged.

Neither male nor female!

In this way, Wukong sat next to the two people who were concentrating on cultivation, and went to the forest to find some soul beast meat.

Brown-haired barbarian bull, a kind of cattle soul beast that is very common in the forest. Soul beasts usually have soul rings after ten years of cultivation. Soul beasts under ten years old cannot be called soul beasts, but can only be regarded as animals.

There are too many of these soul beasts, and most of them are under ten years old. Wukong has to be careful with his strength when catching them. If he uses too much force, he can easily crush one to death. Their body size is really not proportional to their cultivation.

After catching the bull, Wukong went to a town not far away to buy some seasoning.

What surprised Wukong was that there was cumin in this world. Maybe Wukong thought too little. How could he not summarize the seasoning after thousands of years of Douluo Continent?

Look, there are seasonings, ingredients, and even the pot is ready. If I don’t show off my cooking skills, it would be a shame to Wukong’s cooking skills!

He is a craftsman...

Pick two bamboos from the forest, cut them, and chopsticks will come out.

Sometimes this kind of survival in the wild is pretty good.

When Wukong came back, it was already evening, and the two were still practicing by the lake.

"You guys..." Wukong suddenly spoke, awakening the two from their cultivation state.

"Are there any questions?" Zhu Zhuqing asked with her red lips slightly parted.

"Are you hungry?" Wukong lifted the food in his hand and smiled at the two.

"Wow, we can finally eat, but can you cook?" Ning Rongrong jumped up immediately.

She had been practicing for almost a day, and she had hardly rested in the middle. She had been studying how to guide the breath out of her body.

She was of course overjoyed when she heard about eating, but looking at Wukong like this, could he cook?

Zhu Zhuqing didn't say anything, but her eyes showed a different expression from Ning Rongrong.

She seemed to be looking forward to it.

When they were in the Soul Hunting Forest of the Xingluo Empire, Wukong prepared food every day for the few months they stayed there.

The food was simply amazing, although it was not as good as the exquisite dishes they usually ate at the Zhu family.

But the taste was definitely better than that. With Wukong's skills, he could definitely be called a top chef in the empire.

At that time, the food was so delicious that Zhu Zhuqing gained several pounds.

"Just cook it there. I'm telling you, I was one of the best chefs in our Lihua Village!" When talking about this, Wukong's voice suddenly became much more arrogant.

"Even some city-level restaurants in Notting City invited me to cook for them, which shows that my cooking skills are absolutely first-class."

In fact, half of it was exaggerated. Wukong had to cheat other people's children when he ate in Lihua Village, not to mention any chefs.

Cooking skills were completely self-taught in the previous life.

"Is that so? Then I have to look forward to it!" Ning Rongrong licked her lips, as if she couldn't wait to tear the meat.

"I don't have much food here. I just went to the town to buy some seasonings and rice. There is no problem to support these days."

"For rice, I will use my breath to steam it directly." It must be said that this breath power is really omnipotent, thanks to the dragon ball.

"So how about making you a beef bibimbap?" Wukong asked.

"Okay, okay! Hurry up, I'm starving to death~" Ning Rongrong covered her flat stomach with a pleading expression.

"I... me too..." Zhu Zhuqing followed softly.

"Okay, wait."

He put the ingredients on a relatively flat and wide stone, and burned the breath flame of his right hand, burning all the dirt on the stone.

He took a bowl of water and sprinkled it on it, and the whole stone became bright and beautiful. Finally, he used the breath power to explore it again. The cleanliness of this stone can be compared with the board used for cooking.

Wukong slowly took out the ingredients from the bag, silently recited them one by one, and said: "Fresh beef, potatoes, shredded ginger, chopped green onions, peanut oil, star anise, coriander, salt, soy sauce."

"Everything is complete!"

Wukong took out the beef from the bag, cleaned it, blanched it in the hot water burned by the breath flame, took it out, drained the water, and cut it into pieces for later use.

Put the pan formed by breath on the place covered by the flame of breath. After the pan is heated, take out the peanut oil in the bag, add the appropriate amount of oil, throw in chopped green onion and shredded ginger to fry until fragrant.

Stir-fry the beef for 2 minutes, add star anise and soy sauce for seasoning, add the appropriate amount of salt and stir-fry repeatedly.

After the pan is fried until fragrant, add water, cover the pot, turn down the heat and simmer for about 20 minutes.

Add potatoes, stir evenly, cover the pot, continue to simmer for 20 minutes, and sprinkle with coriander leaves before serving.

"Huh~ It's finally done." Wukong wiped the sweat from his head and served the pot of stewed meat.

The rice steamed with the flame of breath just happened to be served.

Take out the spoon from the bag, pour the stewed potatoes and beef on the rice one spoonful at a time, and it looks very delicious.

After a while, Wukong handled everything, took out the chopsticks to pin the three bowls, and placed them on the stone.

"Okay, okay, let's eat..." Wukong shouted, and the two women came over and were immediately attracted by the fragrance.

Ning Rongrong's saliva flowed from the corners of her mouth, and she completely lost her ladylike temperament.

Zhu Zhuqing's eyes were misty. She didn't expect that she could still taste the food made by Wukong after so many years. Thinking back to what she had eaten in the past two years, it was simply not on the same level as what Wukong made.

"Brother Kong... you are simply the all-rounder..." Ning Rongrong was already full of admiration for Wukong at this time.

I can't think of any words to describe Wukong. How else can I describe this?

He is handsome, strong, and most importantly, he can cook.

If it weren't for her strength, Ning Rongrong really wanted to knock Wukong unconscious and carry him back to the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect.

"No, I can't hold it anymore." Zhu Zhuqing thought to herself in her heart. This is really unbearable, because it is too fragrant.