An Xiaoyun's mature and beautiful face smiled even more: "He's not an ordinary person, it's just that you can't see through his strength." ”

Speaking of this, her tone carried a bit of sigh, an eighteen-year-old great master, it is not uncommon for a heaven-level master to be crowned a master before the age of thirty.

And once they reach the heaven level, they have a long lifespan of two hundred years, and some short-lived dynasties have not reached two hundred years, so it is no wonder that those powerful hidden warriors do not take the national government seriously.

Although Song Yihan has always been very convinced of Sister Yun, let alone doubting what she said, but now, she said that this seventeen or eighteen-year-old young man is much stronger than her, but she can't believe it and accept it.

The next moment, she suddenly took a step forward and stared at Cheng Bo with burning eyes: "Do you dare to compete with me?"

"Forget it!"

Cheng Bo shook his head, the grandmaster martial artist couldn't even make a move in his hands, and he really couldn't be interested in competing with a martial artist.

"You're not afraid that you won't be able to beat me, will you?"

Song Yihan said provocatively.

"Xiao Han, don't be rude!" An Xiaoyun's face sank, and his tone was a little more aggressive.

Hearing this, Song Yihan was a little aggrieved: "Sister Yun, you won't be deceived by him, right?"

An Xiaoyun glared at her angrily, then looked at Cheng Bo and said, "Cheng Bo, or, let this girl see your strength, lest she don't know the height of the sky!"

"It's good!"

Cheng Bo nodded and stood still, looked at Song Yihan and said, "If you can force me back, even if I lose!"

"Huh!"

Hearing Cheng Bo's words, Song Yihan laughed angrily, she was also a martial artist in the early stage of Huajin, and it was really annoying that a boy with rough kung fu dared to despise her like this.

Her voice seemed to be squeezing out between her teeth: "Boy, look how I teach you!"

As soon as the words fell, Song Yihan suddenly flew out, and the distance of five meters was instantly killed, and then, she raised her hand and threw a punch into Cheng Bo's chest.

"You'd better go all out!"

Cheng Bo smiled, reached out and grabbed it, Song Yihan's wrist fell into his hand, and then sent it forward, and the other party involuntarily flew upside down a few meters, and when he landed, his figure staggered back a few steps before he stood firm.

For a moment, there was a little more doubt in her eyes, although she only used two percent of her strength just now, and the speed of her punch was not too fast, but it was not something that ordinary martial artists could resist, let alone grab her wrist and throw her out.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but look awkward, and faintly felt that what Sister Yun said was true, and this guy's strength might really surpass her a lot.

However, her temperament is quite tenacious, and she will not back down because she knows that the other party is stronger than her, not to mention, the other party said that he only needs to let him move his steps even if he loses, even if he is stronger than her, can't she let him move his steps?

That's too much to underestimate her!

Therefore, Song Yihan flew out again, the speed was a few points faster than just now, this time, she did not attack Cheng Bo head-on, but came directly to his left side, and then launched a storm attack.

"Bang bang bang!"

Cheng Bo resisted with one hand, calmly and easily defused Song Yihan's attack, and then his left hand reached out like lightning, bent his fingers into claws, and buckled on the other party's shoulder.

"Up!"

With a soft drink, Song Yihan was lifted off the ground by him, and the other party subconsciously wanted to fight back, but suddenly felt a weakness all over her body, and then, she turned into a trapeze.

"Oops!"

Song Yihan secretly screamed in his heart, this time he was afraid that he would fall ugly.

But just as she was about to fall to the ground, the strength of her body suddenly returned to normal, and she reached out to the ground and patted it, and then the shock force, one turned over and fell to the ground unharmed.

"Are you still coming?"

Cheng Bo looked at her with a smile.

Suddenly, a look of shame appeared on Song Yihan's face, and she still didn't understand that Cheng Bo's strength was too much beyond her, and she was a fool.

"Xiaohan, how is it, sister didn't lie to you?"

An Xiaoyun plays with taste.

"Sister Yun, I'm sorry, Xiao Han shouldn't doubt your words!" Song Yihan said with his head down.

"Okay, I don't blame you, go get busy with you!"

An Xiaoyun waved his hand gently.

"Yes!"

Song Yihan saluted An Xiaoyun, glanced at Cheng Bo with a red face, and then ran away.

"Sister Yun's subordinates are really masters!"

Cheng Bo said with a smile.

"It's far worse than you. ”

An Xiaoyun chuckled.

"I was just lucky to have met a good master!"

Cheng Bo said modestly.

After a conversation, the two walked towards the villa.

"That's right!" An Xiaoyun said: "The chef at home has something to ask for, no one prepares breakfast, what do you want to eat, I'll let people buy it." ”

Hearing this, Cheng Bo's heart moved, the culinary master he drew had not been used yet, so it was better to try it now, so he said: "Don't bother, I'll do it myself!"

"You can also cook?" An Xiaoyun said with some surprise.

"A breakfast didn't bother me. ”

Cheng Bo smiled: "By the way, Sister Yun, what do you want to eat?"

"Noodles bar!"

She is a northerner who has been in Nongyang for many years, and some habits are still difficult to change.

"Good!"

Cheng Bo nodded, and then walked towards the kitchen.

When he opened the refrigerator, he opened the kitchen cabinet and found a bag of rice, millet, noodles and flour.

So, he took a basin, poured out two bowls of flour into it, put some water in it, and began to mix the noodles.

"Are you going to make handmade noodles?"

An Xiaoyun also followed to the door of the kitchen and asked with a smile.

"Hmm!"

Cheng Bo nodded, and soon, he kneaded the white flour into a ball, and then put it on the cutting board and continued to knead it, kneading it for about three minutes, he smashed his fists on the dough one after another.

Until he smashed the dough into a rectangular dough, then he took the kitchen knife and quickly chopped it, and in an instant, the dough was cut into hundreds of noodles of the same size.

Then Cheng Bo took half a pot of water and boiled it, took a ball of beef from the refrigerator, cleaned it, and put it on the cutting board, and then, he slapped it down, and the beef piece turned into a beef patty.

I quickly chopped the beef with a kitchen knife, added ginger and garlic, and began to stir-fry the rice in another pot.

Soon, the cheeks were fried, exuding an enticing fragrance, An Xiaoyun, who was standing at the door, couldn't help but take a deep breath, but his stomach made a "gurgling" sound.

"Sister Yun, don't worry, it'll be fine soon!"

Cheng Bo turned around and squeezed his eyes at An Xiaoyun.

An Xiaoyun blushed a little.

At this time, the half pot of water had been boiled, Cheng Bo directly poured the noodles down, and used chopsticks to pluck them, and then he took out two bowls and put them on and began to prepare condiments.

Two minutes later, the noodles in the pot were fully cooked, Cheng Bo turned off the heat and picked the slender noodles into two bowls, then put in some beef cheeks, sprinkled with shallots and coriander prepared in advance, and the two bowls of fresh handmade noodles were officially out of the pot.

Cheng Bo picked up the chopsticks and picked them in the bowl a few times, and then picked up the two bowls and walked towards the dining room.

An Xiaoyun followed.

"Sister Yun, how about you taste it?"

Cheng Bo handed him the chopsticks.

"It smells good, but I don't know how it tastes!"

An Xiaoyun took the chopsticks and picked up a small ball of noodles and put it into her mouth, and suddenly, her eyes narrowed into a crescent moon.

It's so delicious.

It's the best noodle she's ever eaten in her life. 、

"The culinary master is really powerful!"

Seeing An Xiaoyun's expression, Cheng Bo knew that the taste of the noodles was not bad, so he also picked up a ball of noodles and put it in his mouth, and then, he was also conquered by his own cooking skills, it was really delicious.

So, both of them buried their heads in the competition with a bowl of noodles, and only the sound of eating noodles came out.

Soon.

A bowl of noodles went down, but Cheng Bo was not satisfied, he drank up the soup, and then looked at An Xiaoyun, who was not slower than him at all, and was also drinking noodle soup with a bowl at the moment.

It's just that his movements are more elegant and look pleasing to the eye, of course, the premise is that she is a beauty, if she is an ugly girl, Cheng Bo will definitely not give birth to a pleasing feeling.

Putting down the bowl, An Xiaoyun gently rubbed his stomach, looked at Cheng Bo and said, "The noodles you made are so delicious!"

"Haha, thank you Sister Yun for the compliment, in fact, the dishes I make are even more delicious!"

Cheng Bo said with a smile, as the so-called person who wants to conquer her, he must first conquer her stomach, and this sentence is also valid for women.

Hearing this, An Xiaoyun's eyes lit up, and he said quite excitedly: "Yes, why don't you try it at noon today!"