The play-offs are over.

Liu Wanshi pressed Qian Song Bao with all her full scores.

In fact, the result is already doomed after Jun Changxiao's routine, after all, which one is stronger in the big pot of rice, and Yangzhou in the southwest is looking for eternity.

Of course.

Qian Songbao's strength cannot be denied, after all, the score gap is not big, and he is not defeated by the public, but defeated by the more eloquent professional judges.

"The champion of the 50th God of Food Competition-" Huang Brocade announced loudly, "Liu Wanshi!"

"Senior sister is mighty!"

"Senior sister is mighty!"

The disciples of the Ten Thousand Ancient Sect roared loudly!

"Miss Liu, congratulations. Qian Songbao came to congratulate.

In fact, when he saw the process of making fried noodles, he knew that he would definitely lose, so he could still bear it.

Liu Wanshi smiled: "You are also very powerful." ”

He got full marks by himself, because he had to prepare three meals for his classmates every day, which he had never done, and he could get the recognition of 5,000 people, and he definitely had the strength.

This.

Jun Chang smiled undeniably.

If you look at cooking skills alone, Qian Songbao is not inferior to Liu Wanshi, and whoever wins the God of Food Contest deserves it.

But in order to overcomplete epic tasks and get higher rewards, you can only use small routines.

"Can I taste it?"

Qian Songbao looked at the remaining fried noodles, his eyes flashing with shining.

He is a cook and a foodie.

Now that the competition is over, the chef can be removed and replaced with a real foodie!

Huang Jinjin said: "Yes." ”

The little guy walked to the table, picked up the strong fried noodles with chopsticks and put them in his mouth, chewing and chewing, remembering the scene of being rescued to eat fried rice, tears fell unconsciously.

"Daddy!"

Qian Songbao put down his chopsticks and choked up: "I don't want to go home to inherit Wanguan's family property......"

When I came, I didn't have much money and made an agreement with my son.

If you can't win the championship in the God of Food Competition, come back obediently and follow the arrangement.

Qian Songbao yearns for an unfettered life, and does not want to be imprisoned in a cage and walk down the path paved by his father.

But...... failed to win the championship of the God of Food Competition, so he was destined to obey the arrangement, go home to inherit the industry, and obediently be a rich second generation.

How many people dreamed, he actually disliked it.

Liu Wanshi smiled: "You can join the Wangu Sect, and I will teach you how to make fried rice and fried noodles!"

Seeing that the little girl took the initiative to recruit talents for the sect, Jun Chang's smile was full of relief.

Qian Songbao was struggling, obviously tempted.

After thinking about it for a while, he said with difficulty: "I'm very lazy and don't like to cook big pots of rice, can I ...... Can you just go over and eat it?"

Pure eating?

Jun Chang smiled and rolled his eyes.

I don't raise idlers or foodies!

"This ......"

Liu Wanshi looked at Jun Chang and smiled: "I think, the sect master should be happy." ”

Fun fart!

Although Jun Changxiao was very devastated, but after thinking about it, this guy is a rich second generation after all, and it is not bad to recruit subordinates.

What's more, lazy as Peppa the wild boar, isn't it still industrious under his own training?

Jun Chang smiled and said, "Girl, tell him that this seat is allowed to join the Ten Thousand Ancient Sect exceptionally, but the entrance fee may be a bit expensive. ”

It's okay to eat purely, you have to pay for it.

"Oh. ”

Liu Wanshi said the words of the sect master, and Qian Songbao said with a smile: "As long as I can eat the food cooked by Miss Liu every day, the entrance fee is not a problem!"

Seeing him so refreshing, Jun Changxiao decided to say, "This disciple, I'm done!"

......

Under the watchful eye, Liu Wanshi, the winner of the 50th God of Food Competition, won the Big Ear Cup.

"Hahaha!"

Yi Tianxing, who was in the Heavenly Oracle King City Certification Hall, looked up to the sky and laughed.

The Chef God Contest has nothing to do with martial arts, but when a disciple of the Ten Thousand Ancient Sect wins the championship, he can naturally show off in front of others.

During this time, the Wangu Sect has done a lot of big things, and you can choose any one to show off, so when you meet in the certification hall, which one do you choose?

Ay.

It's so tangled, it's hard to choose.

Elder Zhou and Elder Zhen, who were standing behind, breathed a sigh of relief.

Thanks to this is the Chef God Competition, if it is replaced by a martial arts-related event, and the Wangu Sect wins the championship, the hall owner may be paralyzed again at this moment.

......

"Ding! Liu Wanshi, a disciple of the host sect, won the championship of the God of Food Competition, met the defined conditions, completed the epic task, completed 200%, and the host received 40,000 contribution points. ”

"Ding!Contribution Value: 64480/50000. ”

"Ding! Contribution overflow ......"

The moment Liu Wanshi picked up the trophy, Jun Changxiao's ears sounded a beautiful prompt, and his soul seemed to float to the clouds.

"Ding!Detect that the host has Epic Quest 7 in the body, and the rewards of Epic Quest 8 will be distributed uniformly after the completion of Epic Quest 7. ”

When he floated to the highest part of the firmament, suddenly a stuffy stick knocked down, and the soul was directly hit back into the body!

Jun Changxiao broke down in his heart and said, "This restriction is really fucking fucking!"

It's really sad to complete the task, but you can't get the reward because of another task limit.

What's even more tragic is that Shi Qi's task has met the completion criteria, but the time limit task is limited, and only after a year can it enter the settlement period.

"Hey. ”

Jun Chang smiled and sighed: "The road is long, I will go up and down to seek." ”

......

After the awards, the God of Food Contest was officially announced, and all the martial artists left the venue one after another, but the martial artists who were fortunate enough to be the public judges were still reminiscing about the fried noodles they had just eaten.

"It's amazing to make pasta to this extent!"

"If you can eat that girl's fried noodles every day, it will definitely be the happiest thing in the world!"

"It's decided, I'm going to the Ten Thousand Ancient Sect to sign up!"

Many warriors couldn't resist the temptation of food, and they had plans to go to Qingyang County to sign up.

This is something Jun Changxiao didn't expect, because in his calculations, someone came to sign up, mostly because of the advertising effect.

"Sect Master, are you in a hurry to leave as soon as you win the championship?"

At the gate of the City Lord's Mansion, the City Lord Han personally saw him off.

Jun Chang said with a smile: "The affairs of the sect are busy, and Jun has to go back quickly." ”

"Okay. ”

The lord of Han City arched his hand and said, "We will meet again." ”

Jun Chang smiled and said: "As long as the Han City Lord prepares well according to the ideas given by Jun, the next Dragon and Tiger Championship will definitely make a lot of money." ”

Han City Lord said with a righteous face: "Money is something outside the body, and Han has already seen it." ”

“......”

Jun Chang smiled, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

When you collect the spirit stone, you smile happier than me, and the ghost believes it!

"Farewell!"

"Farewell!"

Jun Changxiao left the imperial city with Liu Wanshi, the Purple Demon King and Yao Mengying.

Although one of the latter two is a demon king and the other has an innate demon body, nothing happened, and they came purely to cheer.

Qian Songbao did not go to Southwest Yangzhou with him, but went home first to discuss with his father.

What he wanted was to eat the food made by Liu Wanshi every day, but what Jun Chang thought with a smile was that the dining hall could set up another deputy hall master, and this kid was enough to do it.

"Huh?"

Walking out of the territory of the imperial city, on the side of the official road in front of him, Lin Yao, who had a knife hanging on his waist, leaned in front of the tree.

Although that face is young, it exudes a sense of vicissitudes.

"Sect Master. ”

Lin Yao turned around and arched his hand: "I, Lin Yao, have no sect or sect, I am a wandering cultivator, and I want to join your sect!"

There are quite few people who require entry into this kind of single-point approach.

"Can you endure hardship?"

"Yes. ”

"Can you suffer?"

"Yes. ”

"Can you throw your head and spill your blood for the sect?"

"Yes!"

Faced with Jun Changxiao's series of questions, Lin Yao replied quickly and crisply.

There was sincerity in his eyes, and he obviously wanted to join the Ten Thousand Ancient Sect and become a member of it.

"Let's go back to the Ten Thousand Ancient Sect with this seat. Jun Chang smiled.

Lin Yao arched his hand and said, "Thank you, Sect Master!"

As a result, there was one more person in the team that returned to the sect.

On the way, Jun Chang smiled and calculated: "This can be responsible for cutting vegetables with Ma Yongning." ”

(End of chapter)