The man's voice was not loud, but he heard a kind of determination and confidence from his indifference. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info As if this sentence came out of his mouth, it was a matter of course, there was no doubt, and it was irrefutable.

Wang Yidao didn't need to turn around to be familiar with this voice, he didn't look back, and kept walking forward.

Zhu Yanming is the bitter master of Wang Yidao. A man whom he had never defeated now depends on him for revenge. However, only Zhu Yanming in the top 8 dared to boast of such a Haikou, thinking of this, Wang Yidao showed a bitter smile on his face......

"Thank you!"

At the moment of stepping down, he sent the last two words, and soon merged into the chaotic crowd and disappeared.

Although Zhu Yanming's voice was small, Mo Fei, who was standing opposite, heard it very clearly, he did not deliberately eavesdrop, so it seems that Zhu Yanming has a deliberate component.

Mo Fei smiled, rinsed the [Wuyue Knife] and wrapped it, and was about to step down.

"Wait!" is still the same unhurried, indifferent and resolute voice.

Mo Fei turned his head, stared at Zhu Yanming, and asked, "Is there something wrong with you?"

It is undeniable that Zhu Yanming is indeed a leader-type chef, and his ability to be a sous chef in the masterful Longyun Villa is beyond doubt. Moreover, he stood there quietly, and there was an aura stirring around him.

The people in the vicinity immediately sensed something and began to consciously close their mouths. It was like a chain reaction, and more people stopped talking and looked at the field in a daze.

The entire stadium soon fell silent, and everyone's eyes were on Zhu Yanming and Mo Fei in the center of the field, and they seemed to see that Zhu Yanming was accumulating energy, and the next moment it would be released and knock down Mo Fei on the opposite side.

And Murphy, like the daisy before the storm, may be ravaged by the power of the storm in the next moment......

It was a strange feeling, or rather a strange atmosphere, and even the air seemed to freeze, no longer flowing, and gradually becoming oppressive.

The people in the box were not affected, He Xuanxuan smiled faintly, "This Zhu Yanming is also a character, what a big aura......"

Shang Haiyang nodded and said: "He has studied art in the neon country for five years, and he has been taught by Muchuan Jingren, who is good at cooking seafood dishes, and has also dabbled in the eight major cuisines of China, and has won the titles of [Junior Cuisine Master] and [Junior Cuisine Master]. ”

"Oh, it's really not simple, there are only two people with the title of junior master at the fifth level, which is really rare. ”

"Is it rare, it's far worse than you, little sister, you all have four junior master titles at the fifth level......

He Xuanxuan waved his hand and said, "It's nothing, my master and his old man only have two titles, but even the five-star chef respects him for three points." ”

Hearing He Xuanxuan talk about his ancestor, Shang Haiyang quickly stood up, and his attitude became extremely respectful.

"Is Kikawa Jingren the founder of the Spiritual Food Therapy?"

"Yes, the little aunt has countless fans in Neon China, and even politicians like to visit his restaurant in recent years. ”

"No wonder......" He Xuanxuan looked at the quiet stadium and said thoughtfully.

Mo Fei felt very uncomfortable, not because of everyone's gaze, but because of the air flow around him, which was gradually tightening, feeling like a prey caught in a spider's web, bound and unable to escape.

"Murphy, you're going to lose the final in the afternoon......"

Zhu Yanming's voice seemed to come from a long distance, with an unquestionable tone, and Mo Fei involuntarily repeated:

"It's a lost ...... Lost...... Lost ......"

After saying it several times in a row, Mo Fei's self-confidence faded little by little, and when he looked at Zhu Yanming again, he felt that he was unattainable, but he was as small as an ant.

"I can't win him!" Mo Fei subconsciously warned himself, his mental power gradually loosened, his head was dizzy, and he couldn't wait to sleep immediately.

Zhu Yanming smiled and said softly: "Mo Fei, go and rest......"

Mo Fei was about to walk down in a daze, "Bang!" The door of the box in the stands rang softly, and He Xuanxuan pushed the door out, disturbing the solidified airflow in the stadium.

Zhu Yanming was stunned for a moment, the surrounding airflow suddenly froze, he raised his head, and was surprised to see a quiet girl in the stands opposite, penetrating the barrier of heavy airflow, looking at him with a smile, like a girl next door.

He gritted his teeth, and another stream of air hung behind him, rolling around Murphy.

At the same time, the sound of "ding" in Murphy's mind was the sound made by the system.

Mo Fei immediately woke up, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

"Host, this is the means of the Neon Nation Chef, known as the Spiritual Enchantment, which can carry out mental attacks and affect the performance of the opponent's state. You were tricked just now, and your subconscious was easily controlled by him. A cold voice sounded in his head.

"What a dirty trick!" do you have a way to crack it?" asked Murphy.

"There are three ways to crack it, first, his skills are still shallow and can be easily interrupted by external forces, second, you can use the 'qi' in your body to fight against the formation of spiritual enchantments, and third, ask me for help in time. ”

Mo Fei nodded slightly, and immediately a stream of air around him formed a shield. After the spiritual enchantment issued by Zhu Yanming encountered the shield, they all bypassed it, and it did not have any effect on him.

But Mo Fei did not stop, but walked off the field after a slight pause, and sat next to Li Qinghua to close his eyes and rest.

Zhu Yanming smiled, although the solidified airflow was interrupted by He Xuanxuan, Mo Fei didn't wake up, he thought to himself: "After all, he is a first-class chef, and his spiritual power is still far behind!"

He closed his eyes, and the air flow in the stadium began to flow again, and people even wondered how the confrontation situation that had just formed had melted away, and some people still had a little disappointment that they hadn't seen a good show.

He Xuanxuan looked at Mo Fei and smiled, thinking, "This guy is obviously awake and still pretending to be asleep, is he going to 'pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger'?"

If Mo Fei hears it, he will definitely fight back and say: "What kind of tiger is he, brother is a tiger!"

The finals are scheduled to start at 1 p.m., and the eight players who stand out will directly determine the rankings, with the highest score being the champion. This sounds a bit cruel, but in fact, compared to a 1-on-1 competition, it is easier for the players to relax.

Zhu Yanming also sat back in the stands, and many people immediately gathered around him, some handed tea, some wiped sweat, and some massaged behind him. The operations director of Longyun Villa sat next to him and said with some concern: "Yanming, you have to be careful, I don't think that Mo Fei's strength is weak." ”

"Really?" Zhu Yanming's expression was flat, "The person who can defeat me in Canghai City is estimated not to have been born yet." Don't worry, Mr. Song, the sign of Longyun Villa will not be smashed!"