The void in his right hand was revealed, and the golden light converged, condensing into a brilliant light, shining like gold, floating in the sky above the snow pole, he hardly needed to think about anything, and with a flick of his hands, the dazzling ingredients had fallen into the golden cauldron.

With a spin of his left hand, Feng Qingge didn't even see his movements, only to see the cold light in his right hand appear, and the moment he breathed, the ingredients in front of him immediately turned into pieces and fell into the pot. The natal flame suddenly appeared, but it was mixed with golden fire, and the temperature around it rose suddenly, and even Feng Qingge couldn't help but retreat behind him.

Is this cooking, it's just a magic show.

From the beginning to the end of the time, it took less than three minutes for Xueji to appear, and in the golden plate, the golden light appeared, as if the stars in the sky had been copied into the plate, but under his combination, the chaotic stars were arranged to be twenty-eight constellations.

When Xue Ji made a move, Feng Qingge knew that she was going to lose, and she made her own uneasy routines, and Xue Ji did the same. This kind of cooking completely suppressed her, so much so that she couldn't do it at all! Once she started, let alone three dishes, even if it was thirty or three hundred, she would not be able to defeat one percent of the people in front of her!

His right hand trembled, trying to hold the Tianshu Knife tightly, but Feng Qingge found that his hands were very weak. Is this the true strength of the evil chef Xueji, it's terrifying. She, lost.

But...... She hadn't found all the Xuanji knives at all, so how could she show them to Xueji?

"I ...... Admit defeat. "There is no comparison at all, even if it is not comparable. This kind of gap deeply hits the wind light song.

Her face turned pale, and she retrieved her ring, but she was thinking about how to explain it to Xue Ji. She really doesn't have a Xuanji knife here.

"Hey, Wind Whisper, your thing. Don't you plan to compare, just admit defeat?" The immature voice sounded, and then, the seven kitchen knives that flew out flew into the mouth, which was so familiar, but unfortunately, it was empty and had no soul.

By the way, there is also this set of Xuanji knives!

The light in his eyes appeared, and at the moment when the seven knives fell, Feng Qingge quickly reached out and put the Tianshu knife back into his ring, took all the Xuanji knives, hooked the corners of his mouth upward, and said indifferently: "Seven kitchen knives, all here." ”

"Zi!" pinching the seven kitchen knives, the last soft body, came out along the handle of the knife, frightened the wind singer, and hurriedly threw out one of the kitchen knives in his hand.

Xue Ji was quick with his eyes and hands, and quickly held the Xuanji knife flying out in front of him, and with a stretch of his right hand, the sharp mang made of dark iron cut through the air, bringing a piercing sound. The poisonous snake wrapped around the hilt of the knife was immediately cut in half by him, his eyes were half closed, and he laughed softly: "What a kitchen knife, it will no longer fight back after returning to the master's hand." What is the name of these seven kitchen knives as a group?"

"Xuanji Knife. Feng Qingge touched the blade of the knife and smiled, placed seven kitchen knives on the table, and asked, "However, I want to know your speed, why is it so fast, a dish ......"

"Strength, when you have strength, you can do it. It's amazing to be able to turn ingredients into food in an instant. Xue Ji smiled evilly, staring intently at Xuanji Dao.

These seven kitchen knives are of different shapes, all of which are subtle changes, but they have different uses. What kind of brain does it take to think of such a kitchen knife? For a chef, a knife is enough. However, the more advanced the cooking skills, the more precious the kitchen knives you need at the end of the year.

They strive for perfection, not mutilated works.

Stroking the blade, Xue Ji smiled evilly: "Let's make a price, how much is this group of knives, I want them all." ”

was almost choked by his own saliva, Feng Qingge's face sank, and he frowned: "Don't sell it, these are my kitchen knives, and they belong to me alone." Even if you buy them, you don't know what they're for. As a chef, you should know what kind of kitchen knives you are good at. ”

"As a chef, you should know what you are good at. But, I just fell in love with yours, what can you do?" The corners of his mouth hooked upward, and the sharp mangs in his eyes suddenly appeared, and Xue Ji still looked at Feng Qingge so evilly, not planning to give in.

If you want to buy and sell, how is this possible. Although this group of Xuanji knives is not real, it is also made by Master Xie with all his heart, how can it be that money can be measured!

"Wind Light Song, you won the championship, today I will have a banquet, and we will drink together in the evening to celebrate! Go to the bonfire, roast the sheep ......" With a wave of his right hand, Xue Ji dropped this sentence and turned around and left.

In the dark night, the bonfire rises, and the people sitting around the bonfire, holding fine wine, slaughter beef and mutton on the spot, offer the best beauties, dance and sing. Nominally, it was to celebrate the first place in the contest by Wind Light Song, but ......

Holding the wine glass, watching King Sang toast with Xue Ji vigorously, the corners of Feng Qingge's mouth twitched and moved, this King Sang was currying favor with the evil chef Xue Ji, it seemed that it had nothing to do with her award. But fortunately, the Tianshu knife has been put back into the ring, and three of the seven kitchen knives have been found.

The other one is in the Chaoyang Sect, and it will only appear at the alchemy meeting, and as for the other three, it is really difficult for her to find.

"Feng Qingge, this time you are the winner of the competition, you should also have a drink with us. King Sang's attention shifted to Feng Qingge's side, reached out and took the two jars of spirits, put them on the table of Feng Qingge, and said with a proud smile: "Come, our heroes of Sang Country are not like girls, drinking a small glass of wine." Drink, that's all, I respect you!"

As he spoke, it was King Sang who held the wine jar with one hand and poured it into his throat suddenly. The appearance of drinking made Feng Qingge even more embarrassed.

She tasted this spirit, and the degree was not low, at least about fifty degrees, and there was no way to compare it with any barley water wine. Especially this jar of liquor, counting at least ten catties to start, if she dries it down, maybe three days will pass out.

However, King Sang, the old fox, made it clear that he was letting her drink, and he did it first as a respect, and the emperor of Sang Guo drank it, can she not drink it?

What should I do......

Looking at the liquor in front of him with a bitter face, Feng Qingge hurriedly said: "Uncle Burning Stick, is there any way you can help me settle the wine here?" At least, she can use something decent, for example, Duan Yu uses internal force to force wine, and this Fire Stick Uncle can also help her and use star power to drive out this wine power.

However, this uncle was lazy, and deliberately dragged out his voice and said, "Settle down, are you letting me help you drink it?"

"If you could drink it, it would be better, if I drank it, I might burp. Feng Qingge frowned and said a little anxiously.

This book is derived from reading the rim