Wang Lanling beeped for more than five minutes, and then he was a little anxious.

It's been too long, isn't it? It's really a fight, who gave you so much time to prepare!

Are you here to cook, or are you here to fight?

He looked at Kong Yingxiong, frowned and said to Mu Wuwu beside him, "Why hasn't he moved yet?" ”

Kong Yingxiong opened his eyes violently, and his hands turned into claws with five fingers open at the same time!

I saw a whirlwind appear at Kong Yingxiong's feet, as if it shook a gust of air outward!

Wang Lanling looked at this side, and saw that Kong Yingxiong's cheeks had become black and white, and they were distinct!

"Up!"

Kong Yingxiong shouted, and then hit the dough below with all his might!

It was too late, it was too late, Wang Lanling shouted loudly: "Don't break the basin!" ”

Kong Yingxiong didn't answer, but his strength was a little relieved.

There is no way, here in the empire, martial arts masters dare not step on the green bricks, let alone destroy public property in front of these officials, so they are all leisurely.

The dough was pressed down by Kong Yingxiong's hands, and his hands twisted quickly, bringing out a large piece of dough directly from the top of the dough and sucking it to the palms of both hands.

After the cantaloupe-sized dough was caught, Kong Yingxiong threw the dough upwards!

At that moment, two women came in from the other side of the door.

Kong Yingxiong didn't look back, but he already knew who was coming.

Directly when the dough fell, he slapped the dough out towards the door.

"Lady! Flatbread! ”

A burst of words that made Wang Lanling very dramatic came out from Kong Yingxiong, who had a serious face, and if it was translated into local dialect, the level of the play would be doubled!

When the dough flies in the air, it changes from a piece of dough that was simply torn to a round baked cake that has been flattened.

The bean lady reacted quickly, and when she heard the words, she directly stretched out her middle finger and index finger, and pointed at the center of the dough with two fingers.

The dough, which was supposed to be pierced, was spun by the woman on her fingers, as if it were something that could spin.

The dough gets bigger and rounder, and soon turns from a dough to a small piece of cloth that rotates.

After Kong Yingxiong beat the dough out with the Zhengyang palm in the palm of the five elements of yin and yang, he began to compare in place, just like a person performing boxing in the park.

"What is he doing here?" Wang Lanling can't understand it, is this performing kung fu or cooking?

Mu Wuwu couldn't understand it, and felt that Kong Yingxiong's series of actions were meaningless at all.

"I'm getting ready to make a move, waiting for the right time." Mu Wuwu's brain was obviously in cotton, and he didn't realize that he was rolling noodles.

The kitchen is not very big, from the beginning to the present, Wang Lanling and Mu Wuwu's conversation, Kong Yingxiong has listened to the whole process.

Seeing that Lord Wang was in a hurry, Kong Yingxiong no longer showed his advanced palm skills, but quickly walked to the board.

He glanced at Dou Lady and nodded.

The bean lady gently pushed her right hand forward, only to see the dough sheet that turned in her hand flew out like a boomerang!

This thing doesn't fly in a straight line, but spins in a circle, like the legendary blood droplets that can cut off people's heads!

Kong Yingxiong stretched out his hands, and the yin and yang palms merged, and he firmly clamped this dough piece!

"Fall!" He pressed the dough hard against the board again, and at the same time his hands kept slapping on the dough sheet like a phantom fist.

As long as the dough is beaten back twice to allow the dough to expand to the limit, the noodles will be elastic.

When the time comes, you can use his secret to make tofu and make sure that the noodles are as delicious as tofu!

"Look! It's Dongshan Quick Knife Guy Dongguo Robbery! He's shaving dough! ”

Someone in the crowd shouted, Wang Lanling quickly looked at the shouting side, and saw a person wrapped around his hands and feet with bandages, holding two kitchen knives and waving them vigorously!

He stood on the ground with his back facing up, but his legs were straight at 90 degrees, and he relied on the strength of his waist to maintain balance with the ground, so strong concentration!

Higashiyama Quick Knife Hand! Another name that Wang Lanling needs to remember!

This man, Dongguo Zheng, uses a bulky kitchen knife to make the dough that falls from the sky unable to fall, like a potato dancing on a machine, and every time this dough dances on the tip of the knife, it will be cut a little smaller!

This knife can only see phantoms!

Wang Lanling was shocked by this swift and magical knife work, and quickly walked over to watch this kind of stunt.

He walked to the board next to him, and the twin knives of Dong Guo Zheng continued to swing, which simply surpassed the precision and intelligence of the machine!

One by one, the noodles fell accurately on the board here, Wang Lanling picked up a noodle and looked at it, and said in shock:

"Shhh...... This noodle turned out to be round! You can cut round noodles with a knife, and the thickness and length of each noodle are the same! That's amazing! ”

Wang Lanling doesn't know martial arts, but he is a judge......

"Look! It's the Sangshan Sword Saint, Li Jianzhen! Is he going to start too?! ”

Sangshan Sword Saint, Li Jianzhu, you know that you use a sword when you hear this name!

Wang Lanling put down the noodles in his hand and looked nervously at the person walking towards the board.

This is a man in his fifties, he is not tall, like a person looking up at the sky in the bamboo forest.

But he had long, calloused hands, each of which was as solid as diamond-angled metal.

At this time, his hands were lowered, slightly bent, obviously he didn't hold anything, but it gave people the feeling of having a sword in his hand!

Dou Niangzi also walked over, looked at Sangshan Sword and said, "My lord, I don't know if there is a sword in this big camp, I'll go and borrow one for Li Jianjian to use." ”

Wang Lanling shook his head, "It's okay, how can a sword be such an inconvenient thing?" I see that this man has sharp eyes, walks like a mountain, and is as sharp as a sword, but the sword is in his heart, and he has a sword in his heart. ”

Sangshan Sword Li Jianzheng originally wanted to use a knife, after all, there are only kitchen knives here, but when Wang Lanling said this, he couldn't get off the stage with a knife again......

The people around were watching, and the swordsman next to him, Dong Guo Zheng, also cut the noodles and looked at this side.

"Lord Wang values the old man so much, the old man should have taken out all his skills! Let's see! ”

Originally, he was just a twilight old man, and he no longer had any pursuit of martial arts and kendo, and this time he came here just to avoid causing trouble to his family because of his refusal to serve.

But Wang Lanling regarded him as a sword saint and admired him, as well as the eyes that looked forward to and believed him, making Li Jianzheng seem to have met someone he had met.

He stood in front of the board, his middle and forefinger stretched out together!

"Lord Wang, take a few steps back! When I unleash a rain of swords, I don't have time to think about anything else! ”

Wang Lanling quickly shouted: "Okay! You just have to do it without worrying about breaking things! ”

As he spoke, Wang Lanling quickly ran a few steps away and looked over there excitedly.

The rest of the people were protected in front of Wang Lanling, including Kong Yingxiong, who couldn't perform anymore.

There was no way, the preparation was insufficient, if he knew in advance that Lord Wang was going to roll noodles, he would definitely be able to make a set of palms specially used for rolling noodles.

At this time, the whole audience was watching Li Jianzhu, this old man in his fifties, the beard and hair on his face, and the clothes on his body began to flutter!

There was a gust of wind around him, a fierce gust of wind.

It's sword energy!

Li Jianzhu had forgotten everything around him, he had forgotten the last time he had used his swordsmanship with all his might, it might have been twenty years ago, or it could have been thirty years ago.

After being silent for many years, it was as if he had forgotten all the tricks that he thought he remembered, and the whole person looked like a young man who had just learned kendo.

In the originally empty hand, it was as if a sword had appeared.

That feeling of collapse gave Li Jianbang something to rely on, like finding a best friend he hadn't seen for many years.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his whole person became sharp.

"Sword intent! May rain! ”