The woman in the black stand-up collar double-breasted chef's uniform was still ten meters away, and Sun Xunqiao and Liang De felt that the light in the venue had suddenly dimmed.

In the mournful cry of the ghosts, the solid floor under their feet turned into a dark swamp that was devoured by people, and more than 100,000 spectators in the stands ripped off their painted skins, one by one with green fangs and shēn blood, eager to rush down the stands and tear the two to pieces.

Liang De immediately decided to close the five senses, and the martial arts spirit shrank into a ball, and shēn in the purple mansion shēn, only a trace of spiritual sense was secretly observed.

It is the taste of spices.

Ten meters away, the female chef synthesized a hellish illusion with a variety of spices, and the virtual picture scroll that came with the wind captured Liang De, a pond fish, and made him fall into the imagination space where the real and the false could not be distinguished.

Sun Xunqiao, who bore the brunt of the attack, still maintained clear eyes, staring at the source of hell ten meters away.

As a food safety supervisor in the North Shaolin Flagship Temple on the other side, I haven't eaten anything yet, two meals of Buddha bone relics bibimbap in three days have failed to transform Lao Tzu, and more than a dozen mixed hell spices with yellow spring tones want to give me a horse?

Ning Yunzai, your capital is less!

Sun Xunqiao forcibly stabilized the Yuan Shen for the sake of the card, his face did not change, his eyes showed a strange light, he was about to point to the sky and curse the earth, and made a stinky lion's roar with the sound of the sea tide, but the female chef ten meters away suddenly put away her anger.

The Hell Scroll in the Divine Consciousness dissipates like a low tide, and the dead air of the Yellow Spring in the Zhou of Ning Yunzai (shēn) turns into the fragrance of a hundred flowers in full bloom, and the frowning eyebrows are displayed as a mountain painting (chūn).

"Would you like to do so?"

Ning Yunzai sighed faintly, and the next moment, her voice suddenly became brisk.

"Even so, I won't release water on you"

The third runner-up of the last year's Dark Cuisine Contest put away the aroma of 一 (shēn) and pursed his lips to turn (shēn) away.

Liang De's Yuan Shen poked his head out of the Purple Mansion.

"Senior brother, do you have a grudge against her?"

"I basically don't know, I didn't talk to her after receiving the prize in the last competition, and the circle of friends was blocked, no, I only opened the chat permission at the beginning, I'll confirm it."

Sun Xunqiao took out his mobile phone and flipped it a few times, and was suddenly shocked.

"Grass, why are there hundreds of pages of chat history, I haven't drunk Forget Worry wine this month!"

In the stands, Bai Hekong, who had watched everything through his monocle, looked at the wooden art rules on the side, and the original god said:

"Senior, didn't you just send Ye Shuangliu a provocative video?"

"Before you win, you lose first, how many men can be with the real girl in the end?

Anyway, if you want to declare war, the whole announcement will start with, you can't push Ye Shuangliu's line, and there is also Ning Yunya, a Huangquan woman who hates to marry a daughter, and Sun Gou will not lose. ”

"But I heard that Ning Yunya's ex-boyfriend and blind date are ......"

"Sun Gou practiced innate divine power, and Liang De gave him a town, and he could fight back with a knife and a corpse, and often guided the martial arts of this department to overcome illness (jiāo), what are you afraid of."

"Oh......"

Bai Hekong glanced at Sun Xunqiao's gaze, and a few fleeting glances of Ling Han's determination suddenly flashed in his monocle.

"Huh?"

Under the stands, Sun Xunqiao looked at the chat record with Ning Yunya, his face turned cloudy, his eyes gradually lost focus, and Liang De slapped him several times before waking him up.

"Senior brother, don't worry about the chat history, you have been slashed more than 20 times, and another one is coming."

Sun Xunqiao raised his head suddenly, and a sharp qi brushed the side of his face, leaving a hideous wound on his face.

In the distance, the woman (shēn) wearing fifteen kitchen knives of different shapes put away her dagger and stuck out her tongue at Sun Xunqiao.

"Do you perceive it, then I have to win to be eligible."

The champion of the last Dark Cuisine Competition on the Other Side, Seven Stars Swift Cut, Wu Tao.

Her knife work is unpredictable, just like wielding a knife when cells and particles are not paying attention, without a trace, the people and ingredients that have been cut will not have a little pain, nor will there be a little wound, only when she perceives her knife intent, there is a possibility of injury.

Sun Xunqiao stretched out his hand to wipe the wound on the side of his face, and covered it for a while before he eliminated the timeless knife intent and slowly healed the tragic wound on his face.

Sure enough, on the Tongxu app, he and Wu Tao also had hundreds of pages of chat history.

Who else? Who else have I offended somehow!

Sun Xunqiao's tiger eyes were wide open, and Liang De was also looking around behind him.

I saw a handsome little monk wearing an ochre yellow monk's robe walking over with a twist, Sun Xunqiao and Liang De took three steps back, and the murderous aura (dàng) was gone.

Fuck you, how come there are still men!

Bai He looked at Mu Yigui with a flat mouth, and the black-skinned greasy man waved his hand again and again, indicating that it was none of his business, he didn't know (qíng), he was very innocent.

The handsome little monk stopped in front of Sun Xunqiao's cooking table, bowing his head and fingers.

"Sun Protector, I am the void of Shaolin on the other side, I, I will return to the vulgar next year...... Can you teach me how, how to stick to the female benefactor? ”

Climb for Lao Tzu!

Sun Xunqiao was about to perform his duties as the protector of the North Shaolin Mountain Gate, when he blasted the little thief in front of him with a palm, and the Kitchen Immortal Competition venue suddenly fell silent.

Turning a blind eye, hearing but not hearing, all the sound and pictures were hidden, and all the audience and contestants were left with only the three judges on the rostrum and the emcee holding the microphone in their eyes and ears.

The triangular one-eyed glow flickered red, and in the silence he turned his head to see the silver-haired old lady behind the scenes.

Huashan Xiyi Law (jìn)?

Sun Xunqiao and Liang De also quickly broke free from the shackles of 法 (jìn), but neither of them made a sound, just looked at the rostrum in silence.

The three judges were already in place, and the bald emcee (rè) (qíng) in a tuxedo finished the opening remarks with a glimpse of the opening remarks, and then spat out the part-time jobs and honors of the three judges as if announcing the name of the dish.

The chief judge, the chairman of the Food Council on the other side, the youngest person who passed the Baiwei trial, the heir of the world in heaven and the world, and the well-deserved queen of food in the new generation - Ding Qiuqiu.

Deputy judge, the first seat of the Southern Shaolin Pharmacist Academy, in the year of the weak crown, he realized the principle of color and emptiness, but he was able to make a bowl of gloomy rice to (qíng) to (xìng), and the Shaolin Suzhai on the other side of the cow ear - Master Ten Lotus.

Deputy judge, head chef of tongue-pulling hell, a strong man who allows ghosts who have completely lost their sense of taste to taste peerless deliciousness, Taishan Beidou in the Huangquan food industry - Ning Fengye.

The three judges appeared (shēn), and the Xiyi method (jìn) in the venue was solved, and the title of this year's Chef Fairy Star Contest appeared on the big screen.

"Untitled."

The title of this competition is untitled.

Liang De looked at Sun Xunqiao, no wonder the second senior brother decided that he was lovesick before the game, and he didn't care how the game would be arranged, it turned out to be untitled.

Is the main sponsor backed by the player so advantageous?

"Senior brother, I said that I didn't know about this topic, would you believe it?"

Liang De did not reply, and on the rostrum, Ding Qiuqiu stared at Sun Xunqiao behind the cooking table.

"Untitled, huh...... I'd like to see what tricks you can play! ”