As the singing and dancing succubus ladies retreated, the radiant Jevre came to his stove.

Choosing the ingredients he needs, and then taking a dry of high-quality spices into his arms, Jevre is busy with ease.

I didn't plan to make any big dishes, just a sweet and sour five-color old meat, a peacock open-screen multi-flavored fish and a yellow stewed colorful bird.

Compared with the previous Hundred Fish Leaping Dragon Gate and Ten Thousand Demons in Pagoda Town, the name is much inferior, but the taste will be known by the judges in a while.

It reduces the amount of blood and breath, maintains the absorption rate of ingredients at about 80%, and integrates a trace of eight-star cooking techniques into the three dishes.

It took only two hours, with fish swimming in the water, a variety of birds that screamed and flying, and a lifelike illusion of a magic pig playing, and Yevre was the first to complete the race.

Shi Shiran handed the three entries to the judges who kept carefully tasting them, and Yevre obediently returned to the rest area.

Jevre roughly estimated that the ranking would be about the same as the last time, and he should not break into the top 20.

Surprises, always save until the end, it's fun, why bother to make enemies for yourself early.

Between the top 30 and the top 20 is a safe position to show the genius of your new chef in the first few rounds, and not to attract some of the tricks of a chef who is bound to win the championship and slap the face.

When the last blockbuster hits, the other party is caught off guard, and presumably the organizer will also protect himself, no matter how the other party struggles, it is useless.

Max was still struggling with the halfling, as if every now and then a few words of nonsense, glaring at him could make it play out of order.

It's a pity that until the end of the game, the silent halfling didn't give Sao Bao Max a second glance.

Sure enough, an hour later, under the watchful eyes of millions of viewers who watched the temporary show, the halfling once again "lived up to expectations" and achieved the first place.

Max is only in ninth place, just a narrow margin and about to fall out of the top ten.

In the eyes of Jevre's "expectation", he was lucky enough to win a good result of 22nd place, but it attracted a lot of attention.

As for Kaka Moqi, after all, he did not continue his good luck, but fell to Sun Shan, and this competition journey came to an end.

Yevre casually comforted the other party, and then before Max was about to say something in frustration, Yevre ran out to receive the reward certificate.

At the end of the old-fashioned procession, I felt that I was not a "spring breeze proud", but similar to a monkey for people to visit.

The experienced ran out of the arena, and Mary Luna, who was waiting here, rode the white unicorn, and drifted away like the wind, leaving only Hopsling and the others to chase slowly.

I didn't run to find any authentic snacks, nor did I take advantage of the crowds to wander around and see the real city that never sleeps.

Or return to the lush mansion with peace of mind, and slowly continue to sort out what he has obtained before in the vineman rocking chair.

Even if you are really talented, you have to study hard and practice hard, otherwise you will rely on shit luck every time?

I'm not God's father's favorite cub, don't think too much.

Mary Luna and the others who came later, Hopsling, did not disturb the pensive Jevre, but turned to the study, and chatted quietly and wittily about some idle matters.

As for the humble minotaur, he stubbornly stayed in the living room, standing silently aside, like an immovable sculpture in the shadows.

Since agreeing to be the captain of the guard of Yevre's future restaurant, Hykiraf has always looked like this unless he has to, for fear that something will happen to Yevre.

Even if Mariluna lost her temper a few times because of this, the stubborn minotaur is still as steady as Mount Tai and does not change his dead nature.

Even Yevre couldn't say anything more now.

It's good to be stubborn, such a subordinate, but the most sincere guy Yevre has met since he came to the Heru Continent.

Compared with Lias, who doesn't know where to run, Ziophra, who is missing, and Mariluna, who is obviously using each other, or is this guy real.

Thousands of twists and turns in my mind, thousands of thoughts flowing, countless collisions, inspiring flashes of inspiration.

How to absorb the essence of 300 elite chefs again, how to break through to eight-star cuisine, even if you change the combination of ingredients, and re-improve the cooking temperature, it is like a kitchen knife cutting wires, it is really all sparks.

Comparable to the speed of an ordinary computer, the soul space kept flickering, and a little rudimentary inspiration was inscribed in the cured book by Yevre, in case it was missed.

No matter how good your memory is, it's not as good as a bad pen.

It was a full two hours before Jevre opened his eyes slightly, and a glimmer of light passed through his green eyes.

"Heikiraf, sit down and rest, it's heavily guarded, you really don't have to do it every time. ”

Looking at the minotaur standing quietly in the shadows, looking at the eyes looking left and right, Jevre was still very satisfied.

"Boss, it's my duty!"

The humble minotaur responded in a rough voice, looking at the forest elf who walked to the kitchen, but still looking around conscientiously.

Yevre nodded helplessly, checked the remaining ingredients, and then managed a gluttonous feast with strange aromas, brilliant colors, and exaggerated shapes.

The few people who stayed in the study and chatted had already been hooked by the tempting scent, and they looked at the electric figure of Yevre, and looked at the various phantoms that filled the kitchen, but they kept drooling.

After waiting for a long time, under the leadership of Hopslin, who kept gobbling up, except for Mariluna and Yevre, the other three people had nothing to eat, and they were simply reincarnated as starving ghosts.

However, it is also the way it should be.

Tonight's six dishes, if you look at the eyes of the eight-star judges, are likely to enter the top three.

"Yevre, you make it so delicious every time, what if you don't make it in the future?"

The greedy little pig-headed man, his mouth has really been a little tricky recently, and he couldn't eat a few bites of the salty and crispy snake slices that he thought was a delicacy before.

"Then follow me to learn cooking, if you know how to cook it, are you afraid that there will be no good food?"

Jevre repeated the old words, and kept leading Hopsling up the kitchen lane.

This guy has a good talent for cooking, and it's worth cultivating.

"Hmm!"

Hopslyn cautiously dotted the pig's head with a white mane, which really looked a bit like a little fragrant pig.

Looking at the messy square table, the few people continued to idle for a while, and then Capence obediently cleaned it up and parted ways.

After a careful discussion between Yevre and the increasingly kind-hearted Mariluna about the future restaurant and the solicitation of the "Brilliant" organization, the forest elves continued their daily homework--- infinitely simulating and visualizing the psychic sacred tree.

The next day, there was a competition on the ground steps, so Yevre got up early, and after meeting with the three of Capence at the playing field, he rushed to the exclusive seat with the dark elves who had asked for leave.

It's not that I'm in a hurry, after all, the game will take more than an hour to start.

Instead, many viewers recognized Yevre, the new dark horse nine-star chef, although he didn't run up to ask for an autograph, but he pointed and talked about it.

Looking at the "fans" who were about to move, and more and more strange eyes, Yevre still hurriedly checked the ticket, sat in a relatively central position, and quietly looked around.

I didn't buy a seat in front of me, after all, this is a ground level competition, in case the player makes a mistake, then is he exposing his hole cards?

Not only Yevre, but also the vast majority of the Xuanjie audience thought so, which directly led to the front row seats becoming a symbol of strength and stupidity.

Although there will be a Tianjie Friendship Competition later, due to the safety of the audience, normal viewers will not be able to watch it at all, just like the Seven Star Chef Competition.

Yevre is to observe and learn the fighting methods of a good player at the ground level, and to have a long insight, and the second is to take precautions and plan for the long term.

Although his combat power is good, his means are too simple, and his spiritual attack is only a soul needle, and in addition to his decent strength and speed, there are only two levels of natural spells left.

After all, the time is still short, and Yevre, who has not been cultivating for a long time, can have the current strength, which can be regarded as rocket speed.

It has only been about a year since he came to the Heru Continent, and his physical strength and speed are comparable to the first realm of the earth level, and his spiritual power has reached the upper realm of the heavenly level, which is enough for many demons to die of shame.

How long did it take for Mary Luna to cultivate to reach the half-step level, more than three hundred years!

Thinking about it this way, Mary Luna is suspected of eating tender grass from old cows.

Although there are viewers pointing fingers at themselves from time to time, there is no exaggerated action.

In the midst of idle nonsense, the staff were in place one by one, tens of thousands of ground-level players were in place one after another, and two hundred special rings were also unveiled.

The arena is all made of metal floor tiles and hardwood guardrails, which is enough to withstand the impact of ordinary ground level players.

This is not cheap, and the audience is full of energy and imagination.

Nearly twenty Heavenly Rank powerhouses who were not very good at first glance and belonged to the forces of the two cities were constantly provoking each other, and they sat down clearly.

"You Kakamos City is getting worse and worse. Look, it's all crooked melons and cracked dates, they deserve to win!"

"Less nonsense, isn't it just a little more generous in the past few years, you Califri City will come to slap your face, right?

"Hehe, take a good look and see how we swept away!"

.....

The sharp-eared Jevre listened to all this, and then recalled the halflings and Naga from the city of Califrey, and deeply felt the malice of the city.

Although Kakamos City and Califrey City are among the fifteen small cities under the rule of the Chaos Lord, they are always full of competition due to their different positioning.

The city of Kacamos, which is mainly based on food and tourism, and the city of Califrey, which claims to be the second most commercially developed, have always been compared in various ways in the past ten years in order to behave well in front of the lord of chaos.

If you want to hold a competition, I will send the elite to make trouble, and it is called "communication", and if the other party makes any big move, Kakamos City will follow up in time, even if it kills 3,000 enemies and loses 800.

In such a warm atmosphere, as the organizer's speech was finished, the deafening bell rang, and the four hundred ground level masters stood fearlessly in the not-so-spacious ring according to the lottery list.

The four-hundred-level pinnacle realm referee stared closely at the players who were about to start the competition.

In order to prevent accidents, there are also many Peak Realm demons stationed around the venue in order to intercept attacks that slip through the net.

I don't know what the specific relationship between the city hall and the organizer is, but so many masters have been deployed.

Excluding the Heaven Rank powerhouse and the Mortal Stage Lord, it was enough to crush Hols City back and forth many times.

The competition between the best players of the ground level is not a level at all compared to the Xuan level competition.

All kinds of gorgeous talents, easily exploding, with countless afterimages and a terrible wind howl, headed towards the opponent.

And the other party was not to be outdone, picked up a heavy weapon weighing more than 100,000 pounds, and launched a counterattack with a hideous face.

The air is trembling, the earth is shaking, and the sky-high battle intent is condensed into substance, firmly enveloping the spacious playing field.

No wonder there are no mortal and advanced audiences, and even Hopslin and the two are pale and a little out of breath.

Mariluna hurriedly took out a red treasure, and then a transparent barrier shrouded several people.

The coercion that came was forcibly weakened by a few points, and the two of Capence, who were like fish on land, were relieved and kept taking deep breaths.

However, the minotaur who had been barely competing with coercion, blushing and thick-necked, made Yevre nod with satisfaction.