Who is the king of liquidation at this gastronomic conference?

The white-bearded old man judge deliberately lengthened his tone and vowed to sell Guan Zi to the last moment.

The proprietress nervously squeezed my shoulder.

"It's Tianfeng Tower!"

The white-bearded old man judges finally gave the answer.

I could feel the proprietress shake and almost fall.

"And Yunlai Tower!"

The white-bearded old man added another sentence.

The proprietress really fell this time.

But it wasn't a fall, it fell on top of me—I looked over my head and saw her eyes red, tears streaming down her cheeks, and her clothes wet.

"Sister Jiaoyan, don't cry, we haven't lost yet." I hurriedly comforted.

"I hear you." The proprietress said with a crying voice, "I'm not sad, I'm happy, I'm so happy......"

I sighed and gently hugged the hostess.

On the high platform, the white-bearded old man judge continued: "The number of empty bowls and plates in Tianfeng Tower and Yunlai Tower is seven hundred and thirty-nine sets, regardless of whether they are high or low. According to the rules of the organiser, after three days, the two restaurants will compete again to determine who is the true king of food! ”

"It's going to be better than that." I glanced at Chubby Ding and felt a heavy weight on my shoulders.

Although Yunlailou and Tianfenglou were tied this time, I knew very well in my heart that this result was somewhat opportunistic, and if you really want to talk about taste, it is definitely not comparable to Tianfenglou.

The white-bearded old man babbled for half an hour, and many people began to doze off, and the food conference officially ended, and everyone dispersed.

With apprehension, I returned to Yunlai Tower.

Lei Heihu, who originally thought he was the biggest opponent, was just a clown jumping off the beam, but the fat ding, who had never heard of it before, let me see what it means to be outside the mountain, Qingshan Lou, and there are heavens and people in the sky.

My little cooking knowledge is too shallow!

Three days later......

Can you win?

Looking through the window at the bustling crowd on the street, I fell into deep thought.

I don't know how long it took, but when I came back to my senses, there was no one in sight on the street.

The night was dark and the wind was high.

"I said, why don't you learn to cook too?" The proprietress said behind me.

"Cooking?" I shook my head and said, "I'll just eat." ”

"But you're doing well today." The proprietress began to button up.

"I didn't do anything, it was you and Master Wu who did it." I smiled wryly.

"As long as you're willing to learn, it's definitely not bad." The proprietress said confidently, "It's like your kung fu, which can make your muscles stretch and stretch freely, is also very suitable for cooking." ”

"This is against people, how can it deal with vegetables." I still shook my head.

"Alas......" the proprietress sighed faintly, "I know, you don't plan to stay in Yunlai Lou for a long time." ”

I can only be silent.

"That's right, the man has ambitions in all directions." The proprietress sighed again, "The world is so big, you should walk around......"

"No one can say what will happen in the future." I abruptly interrupted her, "It's late, you better rest." ”

With that, I put on my clothes and left the room.

Squeak.

The door of the hostess closed slowly.

What do you mean by that?

Alas, it is the most difficult to receive the grace of beauty.

I sighed in my heart, and instead of looking back, I pulled my legs and went straight to the end of the second floor, and slammed the door of the last room.

As soon as the hand was clapped, the door opened.

A smell of wine dissipated, and Master Wu walked out of the room.

"Did you notice?" I asked.

"Noticed." Master Wu said solemnly.

"Any thoughts?" I asked again.

"Let's kill one by one, let's kill two by two!" Master Wu gritted his teeth and said.

It is said that the more drunk some people are, the brighter their eyes become.

Master Wu's eyes were as sharp as murderous moonlight!

The Yunlai building was quiet, and the twitter and the copper head had already fallen asleep.

Master Wu and I walked down the floor, moved the door of the storefront, and walked side by side to the deserted street.

The bluestone floor was splashed with water, and there was a cold smell in the air.

"No need to hide, let's all come out!" Master Wu said coldly.

It's not loud, but it's colder than the air.

There was silence for a long time.

Suddenly, on the streets, by the walls, on the rooftops of buildings, corners, alleys, alleys, flower beds, car boards, stalls...... and so on, a group of people quietly appeared.

Black clothes, black shoes, black hoods, long knives, short knives, two-handed knives!

These ghostly people flashed their weapons one after another, approaching me and the martial master step by step.

It was clear that they were here to kill.

"The Black Tigers?" I tried to ask.

No one squeaked.

Of course they won't make a sound.

But my heart is like a mirror: in Qizhou City, there are people who have such power and have the courage to do such evil deeds, except for the Eagle Claw Gate, there is only the Thunder Black Tiger supported by the prefect Lao Tzu.

"How many can you deal with?" Master Wu asked me.

"This ...... Probably four or five. "I took a look at it with the manual, and most of these black-clothed people are about ten veins open, and they basically belong to the type that I can hang with one hand.

When dealing with a person, it is natural to be able to hang.

Two, three, it's not easy.

Five, six, it's already hard to deal with.

Eight, nine? I'm going to turn around and run.

If ten people rush up, it is estimated that even quasi-first-class masters such as the black Qiu Fei and the silver hook scholar Huang Ou will have to be beaten violently.

No way, the old saying that two fists are hard to beat four hands will always have its truth.

As long as you are still a human being, as long as you have no more than one pair of arms, eyes, ears and other organs, then it is really difficult for you to block attacks from all directions at the same time when there are enemies on all sides.

Even if there is a protective qi to resist, under the high-frequency, multi-directional blows, the qi will soon be exhausted.

So for me, dealing with six at the same time is the limit, and it's safe to say four or five.

"Then you deal with ten, and I'll take care of the rest." Master Wu didn't agree with a word, and directly doubled my task!

But I didn't say anything.

Because there were at least thirty or forty of these assassins—if they were properly trained and commanded, even a master of Ling Bo's level could be trapped to death.

Doesn't that seem a little incredible?

The reality is so cruel: even if you are the best in the world in martial arts, you may still be stabbed to death by a child who has never practiced martial arts - as long as you are not an invulnerable immortal, it is impossible to ignore the suppression of numbers.

Even ants can sweep through the jungle with an incredible number of them, making all beasts evade, let alone humans?

This is why there are so many martial arts masters in the world, but they are still being restrained by the imperial court.

There are a lot of people in the court!

Luckily, looking at the way these guys got closer, I knew they weren't properly trained.

That's good, that's good.

An untrained team, no matter how large the number is, is just a plate of loose sand.

I breathed a sigh of relief, holding the Full Moon Scimitar in my left hand, and the Cloud-winged Purple Gold Knife in my right hand......

Let's fight!

(End of chapter)