"It's good to come!"

Ye Bufan walked calmly to the gate, looked at the group of people opposite, looked directly at the old man at the front, and said lightly: "Are you from the Leng family in Shangcheng? ”

"Humph!"

The old man blew his beard and glared, and said proudly: "You are also a little knowledgeable in this shop, since you know my Leng family, you should be a little self-aware, with my Leng family, your broken restaurant will never become the first in the world!"

"Really?"

Ye Bufan narrowed his eyes, there was no displeasure on his face, and said calmly: "This culinary world is like the cultivation realm, it all relies on strength to speak. If you are not convinced, you can directly challenge my Tianxiang Pavilion, and if you lose, my Tianxiang Pavilion will take off this plaque. ”

"Old man Leng, give me a face, I gave this plaque!" Bai Yulong's expression was unhappy, "I don't refer to the cooking skills of the first four big characters in the world, what I praise is that Little Brother Ye's achievements in the formation method are unparalleled in the world!"

"You're not a good thing either!"

The old man is a violent temper, how could he give him face, and directly disdainful: "Harboring evil intentions, wolf ambitions, don't be crooked here, I don't care what purpose you send this plaque, I only know that now it is hanging on the upper floor of a restaurant, which is a provocation to restaurants all over the world!"

"Huh! provocation?"

Ye Bufan snorted coldly, and said with disdain in his eyes: "I am the little second Ye Bufan of the Tianxiang Pavilion store, and my cooking skills are unparalleled in the world, this plaque is hung by Lao Tzu, if you are not satisfied and directly challenge Lao Tzu, I guarantee that even your grandfather will not recognize his grandson!"

"Little bastard!"

The purple-clothed old man's beard was cocked, his face was pale, his eyes were fire-breathing and pointed at Ye Bufan, gritted his teeth and said: "What a sharp-toothed little bastard, saying that you are fat and you are still panting to the sky, you are a shopkeeper, you let a celebrity chef like the old man challenge you, you are ......"

"What are you? Is it your sister, or is it your uncle?"

Ye Bufan couldn't help but directly interrupt the old man, looked him up and down, and said with a smile: "Look at the hat you are wearing, what is the difference between the hat you are wearing and the boots buttoned upside down on your head......?

"Little bastard!"

How could the grumpy old man withstand such a provocation, he was directly angry, his eyes were shining, like two light bulbs, he stared at Ye Bufan and said: "Little bastard, Hugh is rampant, and if he is annoyed, he will directly beat you to death! Little Wang Balamb, don't you want others to provoke you? Okay, good old man Leng Feiyu, officially challenge you!"

"Good!"

Ye Bufan put his hands behind his back, looked up at the sky, high-spirited, unfathomable, although he was a shopkeeper in gray clothes and black hats, he had a different kind of aura, and the people around him were amazed, it was the old man Leng Feiyu, and his pupils shrank slightly.

"Hehe, for the old man's request, I Ye Bufan will never refuse, let alone an old man who is about to enter the earth?" pretending to be a master for a long time, Ye Bufan suddenly popped out of his mouth with such a sentence, which directly made the old man angry enough!

"Little bastard!"

Old Man Leng Feiyu's eyes were full of gold stars, and the coercion of the Yuanying Cultivator was directly released, turning into an invisible sword in front of him, shooting out towards Ye Bufan. This short-tempered old man saw that he couldn't say anything about Ye Bufan, so he directly moved to kill.

"Patriarch Leng, don't go too far. Bai Yulong waved his hand to dissipate the coercion, and said lightly: "Even if it is the lowest city, we still have to abide by the rules of those human races. ”

"You're not a good thing either!"

The old man glanced at Bai Yulong, looked at Ye Bufan with a serious expression, and said, "Boy, you are just a shopkeeper, and you are not qualified to be the target of the old man's challenge, so call the chef of your shop." ”

"Well, you're right, I'm not qualified, after all, the chef certificate of a professional chef hasn't been obtained yet. Ye Bufan did not refute, and nodded thoughtfully.

"How ......"

The old man was stunned on the spot, the reason why he said such things was to stimulate Ye Bufan, how could he expect the other party to have such a high level of self-knowledge, so that he had nothing to say for a while, and the clever plan he just thought of could only be swallowed back into his stomach.

Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly saw a middle-aged monk with a slightly chubby, kind face, wearing a white robe and a white hat walking out of the Tianxiang Pavilion. ”

"You know me?" Old Man Leng stared at Zhang Yi with a cold voice.

"Of all the chefs in the four major and small cities under Wumeng City, who doesn't know the name of Old Man Leng? Within a radius of thousands of miles, Old Man Leng's cooking skills are only afraid that no one can beat him!" Zhang Yi said with a calm expression, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Humph!"

Old Man Leng immediately became proud, raised his head and nostrils to the sky, although he stood at the foot of the steps, he seemed to look down at Zhang Yi, and said lightly: "If you know my name, you shouldn't come out, I'll give you a chance, you automatically admit defeat, and it can be regarded as a decent loss." ”

"Impossible!"

Zhang Yi's eyes widened, and he raised his head suddenly, his eyes were bright, his expression was firm, and he said loudly: "Isn't it to lose the face of our chefs if we are defeated without a fight? ”

"Good boy!"

Old Man Leng stared at Zhang Yi tightly, seeing that his expression was firm, without a trace of acting, he couldn't help but be in awe, stroked his white beard, stretched out his thumb, and said: "You kid has a kind, and you are qualified to challenge me!" If you lose, take off the plaque for me!"

"I accept your challenge!" Zhang Yi looked firm and said loudly: "Old man, you are also a highly respected person in the chef world, so there are some things I need to explain to you clearly in advance!"

"Boy, you are very kind, Lao Tzu appreciates you, you say. The old man waved his hand, and he was very bold.

"Whew!"

Zhang Yi let out a long breath of turbidity, his expression became more determined, and he said loudly: "Even if I lose, you can't take off the plaque, unless you defeat my Tianxiang Pavilion's shopkeeper Erye Bufan-Brother Fan!"

"What?"

Old Man Leng's eyes widened, he was a little confused, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he said, "Only by defeating that little bastard can you be qualified to take off the plaque, right?"

"Yes!" Zhang Yi said with a serious face.

"Grandma's!"

The old man Leng vomited blood, and scolded: "Mom, you dare to play tricks on you! According to what you said, I will directly challenge the shopkeeper, and I will talk to you about your uncle here!"