He Yong and Zhou Hao's internal force was released, He Yong's body released a blue light, and Zhou Hao's body released a red light.

The two were separated by several meters, but He Yong could feel the heat emanating from Zhou Hao's body.

This guy's cultivation is actually pure fire internal force!

is worthy of being a chef, no matter what this guy's cooking skills are, with this fire system internal force alone, his strength has reached the early stage of Tianpin.

Zhou Hao noticed He Yong's surprised gaze, and he said with some smugness:

"Brother He, my strength is in the early stage of Tianpin, as for cooking, I was the runner-up in the God of Food Contest two months ago. When I participated in the competition, I was only in the late stage of my strength.

In the past two months, my strength has improved a bit, and if I do the God of Food Contest again, I will definitely be able to win the championship and become the new God of Food. ”

He Yong was not only not nervous when he heard this, but he was happy in his heart.

He wants to get next year's God of Food, which is originally a mandatory task of the system. He also has no bottom in his heart about becoming the god of food, and now there is a guy whose strength is comparable to that of the god of food.

Even if he loses, he will only earn one less title, and if he wins, he will be ninety percent sure of becoming the god of food next year.

Thinking of this, he smiled and said to Zhou Hao: "Brother Zhou's strength is really good, it seems that I need to go all out!"

When Zhou Hao heard this, he said indifferently: "Brother He, just take out all your strength." I'm curious now, how good are you at cooking?"

"You'll know soon, let's get started!" He Yong finished speaking, holding a kitchen knife in his hand.

"Very well, let's get started. After Zhou Hao finished speaking, he also took a kitchen knife in his hand!

syllable

The two slapped on the table almost at the same time, and the internal force on their bodies shook the table, and several dishes on the table flew directly into the air.

What flew up in front of Zhou Hao was two yams and a few ribs, and everyone understood at a glance that he was going to make yam pork rib soup.

And the first to fly in front of He Yong was the old hen. At this time, the old hen was covered by a blue-blue internal force and could not move.

He Yong went down with a few knives, and killed the old hen to bleed and pluck the feathers, all in one go.

And after the chicken was killed and removed, the knife in He Yong's hand turned into an afterimage, and in a blink of an eye, the old hen was cut into chicken pieces.

Immediately afterwards, He Yong freed his other hand and raised it at the bucket next to him, and a column of water shot out of the bucket and rushed on the chicken nuggets in the air, surrounding the chicken nuggets.

At this moment, he suddenly exerted his icy true qi and froze the chicken and water together! The chicken and the water froze in a blink of an eye!

Then, He Yong urged the exercises and began to heat up the piece of cold ice above his head.

The water in mid-air melted and gradually boiled in a blink of an eye, and the chicken pieces were boiled slightly, and then He Yong changed the water a few more times to clean the chicken pieces.

After the chicken nuggets were put away, He Yong slapped the table again, and two yams flew up, and the onlookers looked at it and understood that He Yong was going to make yam chicken soup!

Everyone felt a little funny, both of them actually chose yam as auxiliary materials, one is yam pork rib soup, the other is yam chicken soup, it depends on which of them makes it better.

As soon as He Yong's knife rotated slightly in the air, the yam had already been peeled and cut into small pieces.

Zhou Hao also peeled and cut the yam into pieces, and like He Yong, he boiled the pork ribs in boiling water in mid-air.

The two finished cleaning almost at the same time, and then the two looked at each other, and both showed a look of chess opponents.

Then the two prepared the spices of green onions, ginger and garlic, and soon, the two of them also prepared the seasonings.

Next is the most critical soup, this is the time to witness the real kung fu of the two. The previous steps can be completed as long as the general cutting can be completed.

Brush

Zhou Hao cleaned up the ribs in front of him and used internal force to stabilize them in the air, but with the other hand, he pointed to the water in the bucket, and slammed into the air, and suddenly a large ball of water rushed into the air, surrounding the ribs.

He Yong also wrapped all those chicken nuggets in suspension with cyan blue internal force light. He also raised his hand to ingest the water in the barrel into a large mass in the air, and then wrapped the chicken nuggets tightly in it.

He Yong's internal force became stronger and stronger, and the temperature of the water in the air in front of him also rose rapidly, and it was about to start boiling in the blink of an eye.

The two of them began to heat up the soup in front of them, and from time to time they put seasonings into the soup in the air, and soon, the aroma of the soup made by the two began to come out.

At this moment, Zhou Hao suddenly shouted: "Red Flame Divine Palm!"

As soon as the words fell, he alternated his hands, and then pushed the yam pork rib soup above his head violently, and two large red balls of internal force poured out of his palm, instantly enveloping the yam pork rib soup above his head.

Call~

At this time, a big fireball almost formed on the top of Zhou Hao's head, and everyone could no longer smell the fragrance of the yam pork rib soup, because the fragrance had been shrouded and did not leak at all.

Not only that, after about 30 seconds, Zhou Hao alternated his hands again, pushed violently, and shouted: "The breeze blows on the palm!"

As soon as the words fell, an almost transparent layer of internal force poured out from him, covering the fireball.

After another ten seconds, he freed up one hand and pointed at a large soup bowl next to him, and then quickly grabbed the large soup bowl and grabbed it onto the table.

The next moment, he raised one hand and lifted the lid of the big soup pot, and then with the other hand, he controlled the red yam pork rib soup in the sky and sent it directly into the big soup pot.

call

The fireball turned into a red river and flowed directly into the basin, and he quickly closed the lid of the basin.

After closing the lid of the soup basin, he faced the soup basin with his two palms, and red internal force continued to gush out from his palms, covering the entire soup basin.

After doing all this, he looked at He Yong with a confident look.

After He Yong had almost cooked the chicken, he also slapped the fragrant yam chicken soup in the air, and drank in his mouth: "Tianshan Six Yang Palms!"

As soon as the words fell, a blue-blue internal force shot out from his palm, and the internal force turned into a huge palm that was directly grasped on the soup in the air.

The cyan blue internal force looked like a huge fist holding something, and the fragrance of his yam chicken soup was instantly blocked.

The next moment, He Yong's left hand controlled the soup in the air, and internal force continued to pour out from his left palm, so that the blue fist shadow in the air remained unchanged. His right hand shifted in front of him, and then he thrust into the air:

"Frost and ice!"

The sixteenth palm of the eighteen palms of the dragon descends "Walking on the frost and ice", a combination of rigidity and softness in one move, positive and negative, it can be said that it is infinitely useful, not only can it be used against the enemy, but now it can also be used to make soup.

brush

A cyan blue internal force poured out of He Yong's hand, which quickly condensed into a cyan dragon and headed towards the fist shadow in the air.

Soon the dragon rushed to the Phantom Fist, and did not hit the Phantom Fist, but around the fist, kept spinning, spinning and retracting, and finally the dragon and the Phantom Fist converged and dissipated at the same time, as if they were merged into the soup......

3210