The white-bearded old man saw that the matter had come to this point, so he had to agree to compete on the spot, but the only people who participated were Yi Chen and He Muzhi. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The others are not qualified at all, otherwise it would be a kind of derogation to Xu Funiang and Qingluomen.

After agreeing to the contest to recruit relatives, the white-bearded old man, let people decorate the new house at the same time, according to the routine to announce the rules of the competition, although the venue is simple, and very hurried, but some of the declarations are also in order: "The fifth generation of Qingluomen is unfortunately killed, and his widow and wife are in the prime of their youth, so they don't have to abide by the red tape of ordinary people...... Qingluo Sect Founding Patriarch Ning Qingluo Immortal!"

"Ning Qingluo, Immortal Oracle!" Yi Chen secretly repeated these two words, secretly thinking that this Qingluo Sect Patriarch was probably a woman, and it might be a cultivator, no wonder he would set up a door rule that the widow of the door master could remarry.

After the white-bearded old man finished speaking, he officially explained the rules of the competition: "The two sides of the competition can use any weapon, but they can not use hidden weapons and unsightly means, let alone hurt people's lives. ”

As soon as the white-bearded old man's voice fell, He Yin Gong said, "I have a proposal, and we have to compete with others." ”

"What is it better than?" said the white-bearded old man with a slight frown, but there is no way, there are regulations in the door, and there are still some differences between the disciples in the door and outsiders, and they can add another competition, and only two complete victories can win the family affair. Outsiders who often win the competition will lose in the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

"Cooking. He Yin Gong said briefly.

"So your son is still a master chef, what if something made in a while poisons people?" The white-bearded old man didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd of He Yin Palace, so he directly said sarcastically, others don't know, He Muzhi, a disciple, he doesn't know yet, his martial arts are okay, it can be said that he can make any delicious food, and even be able to make food, he doesn't believe it.

"Of course not, we are all people in the rivers and lakes, of course we will not try our superb cooking skills, ask for three dishes and one soup, or seven plates and eight bowls of delicious food. In this competition, you only need to be able to grill a fish, meat, rabbit, and chicken, which can be seen at a glance, and it is very good to judge whether you win or lose. He Yin Gong said.

"It seems that there is no precedent for this, it is not as good as qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, is it too unacceptable, this has the name of falling into this door, unless you come up with a good reason, I will never agree. The white-bearded old man said in a resolute tone.

"The reason is very simple, people like us who walk the rivers and lakes can't help but sleep out in the open, and it's normal to bake something. Besides, it is also for the sake of Xu's niece in the future, after all, if she leaves Qingluomen, she will follow her husband to the rivers and lakes, and she will inevitably sleep in the open air, and it is also a great blessing to have a husband with a high level of barbecue. He Yin Gong said.

"A serious nonsense, He Yin Gong, you are also a lot old, I didn't expect to think of this, then compare, I don't believe it, Yi Shaoxia will lose to your pus-filled son, he will be a flame palm." The white-bearded old man had great confidence in Yi Chen.

"You don't think that there are people in the world who can barbecue meat with the palm of their hands, unless the legendary Xiuzhen and the like are true, I will believe it. He Yin Gong said disapprerovingly.

"Don't talk nonsense, let's let the two of them start now, if it is delayed any longer, I'm afraid my niece won't be able to hold on. The white-bearded old man glanced into the candle-lit room, and Xu Funiang's demeanor began to blur again.

Yi Chen and He Muzhi stood in the middle of the deck, the cool evening breeze blowing their robes and hunting, and the surroundings were brightened by lantern torches, and a little farther away it was pitch black.

He Muzhi held a curved scimitar in his hand, dazzling by the dim light of the fire.

"Yi Shaoxia doesn't use weapons?" He Yin Gong said with a flickering gaze.

"Of course not. Yi Chen smiled indifferently.

"Also, the young man's martial arts are outstanding, and the price of weapons is a little cheap. He Yin Palace's color flashed.

With a start, He Muzhi took the lead with a curved scimitar and stabbed it towards the throat.

Yi Chen knew at first sight that He Muzhi's sword technique was the same as that chivalrous swordsman's swordsmanship, but it was not as subtle as the chivalrous swordsmanship.

However, He Muzhi was conscious, and knew that his whole body was as hard as iron, so he attacked the void cover door with extreme agility.

Yi Chen saw He Muzhi's intentions, and his fist directly met him, as long as he didn't dodge, he would decide the outcome with one punch.

Of course, He Muzhi used a false move, with a flick of his wrist, the curved scimitar in his hand circled in mid-air and stabbed at Yi Chen's vest, which was exactly the same as the technique of a chivalrous warrior.

But the power and speed were far worse than the original broken sword, and Yi Chen grabbed the arc scimitar in his hand with a backhand grabbing his backhand.

Then he took a step forward, and instantly arrived in front of He Muzhi, pressed his palm on his shoulder, and knelt directly on the deck without any resistance, without even reaching out to attack him.

The miscellaneous disciples on the deck all looked at Yi Chen in surprise.

As an elite disciple in the sect, He Muzhi's strength is really unattainable for them, and it is not much better than the characters of the older generation.

I didn't expect that after casting an unfathomable technique to throw an arc-shaped scimitar, I would be caught by the opponent empty-handed, which is simply a legendary character.

Moreover, He Muzhi is still a powerful person who can lift five or six hundred stone beasts with one hand, but now he is still being easily pressed on the deck by the young man in front of him.

It looks even more understatement, and it doesn't use any force at all, and these people can't help but be horrified.

He Yin Gong and the white-bearded old man were equally surprised, they didn't expect Yi Chen to be so good, but they didn't think that Yi Chen had much strength at all, guessing that it was because he used skillful strength, or because he was clever in pointing acupoints, and he silently clicked on He Muzhi's acupoints.

After losing the competition, He Muzhi's face was very ugly, he felt that he had lost face, and he was very resentful of Yi Chen.

After He Yin Gong was surprised, he regained his composure, announced the start of the second competition, and said two rules for the competition, that is, the competition time is a quarter of an hour, in addition to the quality of the roasting, but also to judge the winner or loser by quantity.

So the miscellaneous disciples brought two terracotta braziers, placed dry pine wood in them, and lit two bonfires of the same size.

It wasn't long before the pine wood burned, crackling slightly, splashing sparks, and flames rising two feet high from each pale yellow bonfire.

Next to the brazier, there was a square wooden table, on which were placed dishes and bowls, which contained live prawns, crabs, live fish freshly caught from the river, and freshly slaughtered whole chickens, rabbits, and eggs.

In addition to this, there are spices such as honey, table salt, and of course, dozens of sharpened branches.

Yi Chen really didn't know how to start when he saw these things, but the method of fixing the corpse with copper nails must be obtained, and winning this competition now is the best choice, otherwise he will have to use other means.

He Muzhi picked up the branch and pierced the live fish, whole chickens, rabbits, crabs, four things, put them on the grill, and one hand turned back and forth between the four branches like a flower, which was dazzling.

The other hand slapped a palm towards the bonfire, and it was able to continuously output internal force, making the burning pine wood several times stronger, and turning the flames into a dazzling silver-white color.

After just a few dozen breaths, the live fish, whole chickens, rabbits, and crabs on the fire rack all turned golden colors, and the snorting sound continued to drip oil, although the seasoning had not yet been added, but the aroma lingered throughout the big wooden boat.

Except for Yi Chen, who does not eat the fireworks in the world, everyone has a big index finger, including Xu Funiang, who is lying on the bed in a daze and can't move, and her red lips are salivating.

The miscellaneous disciples who were watching couldn't help but burst into shouts.

"Senior Brother He's such a powerful baking technique. ”

"That's right, whoever can marry a senior brother is really blessed. ”

"Senior brother's baking technique seems to use the superior internal strength of this sect. ”

"I'm afraid that in the palace, the delicacies and delicacies made by the imperial chef are nothing more than that. ”

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Although He Muzhi was calm on the surface, listening to these words of praise, he couldn't help but have a smug look on his face, especially when he looked at Yi Chen standing there stupidly, and he hadn't made a move yet.

However, he didn't dare to slack off in his hand, and when all the roasted flavors were almost ripe, the other hand stopped the internal force transmission, picked up the seasoning on the table, and sprinkled it evenly on it, and the color and fragrance were even stronger for a while.

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