Volume 1, Chapter 102 Qingfeng VS Shijie.
The inn was brightly lit under the night sky.
The area around the inn was filled with armored soldiers.
Swords and guns were everywhere.
Inside the inn.
In the lobby on the first floor, a group of people were preparing to have their meal in front of a huge dining table.
The owner of the inn is a middle-aged woman, and tonight her smile is brighter than usual.
The guests staying in the hotel today are wealthy. Although I don’t know which family they are from, I can tell from the appearance of the guests and the more than ten large carriages that they are definitely not simple people.
What's more, the pet he raises is a big black bull. Not only does it have a special person to take care of it, it also has a special car.
If she entertained such a guest well, she could earn as much money in a day as she would in a year.
How can I not be happy?
At this time, Li Gao was standing on a stool, holding a peach wood sword, looking at everyone with a solemn expression.
He said in a deep voice: "Are you ready?"
On his left and right, the little monk and Qingfeng rolled up their sleeves and looked at each other, their eyes full of vigilance.
High combat power.
It was as if there was a ball of fire burning fiercely, and people could feel its burning sensation when they touched it.
Everyone around was silent and looked at the two of them solemnly.
After Li Gao asked, the two nodded and looked at the table at the same time.
The little monk chuckled.
"Qingfeng, I won't give in to you just because you're young."
Qingfeng snorted coldly, his tone full of contempt.
"I have been through eight years of scorching heat and have never met an opponent. I need you to give in."
"Then I'll be welcome."
"Come on, come over here and let me see your true strength."
Li Gao saw that the two were ready.
The peach wood sword in his hand slashed down suddenly.
"start."
As his voice fell,
The two men moved.
The little monk stretched out both hands and held the two steamed buns in his hands.
Shaking its head left and right, biting madly.
His eyes were full of pride.
Qingfeng didn't take it seriously and remained unusually calm.
I saw him grab a steamed bun with his chubby little hands and stuff it in with just one bite.
The lips and teeth then started chewing frantically.
The people on the side shouted wildly at the same time.
“Come on…Come on…”
"Little monk, come on, kill my third brother!"
"Master of the Ten Commandments, work hard, work hard."
"Qingfeng, speed up, and stuff two at a time."
"Old Three is not good enough, he is about to be surpassed."
The two of them chewed frantically, and the pile of steamed buns in front of them, as high as a hill, was falling at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The people nearby quickly formed a cheerleading team to fight back.
Hongfu and Jinghong’s supporters are the little monk, and of course Na Xiner.
But looking at her appearance, she didn't seem very willing, as if she was forced to work. She waved her little hands and shouted "Come on" in a low voice, repeating it over and over again.
Qingfeng's supporters are obviously more motivated and have more people.
There are Guanqi, Dongfang Qingzhu, Hua Zhilu, Fenghe, and Zhou Heisan.
Don’t think that Hua Zhilu is silent while watching the chess game and is grinning foolishly, but the firepower of Dongfang Qingzhu and Zhou Heisan is enough to cover the entire field.
Seeing this scene, Li Muyi and other masters of the Dongfang family couldn't help but shake their heads.
Regarding the eldest lady's appearance, they had long gone from being shocked at first, to being numb later, and now they were no longer surprised.
The little monk outputted crazily, his eyes full of confidence.
Just kidding, he hasn't eaten for a whole day for this competition, and he is determined to hold the title of the King of Eating tightly in his hands.
He defeated three thousand disciples of Kongling Temple, so how could he allow himself to be defeated by an eight-year-old child?
The same is true for Qingfeng. He eats four and a half kilograms of rice in one meal, and has been eating this for several years. How could he lose to others in this eating experience?
In his words, if there are ten out of ten foodies in the world, he alone can monopolize nine out of nine.
The battle on the field was extremely brutal.
Li Gao was even giving a detailed explanation in a hoarse voice.
"My fellow countrymen, the fifth round of the Beimang First Eating Competition is being held. Today's competition is to see who can finish eating 30 steamed buns in the shortest time. The winner will be the winner."
"The contestant on my left is Master Shijie from our Kongling Temple. He calls himself the best eater in Kongling Temple. For 18 years, he has eaten all over Kongling Temple without any rivals. He even won first place in the noodle show in the first four games. Master Shijie is in very good shape today. He has already eaten 15 noodles and is currently in the lead. It can be seen that he is very confident of winning the championship of this group stage."
"As for the young general on my right, he is even more amazing. He is Ye Qingfeng from the Ye family in Yecheng. In his self-introduction, he said that although he was born in a scholarly family, he is not at all ambiguous about eating."
"We can see that although Qingfeng is only eight years old, his weight is already more than that of an 18-year-old adult. According to insiders, Qingfeng, who cooks at home every day, starts with 4.5 kilograms of rice. His strength is also very strong. He is currently leading by a score of 3:1."
"But he wasn't in good form today and fell a bit behind... Wait, what did I see? Qingfeng sped up, and he chose to eat two at once? Oh my god, how did he do that with his mouth? He's a veteran player indeed... He's accumulated experience and then he exploded."
The two of them ate more and more, and the crumbs of the steamed buns were scattered all over the floor.
The mouth was stuffed full.
Ye Tingmu couldn't help but feel scared when he saw the two of them like this, especially the little monk, who was so choked that tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.
He couldn't help but shake his head. Why compare something else with Qingfeng in terms of appetite? Isn't this just asking for trouble?
He looked at Qingfeng who was stuffing one steamed bun into his mouth after another, with a dazed look in his eyes.
Qingfeng was not like this when he was a child. His appetite was no different from that of a normal child. Apart from his habit of chewing leaves and nibbling grass roots, there was nothing unusual about him.
Until I was four years old, for some unknown reason, my appetite began to increase dramatically.
As a result, the body size also increases exponentially with the amount of food eaten.
If you grow one inch taller, you should eat one bowl more of rice.
Later on, I needed four and a half pounds of rice for each meal to feel full.
A true fan-showing machine.
Ye Tingmu was really troubled by this.
Logically speaking, as a Xuanzi-brand demon hunter, the money he earned should be enough to support a family of five. He could even feed them well and have some surplus.
But Qingfeng is worth ten ordinary people.
Even if he slayed demons four times a year, he would still be empty-handed at the end of the year.
In my previous life, I often said that you can eat as much as you want, and as long as you work hard, you can even eat yourself into poverty.
But now Qingfeng has used actual actions to tell himself that eating too much can indeed make a person poor.
As time passed, the competition between the two entered a white-hot stage.
There were still three people in front of the little monk, but at this moment he had reached his limit.
Although Qingfeng ate a little slower, he didn't feel any pressure at all, and was even eating faster.
The cheerleaders on both sides shouted even louder at this time.
Each one of them was more excited than the contestants.
As the breeze blew, the last steamed bun went down his stomach.
He was also dragged onto the stool by Li Gao.
"It's over. Our young athlete Qingfeng lived up to everyone's expectations. He completed the challenge in half a quarter of an hour and broke the record."
"I declare that the Great God Qingfeng wins this steamed bun eating competition."
Upon hearing this, the little monk spat out the steamed bun in his mouth, fell backwards onto the ground, and stared at the dome with a look of despair.
He clenched his fists and pounded the ground.
"No...I won't give up."
He, the glutton king of Kongling Temple, a man who made a living by eating and eating his teammates away, now actually lost to a kid.
And it was a complete defeat.
A group of people were having fun and having a great time.
Ye Tingmu also smiled with tears in the corners of his eyes.
I am really impressed by this group of people. Qingfeng and his friends are okay, as they are still young.
Zhou Heisan, Li Gao, Little Monk... and a few others are all 18 years old, but still so childish.
Even though Yue Mingfeng is actually over 50 years old, he is still very interested in such things.
He stared at her with endless enjoyment, not daring to blink, and there was always a faint smile on his usually cold face.
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