Chapter 232: Feast? What kind of feast?
Lin Du closed his eyes and entered into a state of meditation, but Feng Yi was thinking, "I thought before that the Tongtian Sect was just lucky, but now it seems that may not be the case."
The team competition tests the cooperation ability of the entire sect team. This time, the team battle of the Supreme Sect was a bit unconventional, trapping many strong men who took the initiative to attack. In addition, the evil demon formation appeared at the end, and the game was a mess. The cooking sect counterattacked in the final team battle and took the 19th place.
But the individual competition is not that simple, it really depends on individual combat power.
Tongtian Sect does not belong to the three sects, six schools and ten schools. It is at the bottom of the list among the small sects. Although the name is very impressive, the sect is full of chefs and does not even have a proper mountain gate. It makes money by hosting buffets. It is said that in recent years, a foreign army has emerged, bought a small mountain and had a territory, but no one cared. It was not
until the Zhongzhou Competition that it gained some fame.
In today's battle, everyone discovered that this small sect suddenly gave birth to a genius.
The eighty-year-old Tengyunjing Dayuanman is considered a genius even in the Supreme Sect.
When Lin Du heard these discussions, he suddenly opened his eyes, "Buffet? What buffet?"
Feng Yi:... She knew that this kid was pretending to meditate just to avoid questioning!
Behind him, a row of shivering children holding hot water bottles looked at him with burning eyes, "Eat a feast! What feast?"
He Gui smiled. Young people are full of energy.
Then Tongtian Sect suddenly found that Wushang Sect looked at them with very strange eyes, as if they wanted to eat them alive.
The headmaster tugged at the sleeve of his eldest disciple, "Are we too conspicuous? We could have made a fortune in silence and just shown our heads. But you insisted on entering that Forbidden City Cave Heaven and attracted the attention of the First Sect. Now, we have no chance of coming back alive. You are my only child..."
"Old man, that's enough," Sheng Yan took a radish handed to him by his junior brother and chewed it with a crunching sound. "Don't you think that look is familiar?"
The old man looked at Sheng Yan puzzledly, "What look?"
"Mommy is hungry for food."
The headmaster:...
"Now that you put it, it seems to make some sense." The headmaster stared at them for a while, and the more he looked, the more he felt that the eyes of those children were not filled with hostility, but eager desire.
Shengyan tilted her head and ate the radish and smiled. After she finished laughing, she lowered her eyes and threw a handful of yarrow. She fiddled with one hand for a long time, and her narrow eyes narrowed slightly. This hexagram...
She finished eating the radish in two or three bites, stood up and moved her body. The leather armor hanging on her waist revealed two black wooden handles as she moved.
"I heard that the spirit bones of the eldest disciple of the Supreme Sect are gone, so Lin Du is the youngest to compete for the first prize. Hey Shengyan, do you have a way to make medicinal food to treat it?" A person squatted beside him and ate steamed buns with a smile.
"The bones can be restored, but the spirit bones can't be restored." Shengyan didn't know what he thought of. He laughed and lowered his eyes. His foxy appearance became more obvious, and the corners of his lips and eyes were all curled up, thin and sharp.
"Hey, Shengyan, can you really get first place this time?" The head of the sect asked again, "I think that Lin Du is younger."
Shengyan turned around and glanced at the fat old man, "Do you think it's really that easy to deal with the first in talent recognized by the heaven?"
"It's enough to get into the top three." She smiled, "I don't ask for much."
Since ancient times, the only thing that can be remembered is the first in the world. How many people can really remember the second and third in the world.
"But Shengyan, you have defeated many top masters from big sects, maybe you can really be the first?" A yellow and thin boy said.
Upon hearing this, Shengyan lowered her eyes, curled her lips, smiled sarcastically, and whispered, "The best in the world..."
She looked at the white-haired monk sitting in the middle. Her pale blue robe was as indifferent as the mountains and rivers in the scroll, and the white veil covered her face. Because of her excellent bone structure, there was a gap. At this moment, she seemed to have sensed something and turned to her.
It was definitely a rare cold and magnificent scene in the world. No wonder Lin Du was listed in the Zhongzhou Beauty Record.
The war drum sounded, and the two jumped onto the stage at the same time.
"Tongtian Sect Shengyan invites you to fight."
Lin Du raised his hand to salute, and then looked at the female monk opposite, who was almost as thin as himself, and a long-handled spatula appeared in her hand, with suspicious traces of smoke and fire on it.
Lin Du: ...Oh, Chef Xiu~
Just now this guy also used such a spatula to defeat a bunch of Tian Jiao.
The two people attacked at the same time, and the Fu Sheng Fan hit the smoky spatula, and a cloud of water vapor rose from it.
Lin Du's eyes condensed.
Dark fire?
If Xia Tianwu could learn from this guy, he would probably be able to use the strange fire better.
Sheng Yan was also surprised. The pure power of ice and snow?
No wonder it can freeze people by leaping a small realm.
But there was a clanging sound, the iron fan and the spatula collided frequently, and two figures, one blue and one red, were like snow and falling leaves, so fast that it was dazzling.
A member of the Tongtian Sect clapped his hands and followed the crowd's shouts, "Our senior sister is flickering like the fire in our stove!"
The fat old man pulled the useless disciple down, "Can you speak!"
It's ridiculous! No wonder Lin Du said he wanted to read more books!
Lin Du felt a little tricky. This person's fire was hard to defend against. She was completely different from the people of the Chixiao Sword Sect. Her fire was extremely restrained, and she often used dark fire in battle. That is, if Lin Du wanted to freeze the materials for the formation, she might be destroyed by the dark fire that didn't attract attention if she was not careful.
She could only keep her consciousness outward at all times. Her consciousness sensed the energy body, not just the simple object, so she could see the direction of the dark fire clearly.
Now, within the range of her consciousness, like a fire meteor, there are dark fires everywhere, suppressing her ice and snow power.
Lin Du inexplicably thought of the stars lighting up her entire consciousness.
This person can actually control the fire so well, should we say that he is worthy of being a chef?
The lower plate of the feast is extremely stable. Lin Du couldn't find her weakness for a while. After hesitating for a moment, the floating life fan swung out her unique floating life.
Endless snowflakes fluttered on the stage, but in a moment, the entire stage was covered with frost, and the dotted dark fires died down within the realm of floating life.
Not only the feast on the stage, but also the people in the seats and the podium quietly used their spiritual power to protect their bodies.
Only the disciples of Tongtian Sect blurted out, "It's really fucking cold, Ergou, where's my mink! Take my mink out."
The fat old man's face twitched, and he was completely embarrassed today.
Shengyan was not in a hurry, and took out a big iron pot with his other hand. The shovel was shaken in the pot, and the bright flames shot out a foot high. The snowflakes in the air were instantly burned into nothingness by the fireworks of the world.
Lin Du was slightly startled, her face was burned, and she sighed, fortunately there was enough time.
Shengyan was quick to sense something was wrong, and she felt that something was wrong with her feet. She clearly felt that a fire had been ignited under her feet when Lin Du swung his fan, so she kept her lower plate steady and did not freeze or slip.
The next moment, the blue-robed monk teleported to one side, and without putting out the fire, he swung his fan and hit the big iron pot upwards, making a clanging sound.
The iron pot trembled slightly, raised a little bit, and swayed slightly with the fire, and then fell steadily into the hands of the man.
Lin Du hissed, this man's hand was so steady, she couldn't even lift the pot.
Fortunately, it was just a fake move. At the moment when she lifted the pot, her other hand had already thrown out the last few stones that were restricted by the feast. Her consciousness and spiritual power burst out at the same time, and the array pattern took shape in an instant.
At this time, the huge iron pot burst out a burst of energy, like an old master padding the pot, and the spiritual power hit Lin Du with the power of a tiger claw digging out the heart.
Lin Du cursed, propped up the ground with one hand, and stood upside down, pouring the last bit of spiritual power into the array pattern, and then used his palm to jump up.
The blue robe formed a frost flower in the air. Lin Du brushed past the flame spiritual attack. The gauze in front of him was burned to the point of being in danger. Finally, it collapsed, and the black corner of the curled up crossed his face and finally fell to the ground.
Lin Du landed steadily, closed his eyes and tilted his head, feeling the formation of the formation, and breathed a sigh of relief.
The flame of the iron pot was extinguished in an instant. A person from the Lianheng faction blurted out, "Four Seasons Four Phases Formation? That's... the Winter Phase!" The howling
north wind and the cold frost and snow made the people in the formation unable to open their eyes. They felt that they were in a winter hell.
Shengyan was blown so hard that he couldn't open his eyes and couldn't help but sigh.
In the short time she was taking out the pot and padding the pot, she could not care about the things thrown by Lin Du. She thought that the things with different zodiac signs thrown by Lin Du did not seem to constitute a formation at all, so she beat him first and then wanted to pick up the formation stones. Unexpectedly, she forgot the dark fire under her feet.
From the extreme to the extreme cold, extreme is born from extreme.
She was in the formation of summer and personally injected the last formed fire aura into the four-phase formation.
After entering the formation for only a quarter of an hour, she would not be able to withstand such severe cold, and the spiritual power used for defense would be consumed rapidly. Once the spiritual power was exhausted, she would lose and must break the formation.
Shengyan put away the iron pot and spatula, sighed softly, and reached for the two black wooden handles on his waist.
The two knives were unsheathed.
In addition to the heat, cooking also requires practicing knife skills.
It's not beyond the standard.
The next moment, someone on the stand stood up and blurted out, "Is that... Candle Dragon Knife Skill?"
Lin Du: Huh? What? Dragon slaying?