Are you ready?
You're going to cook, aren't you?
When the surrounding people heard Bu Fang's words, they were speechless.
With this set of equipment, it didn't look like he was going to participate in the Magical Hand Conference … Wasn't he going to participate in a cooking competition?
Perhaps it was because it was the preliminary round, but there were very few people around the arena. After all, it was only the preliminary round, so there weren't many people watching. Most people were looking forward to the semifinals and the finals.
At that time, only the truly talented alchemists would remain on the arena.
That kind of battle was truly exciting and thrilling.
The judges in charge of the Magical Hand Conference were all members of the Pill Tower, and every one of them was a high level alchemist.
The judge couldn't bear to watch Bu Fang's behavior.
He walked in front of Bu Fang and looked at the bronze platform with a pout. He was speechless as he said, "Contestant, are you here to make a joke?
The Magical Hand Conference is a very serious competition of the Pill Palace. If you are here to make a joke, please leave! "
Bu Fang furrowed his brows and looked at the judge. "Why do you think that I'm here to make a joke?"
The surrounding people looked at Bu Fang with ridicule. He had even taken out a kitchen knife and a black wok. How could he say that he wasn't here to make a joke?
"Didn't you say that all people with special abilities can participate? As long as their dishes meet your requirements, it's fine. Doctors, poison masters, and alchemists can all participate. Why can't chefs participate? "Bu Fang asked seriously.
The judge's face darkened.
He took a deep breath and was at a loss for words. He really couldn't answer Bu Fang's question. There was no rule that said chefs couldn't participate in the conference, but it was a convention. Everyone knew that it was meaningless for chefs to participate in the conference.
Could it be that the dishes made by chefs could achieve the effects of medicinal powder?
Even if they were effective, could they be better than spirit elixirs?
"Fine … Then you can continue to stay here. I want to see what you can come up with. If you are here to make a joke, I will personally throw you off the stage. "
The referee was a little angry and said coldly.
Bu Fang rolled his eyes, too lazy to bother with this guy.
Bu Fang took down the plaque on the bronze platform and placed it in front of the bronze platform. Then, he calmly prepared to start the match.
The surrounding people also retracted their gazes.
There were fifty contestants on the eighth ring, and about one-third of them were Alchemists, while the rest were people with special abilities.
"The requirements for the preliminary round are actually very simple. Within the time limit of two hours, the alchemists need to concoct a ninth grade pill, while the poison masters and doctors need to concoct a medicinal powder or medicinal liquid equivalent to a ninth grade pill …" The referee stood in the middle of the arena and announced loudly.
After he finished speaking, his gaze landed on Bu Fang. He furrowed his brows and continued, "I hope that everyone can treat this ceremony seriously. This is a test of your abilities over the years. It's a chance for you to stand out. Don't be like a certain someone, trying to please the crowd!"
Everyone knew who the referee was talking about, and they all sneered.
Even a chef came to participate in the Magical Hand Conference. It was quite funny.
The alchemy trend in Heavenly Pill City and Heavenly Shine City was even more popular, and the Fasting Pill was developed in many different forms. In those two cities, restaurants were basically extinct, unlike Heavenly Mist City, where the Cloud Mist Restaurant still existed.
Thus, they naturally looked down on chefs.
Bu Fang was very calm. He was very confident in his own abilities, so he remained indifferent.
The sneers from the crowd didn't affect him at all.
The referee said a lot, and in the end, he gave the order, and the entire plaza began to compete.
In an instant, the atmosphere in the plaza changed.
Bang!
Waves of heat surged, and in the center of Heavenly Mist City, flames of various colors soared into the sky.
These were the alchemy flames of alchemists, and their temperature was extremely high.
Playing with fire was actually a skill that every alchemist had. Some alchemists practiced this skill, so it was very cool.
On Bu Fang's stage, many alchemists possessed alchemy flames. Flames of various colors floated above their palms, and as the flames burned fiercely, the air around them emitted crackling sounds.
Some of the alchemists flicked their fingers, and flames that resembled fairies danced on their fingers. It was extremely cool.
Doctors and poison masters naturally didn't have the ability to control fire, and they all looked at the alchemists with envy.
Their pill furnaces relied on ordinary flames, so they could only use their hands to ignite the flames. This made their pill furnaces quite inferior.
In fact, flames were also the main reason why there was a gap between alchemists and doctors.
The alchemists who were playing with fire felt extremely proud when they felt the envy of the doctors. They waved their hands, and their alchemy flames surged into their pill furnaces, causing the temperature of the stage to rise.
These alchemists sneered at the doctors and poison masters. They had a natural sense of superiority when facing these people.
The doctors and poison masters felt extremely sullen, and they turned their heads away in resentment.
All of a sudden, they remembered that there was still someone at the bottom of the list. It was the kid who came to participate in the conference with his signboard.
Their flames couldn't defeat the alchemists, but they couldn't defeat a chef who came to make fun of them.
They turned their heads to look at Bu Fang's position.
Boom!
A ball of golden flames almost blinded their eyes.
Bu Fang opened his mouth, and a ball of golden flames shot out.
Once this ball of flames appeared, it was as resplendent as the sun, and the light it emitted was extremely dazzling.
There seemed to be invisible beast roars echoing within the flames. Spirit beasts galloped, ferocious beasts roared, and sea beasts roared. All sorts of sounds bloomed within the flames.
Buzz …
The hearts of all the people on the eighth stage trembled.
The expressions of the Alchemists changed drastically.
This kind of flame fluctuation!
Everyone turned their heads to look, and they all saw the golden flames that Bu Fang had spat out.
That flame was like the king of flames, and it caused the alchemy flames in their dantian to become restless.
It was a kind of restlessness that wanted to worship it.
"Heaven and Earth Obsidian Flame?!"
All the alchemists sucked in a breath of cold air. That funny kid actually spat out a Heaven and Earth Obsidian Flame?!
The doctors and poison masters were at a loss. Their flames were ordinary flames, and they didn't have any spirituality. Therefore, they couldn't sense the evil intentions of the Ten Thousand Bestial Flame.
They only felt that the flame was extremely powerful, but they didn't know how powerful it was.
The judge's mouth was slightly agape. A Heaven and Earth Obsidian Flame … This kid actually had a Heaven and Earth Obsidian Flame?
"It shouldn't be … Aren't only alchemists able to subdue a Heaven and Earth Obsidian Flame? Could it be that this kid … "
The judge narrowed his eyes. Could it be that Bu Fang was lying to him? This kid was actually a talented alchemist?
That's right! That must be it!
However, Bu Fang's next action tore the conjecture in his heart into pieces.
Bu Fang took out a clay pot from the system dimensional bag, and he placed it on the bronze platform.
Aside from the clay pot, he also took out many dishes.
These were really dishes … They weren't famous spirit herbs.
The judge stood in front of Bu Fang's bronze platform, and a trace of pity appeared on his face.
What Bu Fang did next made him feel even more bitter. Not only him, but every alchemist in the arena also felt bitter.
That was because Bu Fang actually guided the Heaven and Earth Obsidian Flame under the black wok, and he used it to cook it …
"This kid actually used a Heaven and Earth Obsidian Flame to cook?! He's wasting the Heaven and Earth Obsidian Flame like this! Why didn't he get killed by the lightning?! "The judge roared in his heart.
Sizzle! Sizzle!
Sizzle! Bu Fang poured some oil into the wok, and the Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife appeared in his hand. He spun the knife and cut the ingredients.
The ingredients that were cut fell into the wok, and Bu Fang stir-fried them, emitting a fragrant aroma.
Everyone in the arena was speechless.
Even the spectators below the arena didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
He was really cooking!
There was actually someone cooking in the arena of the Magical Hand Conference. There were really all kinds of weirdos in a big forest.
The judge stood in front of Bu Fang, and he stared at Bu Fang.
Cooking with a Heaven and Earth Obsidian Flame … He wanted to see what this prodigal kid could cook up!
"Aren't you going to step back a little?"
Bu Fang grabbed the clay pot, and when he was about to open the lid, he suddenly felt the judge's fierce gaze, and he asked curiously.
Ah?
What did he mean? Why should I step back a little?
"Don't even think about playing any tricks … I will keep my eyes on you!" The judge sneered.
Keep your eyes on me …
The corners of Bu Fang's mouth twitched. Fine, as long as you're happy.
I just hope that you won't cry later.
Bu Fang looked at the judge as if he was looking at an idiot. True energy gushed out from his hand, and he raised his palm, patting the clay pot.
Buzz …
There was a buzzing sound, and the judge's eyes lit up. He clasped his hands behind his back, and he stood in front of Bu Fang's bronze platform. He stared at the clay pot in Bu Fang's hand.
Could it be that the thing inside the clay pot was this guy's trump card?
The judge's neck stretched out, and he suddenly became curious.
There was a loud bang.
The lid soared into the sky.
The judge's neck stiffened, and the curiosity on his face disappeared like water.
An odor wafted out of the clay pot, and it instantly drilled into his nose.
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