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The audience below the stage was speechless. Every time this chef finished cooking, he would advertise his Cloud Mist Restaurant.
At this moment, everyone was somewhat suspicious. Did this guy participate in the Magical Hand Conference just to advertise himself?
You was eating happily, and her mouth was covered in grease. The fact that a beauty like her was eating without restraint caused the audience below to exclaim in surprise.
It was a feast for the eyes and a feast for the eyes.
When the chief judge came back to his senses, his eyes widened and he glared at You with a face full of displeasure.
"Why is this woman on the stage? We are in the middle of a competition! How can an outsider like her come here? "
The chief judge coldly said. He smacked his lips and looked at You, who was eating crab meat in big mouthfuls. His heart ached for her.
When the guards below the stage heard the chief judge's angry roar, they immediately rushed up and surrounded You.
The chief judge was furious. He had only eaten a mouthful of the delicious steamed crab, but this woman had already snatched it away. He had never seen such a shameless woman before.
Suddenly, the chief judge saw a crab shell beside the plate. The shell was red, and it was filled with crab meat. It was emitting a fragrant aroma.
He picked up the crab shell and used his chopsticks to scoop out the crab meat.
"She is a waiter from the Cloud Mist Restaurant …" Bu Fang explained.
Even though he had a headache over the appearance of this woman, he still had to explain what needed to be explained.
He wasn't afraid of what these people would do to You. Instead, he was worried about what You would do to these people.
You were the Netherworld Woman. He didn't know how strong she was, but he knew that she was definitely powerful.
The reason he participated in the Magical Hand Conference was to advertise his Cloud Mist Restaurant, not to cause trouble.
His goal was simple.
If the alchemists knew what Bu Fang was thinking, they would want to drown him with their saliva. Ever since he started participating in the Magical Hand Conference, he had caused a lot of trouble.
His goal was simple …
He was definitely the most scheming chef in history!
"Eh … Chief judge, what do you think?"
When the guard heard Bu Fang's words, he was in a difficult position. He looked at the chief judge awkwardly.
However, at this moment, the chief judge was eating happily. The corner of his mouth was stained with orange-yellow crab paste. He looked like a glutton, which made the guards speechless.
Forget it … let's disperse.
The guard's face was filled with despair. Smelling the fragrance at such a close distance, he almost couldn't control himself.
What the hell … Is this chief judge here to joke around?
Hence, under the speechless gazes of the audience, the guards who had rushed to the ring with great momentum dispersed one after another.
The chief judge licked the shell of the crab. The delicious taste was still lingering in his mind.
"It's really delicious …"
The head judge sighed in admiration. This was the first time he had eaten such a delicious dish. That feeling was simply indescribable.
The Fasting Pill was nothing compared to the dishes.
Comparing the two, the Fasting Pill tasted as bad as shit.
The chief judge raised his head. His heart ached because You had already finished eating the crab. She was holding onto a large pincer and was gnawing on it.
This woman's eating manner was extremely terrifying. She bit down on the crab shell and swallowed it without spitting it out.
Was her stomach made of iron?
"Chief judge, did I advance to the next round?" Bu Fang looked at the chief judge who was staring at You with deep hatred.
You bit down on the large pincer and broke it. This caused everyone's heart to turn cold.
The chief judge swallowed his saliva and looked at Bu Fang. He nodded his head and said, "You passed, you passed …"
"There will be a third round of elimination later. As long as you pass this round, you will be able to advance to the semi-finals …"
"There's still another round of elimination?" Bu Fang furrowed his brows. However, he quickly relaxed his brows. Wasn't it just an elimination round? At most, he would just have to eat another steamed crab.
After nodding his head, Bu Fang packed up the items on the bronze platform. He carried his signboard and slowly walked out of the arena.
You bit down on another crab's pincer and broke it. Her slender legs strode forward and she followed behind Bu Fang.
…
"The fifth arena exploded again!"
"Chef massacred the alchemists who competed with him. Only the alchemists from Heavenly Pill City and Heavenly Shine City advanced to the next round!"
"The public enemy of the alchemists has shown his might again! He has suppressed everyone and is about to enter the final elimination round! "
The audience went crazy. After a long while, the news spread like wildfire.
This caused the entire central plaza to boil.
Duan Yun packed up his alchemy furnace. He had successfully advanced to the final round. He was a little happy because he was one step closer to his goal.
As soon as he stepped out of the arena, the news swept through the plaza like a storm. He was startled.
Did that chef show his might again?
Senior Brother Zhang advanced to the next round? That fearsome chef … He really gave off a familiar feeling.
Duan Yun muttered to himself. He had met such a fearsome and ferocious chef before. That chef was the Owner Bu of the Southern Region.
Now, another one had appeared in the Heavenly Mist City's Magical Hand Conference.
He felt that these two chefs must have come from the same source.
Could it be that there was a mysterious power hidden in the Hidden Dragon Continent? That power was formed by chefs?
A chef who was comparable to an alchemist … It was simply unimaginable.
When they returned to Heavenly Pill City's warship, the atmosphere inside the warship became extremely solemn.
Senior Brother Zhang sat at the side with a solemn expression and sighed continuously.
"Senior Brother Zhang, did you advance to the next round?" Duan Yun hurriedly asked.
"I did advance … but my heart just can't calm down. That chef gave me too much of an impact," he said.
Senior Brother Zhang said in a daze.
Strictly speaking, he had lost. He had lost to a chef. This was something that the arrogant Senior Brother Zhang found hard to accept.
"I really don't know what kind of dish he will serve in the last elimination round tomorrow. You didn't see the scene of everyone exploding their furnaces in the arena today. My little heart is about to jump out of my chest. "
Senior Brother Zhang said with a lingering fear.
In the distance, Senior Brother Liu leaned against the deck of the warship. He was still in a daze.
Duan Yun narrowed his eyes. He suddenly felt that this year's Magical Hand Conference would be different. Perhaps it was because of the chef's appearance.
…
The Heavenly Pill City's warship wasn't the only one discussing Bu Fang's matter. Almost all of the Pill City's powers were discussing it.
A chef had used an unreasonable method to explode furnaces along the way. He had barged into their field of vision.
This was a provocation to all of their alchemists.
To the arrogant alchemists, this was something that they would never allow to happen.
Thus, almost all of the alchemists became united against a common enemy. They wanted to destroy this chef!
When Nangong Wuque and Nangong Wan heard the news, they were so shocked that they couldn't close their mouths.
Damn it … Owner Bu was really awesome.
They thought that he was going to be eliminated. They didn't expect that he would actually enter the third elimination round.
Was he really going to make a comeback and enter the top 100?
Nangong Wan was already eliminated. However, she didn't care about it. She knew her own level.
Nangong Wuque successfully entered the third elimination round. Although he didn't have his Heaven and Earth Obsidian Flame, which affected his alchemy skills, he was still Nangong Wuque. It was easy for him to pass the elimination round.
When Yang Meiji found out that a chef had entered the third round of elimination, she was stunned for a while. Suddenly, she thought that chef couldn't be Bu Fang, could he?
There was only one chef in the entire Heavenly Mist City. Besides Bu Fang, who else could it be?
Was he trying to defy the heavens? He had actually entered the third elimination round.
When Yang Meiji thought of this question, she hurriedly returned to the Cloud Mist Restaurant. She wanted to look for Bu Fang and ask him about it.
However, before she could step out of the Pill Tower, her teacher, Master Xuan Bei, glared at her. She could only obediently continue to prepare the elixirs for the third elimination round.
…
By the time Bu Fang returned to the store, the sky had already darkened.
Two bright moons hung high in the sky, sprinkling down their cold radiance, covering the entire land with a layer of fine gauze.
When Bu Fang closed the store's bronze gate, he was startled. He looked into the distance with a puzzled expression.
There seemed to be a silhouette flashing by.
The corners of Bu Fang's mouth curled up. He was too lazy to think too much about it. With a bang, he closed the gate and returned to the kitchen.
Misha slowly appeared from the darkness. He stared at the store with a grave expression and took a deep breath.
With that woman there, they didn't have any chance of snatching the Shura Tower.
Could it be that they couldn't take back the Ancient Shura City's holy artifact?
It wasn't a good idea to continue like this. It was better to report to Lord Tong He and ask him to contact the Ancient Shura City to send a true expert over.
Otherwise, they could only look on helplessly.
With this thought in mind, Misha's figure disappeared into the darkness.
…
After Bu Fang returned to the store, he went to the kitchen and cooked a bowl of Sweet 'n' Sour Dragon Ribs for Lord Gou. He didn't cook any Dragon Blood Rice for You.
That woman actually ran to the stage to snatch food. She ate the competition's masterpiece. Now, she still wanted to eat Dragon Blood Rice?
If this continued, she would become as fat as Blacky.
Thus, no matter how much the Netherworld woman glared at him, Bu Fang didn't cook any Dragon Blood Rice.
Lord Gou was lying on the dining table. He looked at You, whose face had darkened, and laughed.
You expressionlessly glanced at Lord Gou. She squinted her eyes when she saw the fat on Lord Gou's face.
"You little doll! Don't snatch Lord Gou's Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs! Woof! "
Bu Fang was practicing the Overlord Thirteen Blades in the kitchen when he suddenly heard Lord Gou's angry bark.
After turning his head to look outside, Bu Fang continued practicing his knife skills.
While practicing his knife skills, he was also thinking about the dish he would prepare for tomorrow's competition.
Tomorrow was the third elimination round. This competition was extremely important and there would be many people watching it. Thus, Bu Fang felt that he had to make a dish that would shock everyone.
What kind of dish would shock everyone?
This was a serious question.
Bu Fang was in a daze as he held the Golden Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife.
"I've already tried the fragrant and stinky ones. Tomorrow, I will try the spicy one."
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