When Nangong Wuque first heard the servant's news, he rejected it.
Because he felt that the servant was joking, but when he saw the blazing sun that was floating in mid-air and radiating with all its might, his entire person was shocked!
Sh * t! He seemed to have missed the match. Why was it already so late?
This was somewhat out of his expectations …
According to his original plan, he would have spent a night fusing with the Nine Hell King Flame. Then, he would rush to the central plaza and finish the match.
However, man proposes, God disposes. He had spent so much time fusing with the Nine Hell King Flame.
Nangong Wuque's heart was bleeding. Old Bu was going to throw the match for him. What did he do? He had betrayed Old Bu's painstaking efforts. He didn't go to the match.
"Why didn't you remind me?" Nangong Wuque's heart twitched. He gloomily said to the servant standing respectfully at the side.
The servant was taken aback. He bowed slightly and said, "If you want to remind me … Patriarch, you should have told me earlier. How would I have known to remind you? That's why the next time the Clan Head has something to say, you have to say it earlier. If you don't say it earlier, there will be no trust between us … "
"Don't say anymore. It's all my fault." Nangong Wuque was furious. However, he couldn't refute the servant's words.
He didn't care about breathing fresh air anymore. He was too lazy to enjoy the feeling of the Nine Hell King Flame flowing through his body. He just wanted to rush to the central plaza as soon as possible. Perhaps, he could make it in time for the match.
After leaving the secret room, Nangong Wuque didn't even bother to clean up the dirt on his body. He quickly left the Nangong Family's courtyard and rushed toward the central plaza. His speed was extremely fast.
He felt that he had been tricked by Yang Meiji.
Was that woman purposely here to cause trouble? Was it to prevent him from participating in today's match?
What kind of relationship did Yang Meiji and Old Bu have?
He didn't expect Old Bu to be like this.
Nangong Wuque felt as though he had seen through Old Bu's true colors.
He had lost this match without knowing why.
No … He had lost this match clearly. He didn't lose to Bu Fang. He lost to Yang Meiji.
Who would have thought that Yang Meiji would return the Nine Hell King Flame to him on the last day? That sincere look on her face made it difficult for him to refuse.
The result of being too embarrassed to refuse was that … he missed the time to participate in the competition.
When he rushed to the entrance of the central plaza, he smelled a fragrance drifting over …
His heart sank to the bottom of the valley.
This fragrance … Without a doubt, Old Bu had started cooking. The winner of this round was Old Bu!
Since he did not participate in the competition, as long as Old Bu's dish met the requirements, he would win.
He lost so unjustly!
…
After Bu Fang finished cooking the bear paw, the fragrant bear paw attracted the attention of countless people.
Although this was not the first time they had cooked the bear paw, every time they saw the dish, they would let out countless exclamations of surprise. They had not tasted the bear paw before, but from the way the alchemy grandmasters ate it, they could guess how delicious it was.
Bu Fang wiped off the water stains on his hands and exhaled softly.
His gaze shifted to the distance, where the bronze platform stood alone. Nangong Wuque was still nowhere to be seen.
"This guy … Where did he go?" Bu Fang muttered suspiciously.
All of a sudden, the audience let out a cry of surprise. Many people even laughed and whistled.
The alchemy grandmasters, who were seriously preparing the bear paw, were also attracted by this scene. They did not understand why the audience would have such an intense reaction, so they all looked over.
At the entrance of the central plaza, a figure with a sorry expression walked in.
That person looked as though he was about to cry …
That person was none other than Nangong Wuque.
"This kid still dares to appear?" Grandmaster Xuan Ming glared at Nangong Wuque. With a piece of bear paw meat stuffed in his mouth, he coldly stared at Nangong Wuque.
"Looking at that kid's appearance, it seems like he did not make it to the competition due to some matters …" Grandmaster Gu He said with a smile.
Bu Fang crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked at Nangong Wuque with a playful expression.
When Nangong Wuque met Bu Fang's gaze, he suddenly straightened his back and looked at Bu Fang with a serious expression. "Old Bu, I have done what you asked of me! I have also given you the opportunity that you wanted! You can't let me down! You must enter the top three … Let those alchemists who mocked you see what a true chef is! "
Bu Fang was stunned. Everyone was stunned.
In the next instant, everyone sucked in a breath of cold air.
Was there something fishy? The reason why Nangong Wuque gave up on the competition was still unclear …
Owner Bu's goal was to enter the top three? Wasn't he planning to give up on the competition?
If he entered the top three … Wouldn't he have to fight with Young Master Mu Bai? Although they all supported Bu Fang, if Bu Fang were to fight with Young Master Mu Bai, it would not be a battle of the same level, right?
Even Mao Shi was not someone that Owner Bu could compare to.
When Nangong Wuque said those words, many people sneered.
One of them was Mao Shi.
Mao Shi sat on the spectator's platform and looked at Bu Fang with disdain. He was very clear about Nangong Wuque's character. That kid did not seem like someone who would easily give up on the competition. It was obvious that something had happened.
It was obvious that the chef had won because of some dog shit luck.
This kind of person also wanted to enter the top three … Did he really think that there was no one else in the Magical Hand Conference?
Even if you were daydreaming, you shouldn't do it like this!
Mu Bai, on the other hand, was very gentle. This man had always been gentle. There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, like flowing milk, refreshing the heart.
A chef … Interesting.
"The winner of this round is … Bu Fang!" Grandmaster Xuan Ming glared at Nangong Wuque. As Nangong Wuque's teacher, Grandmaster Xuan Ming could tell that Nangong Wuque was lying with his eyes wide open.
It was definitely because of Nangong Wuque himself. It was not because of his promise to Bu Fang.
Nangong Wuque just wanted to find a way out of this embarrassing situation.
However, Nangong Wuque was too immoral. His words were equivalent to pushing Bu Fang to the other top ten alchemists. He wanted to make Bu Fang suffer the anger of so many alchemists.
Moreover, these alchemists were not ordinary alchemists.
Not to mention Mu Bai, Mao Shi and the others were all ruthless characters.
Mao Shi's alchemy skills were very high. He was much better than Crazy Xiong and Sorceress An Sheng …
However, Bu Fang did not care. After obtaining victory, he clasped his hands behind his back and prepared to leave the stage.
He wanted to return early and open his shop for business. Compared to the competition, he felt that business was more important.
Bu Fang had advanced to the next round. It was hard to say who his next opponent would be. However, the audience guessed that there was a high chance that Bu Fang would meet Mao Shi in the next round.
That was because Mao Shi was the one competing the next day. If both of them advanced to the next round, it would be easy for them to be assigned to the top three.
Of course, it could also be Mu Bai. However, if Bu Fang really met Mu Bai so early, it could only be said that his luck was terrible.
Once he met Mu Bai, Bu Fang would have no hope of winning …
In the hearts of the audience, Elixir King Mu Bai had too much power.
After the competition ended, Bu Fang walked down the stage and walked to Nangong Wuque's side. He clasped his hands behind his back and looked at him indifferently.
"Didn't you say that you wanted me to throw the match? Why didn't you even give me the chance to throw the match … "
"I …" Nangong Wuque felt a little stifled. He really didn't do it on purpose!
It was all because of that woman, Yang Meiji … She came looking for him for no reason and asked him to return the Heaven and Earth Obsidian Flame. How could he have known that fusing with a Heaven and Earth Obsidian Flame would take so much time?
Bu Fang raised his hand and stopped Nangong Wuque from speaking. He glanced at Nangong Wuque and calmly said, "Alright, there's no need to say anything … I've already decided to forfeit the next match, just like you."
Nangong Wuque's face turned red.
"Tsk tsk … You want to forfeit again? Didn't you say that your goal was to get into the top three? How did it become forfeit again? "A mocking voice drifted over from afar.
Mao Shi, who had a look of disdain on his face, appeared beside the two of them. He sneered as he looked at the two of them.
"What does it have to do with you? How could you believe Old Bu's casual words? Did your IQ get eaten by a dog? "Nangong Wuque looked at Mao Shi as though he was looking at an idiot.
Mao Shi froze, and the corners of his mouth curled up in disdain.
"I don't talk to cowards who forfeit. I can tell you directly, chef, that your next opponent will be me!" Mao Shi's gaze landed on Bu Fang's body, and it was incomparably cold.
Nangong Wuque was infuriated. Coward? Who was a coward?
He had accidentally cultivated too much. What did that have to do with being a coward?
"If you say one more word, be careful that I, Nangong Wuque, don't get angry with you!" Nangong Wuque's nostrils flared, and he breathed out hot air. His eyes were wide open, and they were bloodshot.
Mao Shi shook his head in disdain. He was too lazy to bother with Nangong Wuque. He looked at Bu Fang, waiting for Bu Fang's reaction.
"Oh … Alright, then I will give you some good fortune."
Bu Fang was stunned for a moment before he said seriously.
Mao Shi was stunned. "Who needs your good fortune? I can easily defeat you, so why would I need you to give it to me? Don't make it sound so dignified! Just wait for your defeat! I will return the humiliation you brought upon An Sheng to you! I will let you know what it means to be defeated! A chef should obediently stay in the kitchen and cook! Don't come out and embarrass yourself! "
"Are you trying to help Big Boobs An get back at her? Who are you to Big Boobs An? Do you have the qualifications to help Big Boobs An? "Nangong Wuque really couldn't stand Mao Shi's arrogant face, and he continuously asked.
"Shut up! Don't use such vulgar words to address An Sheng! "Mao Shi was instantly infuriated, and his gaze was like a poisonous snake as he stared at Nangong Wuque.
Oh ho! You want me to shut up?
Nangong Wuque was feeling very stifled, and after being provoked by Mao Shi, his entire body was also infuriated. He was in a bad mood, and he emitted an oppressive aura.
"I already said that a chef is a chef. A chef who can't even enter the hall of elegance should obediently stay in the kitchen and cook your dishes! In the next round … I will let you know what it means to be in despair! An alchemist is not someone a chef can compare to! "Mao Shi said coldly.
Nangong Wuque secretly snorted, and he was about to make a move. However, he was stopped by Bu Fang's shoulder.
From afar, You slowly floated over, and she stood behind Bu Fang.
You's gaze was deep and cold, and she glanced at Mao Shi before retracting it. Her gaze was as though she was looking at an insignificant ant, and she didn't seem to care about him at all.
A chef can't enter the hall of elegance? Who gave you the confidence to say such a thing?
Bu Fang's face slightly darkened. He expressionlessly looked at Mao Shi and calmly said.
He calmly said, "My next opponent is you? Fine … If your furnace doesn't explode in the next round, consider it my loss. "
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