The clamor outside the noodle house made many people turn their heads to look.
Such a grand scene attracted many people's attention. In the Valley of Gluttony, there were not many people who could make such a grand scene.
The crowd looked over and saw a figure wearing a long golden robe walking in from outside.
This person was tall and sturdy, wearing a pair of dragon leather boots, a golden crown, and a golden robe. He looked noble and magnificent.
Just looking at him, the crowd felt their eyes burning. From that person's body, there seemed to be a terrifying aura. Vaguely, the crowd felt that their minds were a little dazed. Hiss!
Hiss! Hiss!
Everyone took in a breath of cold air.
"That's the Heavenly Spring's Saint Son! The top existence among the younger generation of the Heavenly Spring Holy Land. Has he come out of seclusion? He actually showed up at this Glutton God's Banquet! "
"The Heavenly Spring Holy Land's Saint Son! I heard that he has already condensed five steps of his soul ladder and is preparing to condense the sixth step … "
"Finally, I see a living Saint Son! He looks really scary! "
…
The diners in the restaurant felt a wave of fear when they looked at the Heavenly Spring's Saint Son.
The pressure from this person was too heavy.
As soon as he entered the noodle house, the Heavenly Spring's Saint Son's eyes turned and fell on Xiao Yue, who was sitting in his seat. His eyes were extremely sharp, like a long sword that could tear the sky.
Xiao Yue frowned, his face solemn.
He also turned his head to look at the Heavenly Spring's Saint Son. The aura between the two seemed to be competing with each other.
However, Xiao Yue's aura was much weaker than the Heavenly Spring's Saint Son's. It was like the gap between a bright moon and a firefly.
However, this was normal.
After all, the Heavenly Spring's Saint Son was a Divine Soul Realm expert who had condensed five steps of his soul ladder. He was the Saint Son of the Great Sage of the Hidden Dragon Royal Court. Naturally, he was extraordinary.
Although Xiao Yue was also an outstanding figure among the younger generation, his cultivation base was just a Divine Soul Realm expert who had just condensed a soul ladder. Compared to the Heavenly Spring's Saint Son, he was naturally much weaker.
However, the crowd did not doubt that Xiao Yue absolutely had the chance to grow into a terrifying existence like the Heavenly Spring's Saint Son!
Buzz …
The Heavenly Spring's Saint Son stood there quietly. His aura kept rising, like a huge mountain slowly pressing down on Xiao Yue.
Xiao Yue's face was as solemn as water. The crystal sword on his back began to vibrate rapidly. The surging sword will diffused from Xiao Yue's body, resisting the pressure of the Heavenly Spring's Saint Son.
Everybody held their breaths, watching the scene as if the Heavenly Spring's Saint Son was bullying the young geniuses of the Heaven's Pivot Holy Land.
All of a sudden, the Heavenly Spring's Saint Son raised his hand. His slender palm clenched as he pointed a finger.
Xiao Yue's pupils constricted, and his body trembled.
The long sword on his back whizzed up, emitting a sword cry and a dazzling sword light. The entire noodle house was filled with raging sword energy.
Ding!
A finger pressed against a sword.
The two of them collided in the air, and the Sword Qi directly collapsed and shattered under this finger.
Xiao Yue's long sword floated in front of him, constantly trembling and incessantly humming.
The Heavenly Spring's Saint Son clasped his hands, his eyes arrogant.
Everybody felt a chill in their hearts. Was the Heavenly Spring's Saint Son really going to kill the geniuses of the Heaven's Pivot Holy Land in the Noodle King Restaurant?!
This might really incite a war between the Heaven's Pivot Holy Land and the Heaven's Pivot Holy Land.
Everybody said that the Heavenly Spring's Saint Son was overbearing. Now that they saw it, he was indeed overbearing.
Xiao Yue's heart shuddered. Of course, he wouldn't just sit and wait for his death, so he had to fight back.
The Heavenly Spring's Saint Son's attack was beyond his expectations.
Or … the Heavenly Spring's Saint Son might have been invited by someone.
As for who invited the Heavenly Spring's Saint Son … Xiao Yue knew.
Holding the hilt of his sword, Xiao Yue's hair suddenly fluttered, and his eyes became extremely sharp.
"Hmm? Still want to resist? "The Heavenly Spring's Saint Son squinted his eyes.
His fingers turned into a palm, and he slapped at Xiao Yue.
The long sword seemed to be bent by the pressure.
…
In the kitchen.
Ouyang Chenfeng smiled as he brought Bu Fang into the kitchen.
This kitchen was extremely spacious, and it was bustling with people. All kinds of flames shot up to the sky, and all kinds of fragrances assailed one's nostrils.
In front of rows of stoves, there were many chefs in chef's robes, cooking in full swing. Bu Fang even saw a second-grade chef among them.
Aside from the stoves, there was also a place in the kitchen for making noodles. Flour was flying in the air, and the sound of slapping could be heard continuously.
As soon as the two of them entered the kitchen.
The chefs respectfully greeted Ouyang Chenfeng.
Ouyang Chenfeng smiled and nodded in return, and said a few words of encouragement. He didn't have the arrogance of a first-grade chef at all.
His calmness slightly surprised Bu Fang.
"Little friend, come over here," Ouyang Chenfeng said with a smile.
The chefs who were cooking around him were all stunned.
What? Was Chef Ouyang going to bring this kid into the kitchen? That was Chef Ouyang's own kitchen!
Usually, no one had the chance to enter. Unless Ouyang Chenfeng wanted to teach cooking skills, only his apprentices could enter. Otherwise, no one would have the chance to enter.
Now, he actually brought a strange young man into the kitchen.
Could it be that this young man was Chef Ouyang's new apprentice?
But … from the looks of it, he wasn't!
However, someone who knew what Bu Fang had said in the noodle house. Many chefs were stunned, and in the next moment, their eyes widened.
"What? That little chef actually said he wanted to teach Chef Ouyang how to cook noodles? "
"That guy is too arrogant! Chef Ouyang is a first-grade chef. Where did that kid get the confidence and courage to say something like that? "
"Let's go! Sneak over to see. This little chef is stirring up trouble! "
…
Many chef apprentices were whispering to each other, and their faces were filled with righteous indignation.
The second-grade chef played with the glass kitchen knife in his hand, his brows furrowed, and his eyes were cold.
His respect for Chef Ouyang made him not allow others to insult him like that.
That's right, he felt that Bu Fang was insulting him!
Thus, a group of people gathered in front of Chef Ouyang's kitchen, poking their heads out, looking into the kitchen.
Bu Fang came to Ouyang Chenfeng's kitchen.
This kitchen was separated, and all the equipment in this kitchen was much better than the kitchen in front. The most important thing was the exquisite kitchen knife in the middle of the kitchen.
That kitchen knife was really exquisite, not like the unique kitchen knife that was incomparably domineering. Instead, it was like a pretty daughter from a humble family, and its blade was almost transparent.
"This is my exclusive kitchen knife. When I became a first-grade chef, I asked the elders in the valley to forge a kitchen knife for me. It's called the Cicada Wing Knife."
Speaking of this kitchen knife, Ouyang Chenfeng was incomparably proud.
Seemingly interested, Ouyang Chenfeng hooked his hand, and the kitchen knife fell into his hand. His fingers moved slightly, and the kitchen knife spun in his hand as fast as lightning, almost invisible.
The Cicada Wing Knife was as thin as a cicada's wings.
Bu Fang was also surprised by this kitchen knife. Compared to the Ice Soul Kitchen Knife in his knife cabinet, this Cicada Wing Knife was much more advanced.
"We've arrived at the kitchen. Let me see my little friend's noodle making," Ouyang Chenfeng said.
This time, the smile on his face faded a little.
As a first-grade chef, he naturally had the pride of a first-grade chef.
Although he also knew that there might be some flaws in his noodle making process, he had always been looking for these flaws and improving them.
However, when Bu Fang brought it up so openly, his heart was still a little uncomfortable.
When the people outside saw this scene, they all held their breath.
Some even sneered in their hearts.
They only thought that this young man was here to show off.
Bu Fang glanced at Ouyang Chenfeng, not saying anything.
He gently exhaled. A moment later, green smoke curled up from his hand, and suddenly, a slight dragon roar resounded.
A black kitchen knife appeared in Bu Fang's hand.
Buzz …
Ouyang Chenfeng's eyes shrank. The Cicada Wing Knife in his hand actually trembled the moment Bu Fang's pitch-black kitchen knife appeared.
What was going on?!
Ouyang Chenfeng looked at Bu Fang and the kitchen knife in Bu Fang's hand in bewilderment.
Holding the Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife horizontally, Bu Fang did not explain anything. Of course, he did not know what to explain. Of course, he could not explain the origin of the Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife.
He twirled the kitchen knife in his hand, then flicked it in the air, and a bag of flour flew over.
The kitchen knife gently flicked.
The sack containing the flour was split open, and the shining white flour inside spilled out from it.
The unique fragrance of flour diffused, and a wave of fresh spirit energy fluctuated.
"Good flour!" Bu Fang raised his hand. True energy condensed in his hand, continuously sucking the flour into his hand. The white flour floated around his palm, and under the light, it was quite dense.
"This is the flour made from the Valley of Gluttony's special spirit wheat. Naturally, it is not ordinary," Ouyang Chenfeng explained.
He stared at Bu Fang, as if he wanted to see through Bu Fang.
However, Bu Fang's body seemed to be covered by a layer of fog, and he could not see through him at all.
In the next moment, his eyes shrank.
Because Bu Fang began to move.
Swish!
Sparkling water droplets flew out, instantly mixing with the floating flour in Bu Fang's hand.
"Using water?"
Ouyang Chenfeng was stunned. When he kneaded the dough, he would always use the juice of spirit herbs or the blood of powerful spirit beasts. That was why the kneaded noodles were filled with unique fluctuations.
That way, the noodles would be more flavorful.
Bu Fang seemed to understand Ouyang Chenfeng's thoughts. The corners of his mouth rose, and he said, "Water will not cover the unique fragrance of the flour. That fragrance is the most important." Swish!
Swish!
Bu Fang's hand suddenly retracted.
Instantly, with a booming sound, as if there was an explosion, the flour ball suddenly expanded, as if there was an explosion inside.
Boom! Boom!
Boom! Bu Fang's mind sank, and his majestic mental energy suddenly surged out. The flour ball exploded continuously, and the booming sound was unceasing.
There was a loud bang.
That flour ball was violently thrown on the stove by Bu Fang.
That violent sound scared everyone, and they were dumbfounded.
Ouyang Chenfeng's face was also strange, and he looked at Bu Fang with a strange expression.
Are you kneading the dough, or are you throwing it?
Do you think that by throwing the dough, you can knead it well?!
Bu Fang did not care about the strange and doubtful gazes of the crowd. He raised the flour ball in his hand, and once again, he threw it.
Bang!
It violently smashed on the stove.
Ouyang Chenfeng looked at Bu Fang's action, and suddenly his face froze. There seemed to be an inconceivable expression in his eyes.
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