Taking a step back, Nian Bing grabbed the Righteous Yang Blade from the chopping board. With the blade facing down and the Stone of Fire facing up, she chanted in a low voice, "Oh great God of Fire! Please allow me, with your left hand, to let fire descend upon the mortal realm, to extinguish all evil. Let the fire illuminate the earth, to destroy all obstacles in the way. Fire God's Left Hand. " One by one, red dots of light gathered around the Stone of Fire. The dots of light grew brighter and brighter. Nian Bing pointed the hilt of the blade forward, and the huge Fire God's Left Hand appeared. The entire iron pot floated under the Fire God's Left Hand, completely covered in flames. Nian Bing suddenly let out a low shout. Her left hand drew a red hexagram in the air. She slapped her palm forward, and the hexagram instantly entered the Fire God's Left Hand. In an instant, the crimson light of the Fire God's Left Hand turned into a purple flame, forcibly raising the fifth step fire spell to the sixth step.
Black Night said in surprise, "Magic array enhancement. I didn't expect this kid to have such a skill." In the past three months, Nian Bing had been discussing the mysteries of dual element magic with him. This was the first time he had seen her talent in magic arrays. Any magic could be enhanced through magic arrays. However, the drawing of magic arrays was the most difficult part. For example, Nian Bing could draw a magic array out of thin air and immediately insert it into the spell. This required a sufficient understanding of magic arrays, as well as familiarity with the fire element. Generally speaking, only magicians who specialized in magic arrays could achieve this.
Under the effect of the Level 6 Purple Flame, the iron pot was already burning red, but the lid of the pot did not open because of the boiling water in the iron pot. This was because the lid had already completely fused with the iron pot under the effect of the extremely hot flames. However, the heat in the pot continued to expand, and there was a possibility that it could explode at any time. Nian Bing's expression was very calm. Controlling the purple flame, the Fire God's Left Hand placed the iron pot back on the stove. Three ice needles transformed from ice balls flew out, instantly opening three small holes on the lid of the pot. The ice needles naturally melted into water when they entered the pot, and the iron pot that was about to explode was also resolved due to the steam rising from the three holes. Nian Bing ignored the iron pot and put a big winter melon on the chopping board.
At this time, Zi Xiu had already finished kneading the dough. The dough was kneaded into a round ball in his big hands. Nian Bing's actions were completely under his observation. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Using magic to cook really did have an innate advantage. He opened his iron pot. He stirred the ingredients. He took out the two objects that were previously soaked in the clear water and placed them on the table. He shouted. He slapped one of the stones with his palm. With a bang, the red liquid splattered everywhere. Zi Xiu's palm pressed down and turned, immediately placing the red object on the chopping board. His right hand opened like a claw, reaching in and grabbing at lightning speed. With another bang, the other red object was pressed flat on the chopping board. Immediately after, his hands transformed into countless claw shadows. Every time he attacked, his fingers accurately pierced into the already flat red object. His ten fingers were like giant hammers, constantly chiseling, turning the two red objects into meat paste. Heavy Eagle Claw, this was one of the Heavy Techniques. In a short span of ten breaths, the two red objects had turned into paste, but the chopping board didn't suffer any damage from the Heavy Eagle Claw. His control of power had already reached the peak. Putting the red meat paste into the pot, the old duck soup immediately emitted a rich fragrance with the addition of the meat paste. On the opposite side, Nian Bing's nose twitched. She raised her head and looked at Zi Xiu in surprise. "Good method. The foie gras is mixed into the old duck. The two ingredients complement each other and the taste is completely displayed. Senior Zi Xiu's skills are indeed exquisite." Some foods could complement each other. For example, the old hen and midday mushrooms used by Nian Bing could set off each other's aroma, producing the best effect. In addition to the freshness of the abalone and shark's fin, and the method of stewing under extreme heat, the flavors of the ingredients were completely merged together. This soup was the best combination that Nian Bing knew of at the moment. The combination that Zi Xiu used was something she had never seen before. However, from the aroma, she could already tell that it was a pair of ingredients that complemented each other. In order to research such a pair of ingredients, countless attempts were needed. Nian Bing had studied cooking for eight years, but she had only discovered a few simple combinations. The fact that Zi Xiu dared to use such a combination showed how much research he had into cooking. Zi Xiu and Nian Bing looked at each other. Both of them looked at each other sympathetically. Even though their competition had just begun, they could already tell from each other's actions that they had a deep understanding of the culinary arts. Nian Bing's culinary skills were mainly reflected in the word 'strange', while Zi Xiu's culinary skills were mediocre, displaying traditional culinary skills to the limit. His first action seemed simple, but without tens of years of research and hard work, it was absolutely impossible to reach that level of perfection. It could no longer be described as' skilled '. His actions seemed very slow, but it was something that ordinary chefs wouldn't be able to do in three hours.
What was Nian Bing doing now? The top of the winter melon in his hand had been removed. The top of the winter melon was cut into a sawtooth shape with the Proud Heaven Knife. The inner melon ladle had been taken out, leaving only two inches of the melon wall.
Anyone who had studied cooking for a few years would understand that Nian Bing was trying to make a winter melon cup. He was using the winter melon as a vessel to hold soup or porridge. For the sake of the beauty of the winter melon cup, carving was necessary. Under normal circumstances, different patterns would be carved on the skin of the winter melon with a carving knife. However, would Nian Bing do that? Of course not. Carving flat surfaces in the hands of a chef of his level would only lower his status. In order to achieve the best results, he had already made preparations. When he was preparing to compete with Zi Xiu, he already had a plan in mind. However, he wasn't sure if it would succeed. Taking a deep breath, Nian Bing glanced at Feng Nu beside him. Feng Nu gave him an encouraging look. Nian Bing only felt the blood in his chest boil. His confidence reached the peak in an instant.
With a wave of his right hand, the Proud Heaven Knife returned to the chopping board. When his hand returned to his body, he had already replaced it with the Morning Dew Knife. He carefully placed the winter melon cup in the center of a large plate about two feet in diameter. After adjusting the position and confirming that the winter melon was in the center, he took a deep breath. Nian Bing's hand moved. The shadow of Lan Meng's Funeral Knife seemed to carry a layer of icy mist. With a light chop, a hair-thin winter melon skin separated from the melon and lay flat on the plate. The knife technique he was most familiar with appeared once again. However, this time he didn't completely chop the melon. Instead, he peeled the skin. A blue light constantly flashed on the plate. Every green melon strand lay evenly on the plate. It was exquisite to the point of perfection. There were only a few gaps between each strand of melon skin, and they were extremely even.
Zi Qingmeng had already stood up because of excitement. "Silk Cocoon Knife Technique. Although it's not one of the five famous knife techniques, if it was ranked as the sixth knife technique, it would definitely be Silk Cocoon Knife Technique! " She knew very well that Nian Bing's culinary skills were definitely not inferior to her uncle's from the knife skills that he had displayed. One had to know that there was no shortcut in knife skills, and it had nothing to do with magic. It was definitely the result of hard work.
Gently rotating the plate, Nian Bing's expression was as calm as an ancient well, without the slightest change. His knife flashed, and the morning dew brought with it an icy mist that permeated the air around the melon. The reason why he used the knife technique to peel the melon skin was very simple. It was because he wanted to keep the melon skin as round as possible. The thinner the skin, the easier it would be to achieve his goal.
Zi Xiu also saw Nian Bing's Spinning Silk Knife Technique, and a look of surprise flashed across his eyes. However, he did not stop what he was doing. He placed a piece of tenderloin about a foot long on the chopping board, then took out the dough that he had kneaded and kneaded it into the same shape as the tenderloin. The two different materials were placed vertically on the chopping board in front of him. In the next moment, he began to slap the tenderloin. His movements were very violent, like a storm. Every slap had a violent momentum, and the banging sounds were like the beating of a drum. His left hand slapped the dough, and his right hand slapped the tenderloin. He kept repeating the same actions.
Nian Bing's melon skin was finally finished with the banging sounds from Zi Xiu's side. The dark green skin of the melon was removed, and the jade-like flesh of the melon was revealed. All the skin of the melon had been placed at the bottom of the plate, like the lotus leaves under the melon cup. Of course, the melon cup was not only sparkling because of itself, but also because of the task of the Morning Dew Knife. The reason why Nian Bing didn't choose the faster surface of the Proud Heaven Knife and chose the Morning Dew Knife was because he had to evenly inject the ice element into the melon cup during the process of cutting the silk. At this moment, the melon cup was completely frozen, but it couldn't be distinguished from its appearance. Nian Bing had his own reasons for doing this, and also to prepare for the following actions. The meat of the melon was relatively soft. If it was just a normal carving, he might be able to complete it. However, in order to defeat Camel Chef Zi Xiu, he had to try a realm that he had never reached before. Therefore, he couldn't be careless at all. With a flash of blue light, the Morning Dew Knife returned to the chopping board. Nian Bing didn't continue to carve. Instead, he stared at the melon cup in front of him without moving. The texture of the melon was very fine. At this moment, all he could think of was the jade-like material.
With a flash of light, Nian Bing took out the cloth bag that contained the Ghost Condor from his Space Ring. The Ghost Condor Godly Blade didn't refer to a single blade, but to a set of blades. When Cha Ji passed on the Ghost Condor Godly Blade to him, he once said that the Ghost Condor Nine Blades were forged from deep sea heavy silver and refined with various medicines for many years. Not only were they extremely hard, but they also had spirituality. Their spirituality could only be fully manifested under the effect of the Rain Dragon's Dance Blade Technique. The limit of the blade technique could only be revealed when one's spirit and the blade were completely integrated into one. The Ghost Condor Blades and the person who wielded them were equally important.
The largest Ghost Condor Blade jumped into Nian Bing's hand. He didn't rush to carve it. Instead, he scooped out a small bowl of rice and poured it into a clean basin. He then added water to soak it.
Zi Xiu had already seen Nian Bing's movements. He exclaimed in his heart, "Ghost Condor Godly Blade". He was a little doubtful. Could it be that this brat had really mastered the Rain Dragon's Dance Blade Technique?
Nian Bing lifted up the two feet wide plate. Just like how he had made the Nine Azure Divine Dragons Bing Yun Yin, he condensed a piece of ice under the plate. The plate fell on top of the ice and with a slight push, it immediately began to spin rapidly. Nian Bing slightly adjusted the angle of the plate's rotation so that the bottom of the plate was perfectly aligned with the center of the plate. At this moment, the rice that had been soaked in water already made a slight crackling sound. That was the sound of the rice being soaked in water. This was just a small trick for steaming rice. First soak the rice in water for a period of time before steaming it. Not only was the rice easier to cook, but it also tasted better because it was evenly heated. While Nian Bing was doing this, his gaze never left the winter melon cup. His right hand was stretched out in front of him. The Ghost Condor Blade that was about five inches long flickered with a faint cold light. "Uncanny Workmanship, Dark Blue Powder, Dragon Carving Phoenix Blade Technique, Cold." The first word that came out of his mouth was so sonorous.
Powerful. The Ghost Condor Blade moved at the end of the last word. With a thrust of his palm, the Ghost Condor Blade was thrown up five inches. Nian Bing flipped his palm, and as if his fingers were stained with the Ghost Condor Blade, he stabbed towards the winter melon cup. Known as the number one Divine Blade in the cooking world, the Dragon Carving Dance Technique, had appeared in the world.
The dark blue light flickered on his fingertips. Every time he trembled, he used nine blades. Nine was the limit. Just as Nian Bing expected, under the effect of the Ghost Condor Blade, what fell from the winter melon cup was not debris at all, but fine blue frost mist like frost. The Ghost Condor Blade kept flashing in the same position, and the dark blue light cluster appeared and disappeared like an explosion. At this moment, Nian Bing's mind had been completely immersed in the Blade Intent. He forgot about the competition, forgot about everything. In his eyes, heart, and hands, there was only the blade and the dark blue light cluster. His fingers and wrists were unusually soft. Wrapped in the blue light cluster, it was impossible to distinguish between the blade and the hand. Only the blue frost mist kept floating out and fell on the previously chopped winter melon skin in silence.
Zi Xiu was still slapping the noodles and tenderloin on the chopping board, but his eyes were always on Nian Bing's hand. After 20 years, how could he not be excited to see the top Blade Technique in the cooking world again? The Dragon Carving Dance, it was really the Dragon Carving Dance. From Nian Bing's expression and the flickering blade light in his hand, he seemed to see the Ghost Chef who had suppressed him for a lifetime. The Ghost Chef's elegant demeanor reappeared. The corners of his eyes were already wet. Cha Ji, ah Cha Ji, it seems that not only can I not compare to you in cooking, but I also can't compare to you in teaching disciples.
His left hand kept spinning the plate, making the wax gourd cup spin faster and faster. Nian Bing's mind was filled with the image of the Azure Dragon. Every expression of the Azure Dragon seemed to have come alive and turned into the blade in his hand. The Azure Dragon Karodiris, his roar, his attack, and his dragon roar were all so clear in Nian Bing's mind.
Cha Ji had never seen a dragon, but Nian Bing had. The Azure Dragon Karodiris was a real Azure Dragon. No matter how profound Cha Ji's Blade Technique was, he only had the image of a dragon in his imagination and did not have the true essence of a dragon. Perhaps, Nian Bing's Blade Technique had not reached his level, but in terms of mastering the essence of a dragon, he had already surpassed her. Therefore, his Ghost Condor was alive, and so was the dragon.
Sculpting did not necessarily need a long time to achieve the best performance, especially under the influence of the Ghost Condor. Nian Bing's voice was filled with cold arrogance. The chant finally appeared.
"Where the Ghost Hand falls, the sky changes." It seemed that at this moment, he was the Ghost Condor. The faint blue light turned into a dragon and printed on the wax gourd cup.
"Sculpting into a hundred revolving waves." The blade turned, and the faint blue light like waves constantly attacked the jade-like wax gourd in front of him.
"Divine work has existed since ancient times." "The saber technique changed again. It went from being delicate to being wide open. Every slash of the saber brought about a deep ravine.
"The blade rises, the waning moon shines on the cold spring." The faint blue light suddenly emitted thousands of rays of light, and a crescent moon seemed to appear on the wax gourd cup. The whole wax gourd cup was completely rendered silver-white. The faint blue light flowed down like spring water, lightly moistening every corner of the wax gourd cup. The miraculous Blade Technique was sublimated in an instant. The faint Dragon Qi kept rotating around the wax gourd cup, and the faint blue light disappeared. Surrounding the wax gourd cup was a white ice mist that did not disperse for a long time, making the whole wax gourd cup more mysterious.
The Ghost Condor had disappeared. Nian Bing's right hand was trembling slightly. In the previous sculpting, even he himself did not know how many cuts he had made. The strength of his fingers and wrist had been displayed to the limit. He knew that at least for three days, his right hand would not be able to do anything. However, his mood at this moment was incomparably happy. Because he knew that he had succeeded. He had finally succeeded in touching the essence of the Dance of the Rain Dragon and found the feeling when the spirit and cooking were merged as one. Not only had the Dance of the Rain Dragon entered the realm of great success, but his understanding of cooking had also entered another realm.
Panting slightly, Nian Bing looked at the wax gourd cup in front of him, and the rotating plate gradually stopped. The ice mist also gradually disappeared. Except for Nian Bing himself and Zi Xiu, everyone showed a disappointed look. Because, on the jade-like wax gourd cup, they only saw a series of intersecting irregular patterns. Moreover, these patterns were surrounded by white wax gourd powder. The only strange thing was that on the top edge of the wax gourd cup, there was an additional protrusion at each of the three points equally divided. No one knew how it was formed. But the protrusions were strange, and there was nothing special about them at all. Compared to the gorgeous knife light, the result was obviously not satisfactory. Even Zi Mengqing returned to her seat in disappointment.
Nian Bing looked at the wax gourd cup expressionlessly and took the rice beside him. When the water was dry, he suddenly flicked his wrist, and the wet rice in the bowl suddenly flew high into the air. The Morning Dew Dagger was released, and in an instant, four knife shadows were drawn in the air, completely encircling the rice. The basin where the rice was placed before made a circle in the air, and all the rice returned to the basin with a crisp sound. Not a single grain of rice escaped the net.
After pouring out the rice and placing it on the chopping board, Nian Bing picked up a piece of cloth from the side and wrapped it around his right hand, then tied it tightly around his wrist. This time, he used his left hand to take out the Ghost Eagle Dagger, which was the third knife in terms of size. The blade was much smaller than the previous one, and the tip was only half the width of a willow leaf. It was a pity that he couldn't use his right hand now, but he still had to continue cooking the delicious food in front of him, so he used his left hand. This time, his target was the rice. Of course, no matter how strong his ability was, it was impossible for him to carve any patterns on the rice now. What he wanted to do was both simple and difficult. With a flash of the knife light, a grain of rice was picked up and placed into the iron basin again. At this time, the rice was no longer oval, but round. With just this one pick, he completed his task. If it weren't for the fact that everyone present had amazing eyesight, they would definitely think that he was doing something useless. Rice was very brittle, and it was still brittle after being frozen. However, after being frozen, although it was brittle, it would become a lot harder. This was what Nian Bing wanted. His right hand had performed the Dance of the Dragon Shadow, and this time, his left hand performed the Jin Xuanxuan Picking Formula. The Jin Xuanxuan Picking Formula, which was good at carving words, couldn't be more simple to use. The tip of the knife kept picking, and every cut would pick out a grain of rice. As the knife light moved faster and faster, the grains of rice on the chopping board became fewer and fewer. When the last grain of rice entered the basin, there was only a pile of crumbs left on the table. Nian Bing didn't throw the crumbs away. Instead, he carefully placed them on a plate. After finishing all this, a faint smile finally appeared on his face. He looked at his wrapped right hand, and then raised his head to look at Zi Xiu.
At this time, Zi Xiu was still kneading the dough and meat. When Nian Bing raised his head to look at him, he opened the lid of the pot at the side, and a rich aroma immediately filled the kitchen. Zi Xiu took a deep breath and nodded, somewhat intoxicated. With a shake of his left hand, he took out a large ladle and scooped out all the ingredients in the pot. Although this looked very simple, Nian Bing's heart skipped a beat. This ladle definitely wasn't as simple as it looked on the surface. First of all, the moment the ladle struck was the moment when the broth was at its boiling point. Moreover, the ladle looked like it was only for a moment, but in fact, it flickered seven times in a row, and changed its angle seven times in a row, allowing all the ingredients in the broth to be scooped out. This ladle completely demonstrated the exquisite culinary skills of the camel chef. Nian Bing knew that he couldn't do it.
Zi Xiu raised his head to look at Nian Bing, and laughed strangely. "Kid, are you tired? I'll be done soon. It seems that we're walking on two extremes. I'm going to make the complicated simple, and you're going to make the simple complicated. Look carefully. " He turned the surface on the chopping board horizontally, and then placed the meat on the surface. Everyone was surprised to find that the surface and the meat were exactly the same. When the meat fell on the surface, they couldn't see the bottom at all, and the meat didn't protrude in the slightest. Zi Xiu pressed on the meat, and his right index finger reached under the surface, and the tip of his finger flicked upwards. The pieces of meat stuck to the surface of the dough flew up into the air. The pieces of dough spun in the air. Zi Xiu glanced at Nian Bing, and shouted in a deep voice, "Tearing the Heavy Eagle Hands alive." In that instant, his originally somewhat obscene appearance suddenly gave off a mighty aura. His hands stretched out like lightning, and countless hand shadows appeared. A green light appeared at the tip of his fingers, and the sound of tearing silk sounded. The piece of dough was split into two. Strangely, the toughness of the meat was no less than the surface of the dough. After it was torn into two pieces, it still overlapped with the original appearance, and didn't change in the slightest. Zi Xiu's movements didn't stop. The two pieces of dough overlapped with each other, and were torn apart again. The sound of tearing silk sounded continuously. The surface and the meat combined, and the dough split, combined, split, and combined again. Seeing this, Nian Bing's face couldn't help but reveal a dignified expression. He was very clear that Zi Xiu's previous kneading technique must be very special, so that the toughness of the surface and meat could reach the limit. If he didn't guess wrong, the surface and meat were now as tough as cloth. If it were him, he might not be able to tear them apart.
After Zi Xiu had torn nine times in succession, the pieces of dough had become five hundred and twelve alternating red and white strands. He didn't continue tearing. With a twist of his wrist, the strands of dough quickly spun together like fried dough twists. The red and white strands were especially eye-catching. Nian Bing secretly admired him. Just distinguishing the lines of the meat strands was already very difficult. And Zi Xiu used the Tearing the Heavy Eagle Hands to the limit. From the very beginning, when he was handling the meat and dough, he had already used a special technique. In addition to the magical tearing formula, the slow kneading process also had an effect that wasn't inferior to his own Flexible Hand of Separating Tendons and Dislocating Bones.
The strands of dough were rolled into a ball. The blue light in Zi Xiu's hands suddenly brightened. Both of his hands moved at the same time, from the two ends of the dough to the middle. Fingerprints appeared one after another on the strands of dough. When the strands of dough were covered with fingerprints, he began to tear again. This time, the lines changed and a strange scene appeared. Each strand of dough turned white and red, as if they were glued together. After he finished tearing nine more times, he grabbed one end of the dough strands and walked to the pot. His right hand reached behind his waist and a blue short blade similar to Zi Qingmeng's appeared.
Nian Bing obviously knew what Zi Xiu was about to use, and could not help but widen her eyes. Zi Xiu's movements were very slow, the blade slowly moving forward, stopping an inch away from the face strands. "Jade Screen Condensation", these four words were spoken one by one, from the first word, his wrist began to tremble rhythmically, and when the last word was spoken, the blade suddenly returned to its still state, but at this moment, everyone could clearly feel that the blade had come alive, an ear piercing sound burst forth from the blade, and the original blade suddenly transformed into thousands of blades, the green light exploding in all directions, completely engulfing the face strands in front of him. The greatest characteristic of Jade Screen Condensation was the word 'condensation', from stillness to movement, what it needed was an instant explosion. The noodles entered the pot and Zi Xiu closed the lid. The short blade in his hand was inserted into the chopping board in front of him. He looked at Nianbing and said, "The crux of Jade Screen Condensation is the word 'condensation', the greatest characteristic of this blade skill is its speed. Even your Rain Dragon Dance cannot be faster than mine, and the specialty of the Rain Dragon Dance lies in the word 'dance'. Dance has its own spirituality, and Jade Screen Condensation is indeed inferior to the Rain Dragon Dance. There is a difference in spirituality. Finally, we will compare taste. " As he spoke, he opened the lid of the pot again and used his chopsticks to stir the pot a few times. After quickly adding a dozen spices, he continued, "My noodles still need to be cooked for a while, now it's up to you."
Nian Bing nodded at Zi Xiu. Although his right hand was still unable to exert its original agility, at least it was no longer trembling. He reached out and took the tofu that he had prepared in advance. This time, he moved his knife very slowly, carefully cutting the tofu into small cubes of one inch each. His right hand, which could not use a knife, slid across the tofu, and the soft tofu immediately turned into hard tofu cubes. Everything was ready. Now, what needed to be done was the final processing. Nian Bing came to the iron pot above the fire and waved the Proud Heaven Saber in his hand. A streak of Saber Qi flew out, lifting the lid that was connected to the pot and dropping it to the side. A rich aroma wafted out along with the steaming steam. The aroma of chicken, mushroom, abalone, and shark's fin had been perfectly integrated during the stewing process. Nian Bing smiled slightly and used a colander to scoop out the ingredients in the pot. However, the Camel Chef Zi Xiu only used one spoonful, while he used three spoonfuls to clean up all the residue in the pot. The round ice rice was put into the pot. He murmured a few incantations. His right hand, which could not exert any strength, actually directly pressed against the scorching hot pot. When his hand touched the pot, his entire hand turned purple. This was the effect of the Purple Flame Technique.
In an instant, the soup in the pot began to boil violently, bringing the round ice rice with it. Nian Bing took a pair of chopsticks with his left hand and raised his head to smile at Zi Xiu. He reached out to the top of the pot and put the chopsticks into the pot, stirring it slightly. His hands were very rhythmic. Gradually, under the influence of Nian Bing's steady left hand, a whirlpool began to appear on the surface of the water, but the original boiling disappeared. His right hand continued to heat up, while his left hand continued to spin. The soup, which had long exceeded the boiling point, was no longer boiling. The beads of rice were evenly distributed in every corner of the pot, spinning rapidly with the whirlpool. Nian Bing's left hand had already ignited a ball of flame, keeping the surrounding scorching steam outside.
Zi Xiu's whole body trembled, and he said with some astonishment, "The Mysterious Jade Hand that Breaks Water and Protects Face should not be the Flaming Hand that Breaks Water and Protects Face. When did Zhaji learn this move?"
Nian Bing's hands did not stop moving. He raised his head and smiled. "This is not what my master taught me. In fact, I'm just following his example. I haven't been able to understand the real rhythm of the Mysterious Jade Hand that Breaks Water and Protects Face. However, the effect of doing this is much better than directly boiling it. It can make the heat more uniform." Cooking porridge required about an hour to completely soften the rice into porridge. However, with the help of the Purple Flame Technique, Nian Bing only used a quarter of the time to achieve his goal. The chopsticks left the water, and he put the tofu into the pot. He took the bamboo shoots from the prepared ingredients. With the rapid swinging of the Proud Heaven Blade, the bamboo shoots turned into small green cubes and entered the pot. Nian Bing put both of his hands on the iron pot and used the Purple Flame Technique to rapidly heat them up.
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