Fist of Imagination

The woman in the black double-breasted chef's uniform with a stand-up collar was still ten meters away when Sun Xunqiao and Liang De felt the light in the venue suddenly dim.

Amid the ghosts' wailing, the solid floor beneath their feet turned into a dark swamp that devoured people. More than 100,000 spectators in the stands tore off their painted skins, and each of them had green faces and fangs, and was covered in blood. They wanted to rush down the stands and tear the two into pieces.

Liang De immediately closed his five senses, shrank his martial arts soul into a ball, hid in the purple mansion, and only used a trace of spiritual perception to observe secretly.

It was the smell of spices.

The female chef ten meters away used a variety of spices to synthesize the illusion of hell. The virtual scroll that came with the wind captured Liang De, a fish in the pond, and made him fall into an imaginary space where it was difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood.

Sun Xunqiao, who was the first to bear the brunt, still kept his clear eyes and stared at the source of hell ten meters away.

As a food safety supervisor at the flagship temple of North Shaolin Temple on the other side, I have eaten all kinds of shit. I have not been able to convert myself to Buddha bone and relic rice twice a day for three days. You want to show off your power to me with a dozen kinds of mixed hell spices from the underworld?

Ning Yunzai, you have not invested enough!

Sun Xunqiao tried to stabilize his soul for the sake of appearance. He did not change his face and his eyes were shining. He was about to curse the heavens and the earth, and roared like a foul-mouthed lion with the sound of the sea tide, but the female chef ten meters away suddenly put away her anger.

The hell scroll in the consciousness disappeared like the ebb tide, and the underworld death around Ning Yunzai turned into the fragrance of blooming flowers, and his frowning eyebrows unfolded into a painting of spring mountains.

"Even so, are you willing?"

Ning Yunzai sighed faintly, and the next moment, her voice suddenly became brisk.

"Even so, I will not let you off~"

The third place winner of the last dark cuisine competition on the other side put away her fragrance, pursed her lips and turned away.

Liang De's soul poked his head out from the purple palace.

"Brother, do you have a grudge against her?"

"I don't know her at all. I added her through Tongxu after receiving the prize in the last competition. I haven't talked to her. My circle of friends has been blocked. No, I only opened the chat permission at the beginning. Let me confirm it."

Sun Xunqiao took out his mobile phone and flipped through it a few times, and suddenly he was shocked.

"Fuck, how come there are hundreds of pages of chat records? I haven't drunk any Forget Worry Wine this month!"

In the stands, Bai Hekong, who watched everything through a monocle, looked at Mu Yigui beside him, and his soul transmitted a voice:

"Senior, didn't you only send a provocative video to Ye Shuangliu?"

"Before thinking about victory, think about defeat first. How many men can end up with their true love?

Anyway, we have to declare war, so just declare it all at the beginning. If we can't push Ye Shuangliu's line, we also have Ning Yunzai, the daughter of Huangquan who hates to marry, as a backup. Sun Gou will not lose anything."

"But I heard that Ning Yunzai's ex-boyfriend and blind date are..."

"Sun Gou has trained his natural supernatural power, and Liang De is there to keep him calm. He can fight back even if he is torn apart with a flower knife. Chang's martial arts are specially designed to counter yanderes. What are you afraid of?"

"Oh..."

Bai Hekong glanced at Sun Xunqiao with sympathy, and a few fleeting cold intentions suddenly flashed in his monocle.

"Huh?"

Under the stands, Sun Xunqiao was looking through the chat records with Ning Yunzai. His face turned from sunny to cloudy, and his eyes gradually lost focus. Liang Delian slapped him several times before he woke him up.

"Brother, don't worry about the chat records. You have been slashed more than 20 times, and there is one more coming."

Sun Xunqiao raised his head suddenly, and a sharp aura brushed across his side face, leaving a hideous wound on his face.

In the distance, the woman with 15 kitchen knives of different shapes put away her dagger and stuck out her tongue at Sun Xunqiao.

"Did you notice it? You have to beat me to be qualified."

The champion of the previous Beyond Dark Cuisine Competition, Seven Star Quick Cut, Wu Tao.

Her knife skills are unpredictable, as if she swings the knife when cells and particles are not paying attention, without a trace. The people and ingredients cut will not feel any pain, nor will they leave any wounds. Only when they notice her knife intention will they be injured.

Sun Xunqiao reached out and wiped the wound on his side face. He held it for a long time before the lingering knife intent disappeared and the tragic wound on his face slowly healed.

Sure enough, on the Tongxu APP, he and Wu Tao also had hundreds of pages of chat records.

Who else? Who else did I offend inexplicably!

Sun Xunqiao's eyes were wide open, and his murderous aura was soaring. Liang De was also looking around behind him.

I saw a handsome little monk in an ochre yellow monk's robe coming over shyly. Sun Xunqiao and Liang De took three steps back, and the murderous aura on their bodies disappeared.

Damn it, why is there a man!

Bai Hekong looked at Mu Yigui with a flat mouth. The dark-skinned greasy man waved his hands repeatedly, indicating that it was none of his business, he didn't know, and he was innocent.

The handsome little monk stopped in front of Sun Xunqiao's cooking table and lowered his head to point at his fingers.

"Guardian Sun, I am Jiekong from the other side of the Southern Shaolin Temple. I, I will return to secular life next year... Can you teach me how to be intimate with female donors?"

Get down from here!

Sun Xunqiao was about to fulfill his duties as the guardian of the Northern Shaolin Temple, and he blasted the lustful little thief in front of him with a palm, and the Chef Immortal Competition venue suddenly fell into silence.

Seeing but not seeing, hearing but not hearing, all sounds and images disappeared, and all the audience and contestants could see and hear only the three judges on the rostrum and the emcee holding the microphone.

The red light flashed in the triangle head's single eye, and he turned his head in silence to see the old lady with silver hair behind the scenes.

Huashan Xiyi Dharma Ban?

Sun Xunqiao and Liang De also quickly broke free from the restraints of the law ban, but they did not say anything, just looked at the rostrum in silence.

The three judges were already in place. The bald emcee in a tuxedo finished his opening remarks enthusiastically, and then spit out the part-time jobs and honors of the three judges like reading the names of dishes.

The chief judge, the chairman of the Other Shore Food Review Council, the youngest person to pass the Baiwei Trial, the heir of Tianshang Tianxia Zhai, the well-deserved food queen of the new generation-Ding Qiuqiu.

The deputy judge, the head of the Southern Shaolin Pharmacist Academy, who realized the principle of the unity of color and emptiness at the age of twenty, but was able to make a bowl of soul-stirring rice with the utmost affection and nature, the leader of the Other Shore Shaolin vegetarian restaurant-Master Shilian.

The deputy judge, the chef of the Tongue-Pulling Hell, a strong man who allows ghosts who have completely lost their sense of taste to taste the peerless delicacies, the leading figure in the Huangquan food world-Ning Fengye.

The three judges stood up and the Xiyi magic ban in the venue was lifted. The topic of this Bi'an Chef Star Competition was displayed on the big screen.

"No title."

The topic of this competition is no title.

Liang De looked at Sun Xunqiao. No wonder the second brother decided that Xiang Si Ke Gu before the game, and didn't care about how the game would be arranged. It turned out to be no title.

Do the players supported by the main sponsors have such a big advantage?

"Junior brother, if I say I didn't know this topic before, will you believe it?"

Liang De didn't answer. On the rostrum, Ding Qiuqiu stared at Sun Xunqiao behind the cooking table.

"No title, really... I want to see what tricks you, a relative, can play!"

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