God of Cooking, Monster: No, we have become ingredients

After losing two games in a row, Zhao Qinglin felt extremely threatened. If he lost again, he didn't dare to think about the consequences.

Therefore, he must win this third fire control competition.

This is also his strongest weapon and the one with the greatest chance of winning.

Among all the formal disciples, Zhao Qinglin's fire control skills can at least rank among the top three.

The others present had obviously thought of this as well, and one formal disciple whispered.

"This fire control competition may be Zhao Qinglin's last chance. If he loses again..."

"indeed."

Everyone knew that if Zhao Qinglin lost the fire control competition, then the outcome would probably be decided and there would be no need to continue.

If even the strongest method is no match, then the same will probably be true for the others.

Therefore, everyone was looking forward to the third round of competition.

Huang Chong, who was in the crowd, looked at Ye Changqing with complicated eyes.

He never thought that Ye Changqing could force Zhao Qinglin to such a point.

In the first two rounds of competition, except for the initial confusion, the others can be said to be won quickly and decisively.

Zhao Qinglin had no chance to resist at all. It could be said that he was completely crushed.

Looking at Ye Changqing, Huang Chong felt mixed emotions.

There was both joy and envy. It seemed as if Ye Changqing and he were never from the same world.

The rules of the fire control competition are different from before. You can use innate spiritual fire. If you don’t have innate spiritual fire, you can only use your own spiritual fire.

Moreover, the criterion for determining victory or defeat is that whoever's spiritual fire is defeated by the other party will be declared the loser, otherwise he will be the winner.

It was a very simple and crude rule. After the formal disciple finished explaining the rules, Zhao Qinglin stared at Ye Changqing with a determined look and gritted his teeth.

"Ye Changqing, I will definitely win this round."

As he spoke, a ball of dark green flame suddenly rose up from Zhao Qinglin's hand. It was actually a ball of innate spiritual fire.

This is also the best treasure Zhao Qinglin has obtained since he came to the Kitchen King Fairy City.

Zhao Qinglin paid a huge price for this innate spiritual fire.

Of course, it is also closely related to his good talent for fire control.

Seeing Zhao Qinglin's determined look, Ye Changqing ignored him and flipped his hand, and a ball of golden flame appeared in his palm.

Seeing the golden flame in Ye Changqing's palm, Zhao Qinglin was stunned. He didn't expect that he also had innate spiritual fire.

My mood became even more solemn.

I thought this guy was just a layman who didn't know how to cook, but now it seems that is not the case at all.

He even has innate spiritual fire. This kid must have been exposed to cooking before. Suddenly, Zhao Qinglin felt like he was being fooled.

The anger in my heart continued to rise.

They all have innate spiritual fire, and judging from the aura of Ye Changqing's innate spiritual fire, it is not weaker than his innate spiritual fire at all.

Not low grade.

Being played the pig to eat the tiger, this is what Zhao Qinglin thought at the moment.

But now that things have come to this, he has no way out. If he wants to survive, he can only try his best to win this round.

If we lose three rounds in a row, I'm afraid Master will...

Thinking of this, Zhao Qinglin gritted his teeth and immediately controlled the spiritual fire, creating tens of thousands of flames around his body.

The flames surrounded Zhao Qinglin, like loyal soldiers guarding him.

"Tens of thousands of flames. Zhao Qinglin's fire control skills have improved again."

In the Kitchen King Fairy City, the most basic art of fire control is to see how many flames can be controlled.

Generally speaking, five thousand flames are considered qualified. Someone like Zhao Qinglin can differentiate and control tens of thousands of flames.

Although it is not the best in the Kitchen King Fairy City, it can be considered excellent.

Moreover, Zhao Qinglin was unable to control tens of thousands of flames before.

That's why one of the formal disciples whispered that this guy's progress in the art of controlling fire was indeed rapid.

Even Ma Qiankun's eyes flashed with surprise at this moment, as if he didn't expect Zhao Qinglin to progress so quickly.

After the previous two failures, Zhao Qinglin no longer dared to be arrogant. He would naturally give it his all when he made a move without holding back at all.

Tens of thousands of flames surrounded him, and each flame was scorching hot.

The space seemed to be distorted due to the extreme high temperature.

His eyes were fixed on Ye Changqing. He was determined to win this time and would not give Ye Changqing even the slightest chance.

Ye Changqing looked at Zhao Qinglin who was the first to show his skills, and he also flicked his fingers casually. The spiritual fire in his hand was quickly controlled by Ye Changqing, and just like Zhao Qinglin, it turned into wisps of flames around his body.

One thousand, three thousand, five thousand, eight thousand, ten thousand.................

Soon, the number of flames around Ye Changqing reached ten thousand, which was no less than Zhao Qinglin.

Looking at the growing flames, everyone present became a little uneasy.

In this round of fire control competition, Zhao Qinglin has a good chance of winning. Even Ma Qiankun has secretly decided that even if Ye Changqing loses this round, he is willing to give him another chance.

As long as Ye Changqing can surpass Zhao Qinglin in other aspects, he will still keep him.

But no one expected that once Ye Changqing made a move, his fire control skills were no weaker than Zhao Qinglin's.

Moreover, after the number reached tens of thousands, the flames around Ye Changqing showed no sign of stopping.

“It hasn’t stopped yet.”

"this................."

Twelve thousand, fifteen thousand..............

In the end, the number of flames in the direction where Ye Changqing was located exceeded 20,000, and half of the yard was engulfed in flames.

In comparison, Zhao Qinglin's bowl of flames pales in comparison.

In terms of the number of flames alone, Ye Changqing is more than twice as many as Zhao Qinglin.

All the formal disciples were upset about this.

"Close to 30,000 flames. This, this, this... Even if we look at the entire Immortal City, there are only a few people in the younger generation who can do this."

"Zhao Qinglin is gone."

"This kid is hiding very well."

Such a huge gap in numbers is enough to show that even in the competition of fire control, Ye Changqing has firmly crushed Zhao Qinglin.

With this number of flames, let alone Zhao Qinglin, there are more than ten fire halls in the entire Kitchen King Immortal City, even if the city lord and deputy city lord and their evil disciples are counted.

The number of people who can accomplish this is no more than one handful.

Although Zhao Qinglin has a good talent in fire control, he is definitely not at the top level of the Kitchen King Fairy City.

There is still some distance to the top.

Some people felt sorry for Zhao Qinglin, while others were surprised at the methods displayed by Ye Changqing.

As for Zhao Qinglin himself, his face became extremely ugly as he looked at the flames all over the sky. He gritted his teeth and could not utter a word from beginning to end.

Roaring madly in my heart.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible, how could this be possible......"

Zhao Qinglin never expected that in the art of controlling fire, he would still be the one being crushed, and he felt even more desperate and powerless.