Nangong Qingqing forcibly dragged Zhongli Wuyuan out of the mission vine building, then pulled him into a corner and faced him face to face. She raised her eyes and stared at him.
"Ayuan, what danger did you encounter? Tell me."
"Qingqing, I told you, don't worry." Zhongli Wuyuan stared at her with his lower eyes, then raised his hand to gently stroke her frown, his voice was extremely gentle, "Don't frown."
Nangong Qingqing's cheeks were slightly red and she said softly.
…
On the other side, after Yunzheng and others visited the mission vine tower, they were brought to the real grand party by Mo Jing.
There were many novel things at the event that they had never seen before, which aroused their curiosity.
There are many people from the Immortal Clan, and they all wear plain-colored robes. On the other hand, the geniuses of the Human Clan are all dressed in green, so they are particularly easy to recognize.
Yunzheng's sharp eyes saw the backs of several human geniuses not far ahead. They were standing, occasionally standing on tiptoes and poking their heads, as if they were watching something.
Moreover, there were many immortal people surrounding it, which was extremely lively and cheering constantly.
"Mo Jing, what's in front of you?"
Mo Jing was stunned for a moment, looked forward, and then smiled: "Oh, that's the God of Cookery competition held by the immortal tribe!"
When Mu Yin heard this, his eyes instantly lit up.
"The God of Eating Competition? Sounds like fun!"
"Then let's go and have a look." Yan Chen smiled, he was also quite curious.
Mo Jing raised his hand, shook his fingers, and smiled mysteriously: "No, no, no, you can't just watch, but you have to participate in this competition. Because the reward of the God of Cookery competition is a top-quality spiritual object - the White Flame Secret Flower. The function of this white flame secret flower is to transform mortal bones into divine bones!"
"Sacred bones?" Yunzheng was slightly surprised.
Rong Shuo suddenly said, "This white flame secret flower does have such a function. It is also one of the rarest and best spiritual objects in ancient times. It can be encountered but cannot be sought. However, this white flame secret flower only serves to temper mortal bones." The most important thing is whether the willpower is strong enough to endure the pain of the bones being tempered."
"Brother Rong is right." Mo Jing nodded, "The Immortal Clan has Immortal Bones, but Immortal Bones are always slightly inferior to Divine Bones, so this is also a treasure that the Immortal Clan people are eager for."
Yunzheng turned to look at them, "Let's all participate and give it a try."
Although she already has the divine bones, if she can win the White Flame Secret Flower, she will give it to one of her friends.
However, she felt that her chances of winning were extremely low.
After all, she is not a foody person. If the food she wants to eat during the competition is spiritual fruit, then the situation will be different.
"good."
They agreed.
…
After a while, Yunzheng and his party all signed up, including Nangong Qingqing and Zhongli Wuyuan who came behind.
"Hey, isn't this Brother Mo?"
Mo Jing smiled and said, "It's me, Sister Food Immortal."
The woman from the fairy tribe who is called the 'Elder Sister of Food Immortal' is a woman with enchanting and graceful figure. If you don't look at her face, you would think that she must be in her thirties, but once you see her face, you will feel She is seventy years old.
Sister Shixian's face was covered with wrinkles, but strangely, she looked like a young woman. Her eyes swept over Yunzheng and the others, and her eyes paused on Yunzheng, Rong Shuo, and Mu Yin. A moment longer.
"Is this the friend you and Xiao Qingqing have been clamoring for all day?"
Mo Jing raised his hand, "Yes, they are our most important friends and relatives!"
Afterwards, Mo Jing introduced Yunzheng and his party one by one to Sister Shixian. After the introduction, Mo Jing continued: "Sister Shixian, we are here to participate in the God of Cookery competition."
"Okay, then you finish these first. If you can finish a bowl within a quarter of an hour, you will pass the preliminary round." Sister Shixian nodded, and then raised her hand to point to the thirty or so people on the long table. Bowl of noodles.
Every bowl of noodles was steaming, the noodles were green, and they didn't look very tasty.
But this bowl is extremely small.
Mu Yin was shocked, "That's it? I can finish it in one bite."
Sister Shixian glanced at him lightly and said, "Young man, don't brag about Haikou. When eating, you can only eat one stick, and you must chew the same stick continuously until there is no more."
When Mu Yin heard this, he felt like eating longevity noodles.
At this moment, many talented people from the human race have gathered here, and almost a large number of them have signed up to participate in this God of Cookery competition!
For a time, the competition became extremely fierce.
Yunzheng sat down and looked at the bowl of green noodles in front of her with a complicated expression. She raised her eyes to look at the handsome man in the crowd and pursed her lips.
Rong Shuo did not participate in the competition because he does not like to eat.
The humans and immortals participating in the competition were all sitting in the same row.
The contestants in this row are Mo Jing, Mu Yin, Feng Xinglan, Zhongli Wuyuan, Nangong Qingqing, Yunzheng, Yan Chen, Qingfeng, Mo Yu, Yuezhou, and Dong Yi who came to participate in the competition Ming, Baili Aoqing, Mo Ya, Yuan Xinglan, Long Junhao, Wu Liu and others.
In addition to the human race, there are more than a dozen immortal race people.
They look very strong and should be strong opponents!
Sister Shixian yawned and announced casually: "Let's start now."
As soon as they finished speaking, the surrounding human race geniuses and immortal race people all cheered for them.
"come on!"
"Brother Mo, eat quickly!"
"Xiao Qingqing, take your time, don't choke!"
…
Yunzheng immediately picked up the tip of the green noodles with chopsticks and put it into her mouth. An indescribable taste instantly penetrated Tianling Gai from her mouth, and she almost spit it out.
She gritted her teeth and endured it, and began to chew the noodles.
The noodles don't taste terrible, but the smell is simply outrageous.
The other geniuses of the human race also looked like they were eating shit.
Two of the geniuses of the human race couldn't bear it any longer and vomited wildly.
"Ugh... vomit vomit..."
The contestants who were eating noodles looked slightly stiff: "..." Please get away and vomit!
Among the contestants in this row, the ones who slurred noodles the fastest were Mo Jing, Mu Yin, Yan Chen, Qing Feng, Baili Aoqing, Wu Liu, Yuan Xinglan, and several people from the immortal clan.
While Mu Yin was trembling, his eyes widened in shock, and he was wondering, what on earth is going on? Why do you eat more and more?
How can such a small bowl hold so many noodles? !
Others feel the same way.
I feel like I can't stop blabbing, and my stomach is getting more and more bloated.
After half a quarter of an hour, nearly half of the people were eliminated. The reasons for elimination were: first, the noodles were disconnected, second, they could not stand the smell, and third, they were too full...
As time went by, Nangong Qingqing, Zhongli Wuyuan, Yan Chen, Yuezhou, Mo Yu, Dong Yiming, Mo Ya, and Long Junhao were all eliminated.
Mo Jing suddenly slapped the table and stood up, "I'm done blabbering!"
Seeing this, everyone immediately congratulated Mo Jing for passing the preliminary round.
Mu Yin was startled by Mo Jing's strange movement next to him, and almost broke the noodles. His eyes were full of resentment, and he silently sped up the noodles.
When a quarter of an hour was about to pass, Mu Yin, Yunzheng, Feng Xinglan, Baili Aoqing, Yuan Xinglan, Zhang Hexuan and others successfully passed the preliminary round.
Sister Shixian crossed her arms and said with a smile: "Congratulations, the finals will be held in two hours. Come back in two hours."
"Okay." They agreed weakly.
Mu Yin turned pale, looked up at Feng Xinglan, and asked in surprise: "Brother Lan, you can actually hold on! Don't you think it tastes bad?"
Feng Xinglan looked indifferent and said, "It's okay."
Compared to his barbecue, the noodles tasted much better.
