Lin Du closed his eyes and fell into meditation, but Feng Yi was thoughtful, "I used to think that this Tongtian sect was lucky, but now it seems that may not be the case."
The team competition tests the cooperation ability of the entire sect team. This time the team battle against the Supreme Sect was a bit out of line, trapping many strong players who took the initiative to attack. In addition, the evil formation appeared in the end, making the competition a mess. Chaos, the kitchen cultivator sect made a comeback in the final team battle and won the 19th place.
But the individual competition is not that simple. It really depends on personal combat ability.
The Tongtian Sect does not belong to the three sects, six sects, and ten sects. It is at the bottom of the small sects that are not popular. Although the name is very powerful, the sects are all chefs and there are not even serious sects. They all make money by joining. Liushui Xi, it is said that it has suddenly emerged in recent years. It bought a hill and had a territory, but no one cared about it.
It wasn't until the Zhongzhou Competition that he gained some fame.
During today's battle, everyone discovered that a genius suddenly appeared in this low-level sect.
The eighty-year-old Tengyun Realm Dzogchen is considered a genius even in the Supreme Sect.
When Lin Du heard these discussions, he suddenly opened his eyes, "Flowing water mat? What flowing water mat?"
Feng Yi: ...She knew that this kid was pretending to meditate just to avoid questioning!
Behind him, there was a row of shivering children holding hot kettles with their eyes blazing, "Eat a banquet! What banquet do you want to eat?"
He Gui smiled, he must be a young man, he is energetic.
So the Tongtian Sect suddenly discovered that the Supreme Sect looked at them very strangely and wished they could eat them alive.
The leader tugged on the sleeves of his eldest disciple, "Aren't we too outstanding? We were trying to make a fortune in silence and just showed our heads. Look, you insist on entering that cave of the Relic Mansion and recruiting others. The eyes of the first sect are healed now. We all have lives to go back to, but you are my only child..."
"Old man, it's almost done," Feng Yan took a radish handed over by his junior brother behind him and gnawed it loudly, "Don't you think this look looks familiar to you?"
The old man glanced at the feast in confusion, "What look?"
"Mommy, are you hungry for some food?"
Head:……
"What you said seems to make sense." The leader stared at it for a while, and the more he looked, the more he felt that the eyes of the children were not staring with hostility, but eager longing.
Feng Yan tilted his head and gnawed on the carrots and smiled. After smiling, he lowered his eyes and threw a handful of yarrow. He plucked it with one hand for half a day. His narrow eyes slightly narrowed. This hexagram...
She finished eating the radish in two mouthfuls, then stood up and moved her body. The leather armor hanging around her waist revealed two dark wooden handles as she moved.
"I heard that the great disciple of the Supreme Sect has lost his spiritual bones, so Lin Du came on stage at the youngest age just for the first place prize. Hey, Feast, do you have any way to make a medicinal diet?" A person squatted beside him and gnawed with a smile. With steamed buns.
"The bones can be raised back, but the spirit bones cannot be brought back." Sheng Yan didn't know what he thought of, and laughed, lowering his eyes. The fox look was more obvious, and the corners of his lips and eyes were all upturned, thin and sharp.
"Hey, Feast, are you really going to get the first place?" The leader asked naggingly again, "I think that Lin Du is young."
Sheng Yan turned around and glanced at the fat old man, "Do you think the most talented person recognized by Tiandao is really that easy to deal with?"
"Just getting into the top three will be enough." She smiled, "I don't ask for much."
Since ancient times, the only thing that can be remembered is the number one in the world, and the number two and number three in the world. How many can really be remembered.
"But Fengyan, you have defeated many top masters from major sects, maybe you really can be the number one?" A thin yellow boy said.
Hearing this, Feng Yan lowered his eyes and curled his lips, smiled sarcastically, and whispered softly, "You are the best in the world..."
She looked at the white-haired monk sitting in the middle. His green robe was as indifferent as the landscape in the painting scroll, covered by white gauze. There was a gap due to his excellent bones. At this moment, he seemed to be feeling something and turned to her.
It was definitely a rare and cold scene in the world. No wonder Lin Du was included in the book of beauties of Zhongzhou.
The war drums beat and the two men jumped onto the stage at the same time.
"The Tongtian Sect invites you to fight at the feast."
Lin Du raised his hand to salute, and then saw a long-handled spatula appear in the hand of the female cultivator opposite him, whose body was almost as thin as his own, with suspicious traces of smoke and fire on it.
Lin Du: ...Oh, kitchen repairman~
This man just used such a spatula to defeat a bunch of geniuses.
The two of them took action at the same time, and the Fusheng Fan hit the smoky spatula, causing a mist of water to evaporate.
Lin Du's eyes narrowed.
Dark fire?
If Xia Tian Wu could learn from this person, he would probably be able to use the strange fire better.
The feast was also surprised, the pure power of ice and snow?
No wonder it can freeze people across a small realm.
But there was a clanking sound, the iron fan and the spatula collided frequently, and the two figures, one green and one red, were like turning snow and falling leaves, so fast that it was dizzying.
One person from the Tongtian faction clapped his hands and shouted along with the crowd's shouts, "Our senior sister is flashing around like the fire in our furnace!"
The fat old man grabbed the useless disciple and asked, "Can you speak?"
That’s outrageous! No wonder Lin Du said he should study more!
Lin Du felt that it was a little tricky. This person was very difficult to defend against with fire, which was completely different from the people of the Red Sky Sword Sect. Her fire was extremely restrained, and she even used dark fire in battles. In other words, if Lin Du wanted to use ice to freeze the formation materials, he would have to use ice to freeze the formation materials. If you are not careful, you may be damaged by hidden fire that is not noticeable.
She can only keep her spiritual consciousness outward at all times. Her spiritual consciousness senses energy bodies, not just simple objects, so she can clearly see the direction of the dark fire.
Now, within the scope of her consciousness, there were dark fires everywhere, just like bolide, suppressing her power of ice and snow.
Lin Du inexplicably thought of lighting up the stars, illuminating her entire consciousness.
This person can actually control fire so well. Should he be called a chef?
The feast's lower plate was extremely stable. Lin Du could not find her weakness for a moment. After hesitating for a moment, the Fu Sheng Fan flicked out the Fu Sheng that belonged to her.
Endless snowflakes were falling on the arena, but in a moment, the entire arena was covered with frost, and little bits of dark fire died down in the realm of floating life.
Not only was it a feast in the ring, but the people in the seats and on the podium were all quietly using their spiritual power to protect their bodies.
Only the disciples of the Tongtian Sect blurted out, "It's so damn cold, Ergou, where's my mink! Take out my mink."
The fat old man's face twitched, and he was completely embarrassed today.
Feast was not in a hurry, and he took out a large iron pot with his other hand, but when he saw the shovel swaying in the pot, an open flame shot out a foot high, and the snowflakes in the air were instantly burned into nothingness by the fireworks in this world.
Lin Du was slightly startled, her face was burning hot, she sighed, luckily, there was enough time.
Sheng Yan was keenly aware of something wrong, and she always felt that something was wrong under her feet. She clearly had a dark fire under her feet when Lin Du swung his fan, so that she could continue to move steadily, so that she would not be frozen or slip. .
The next moment, the monk in green teleported to one side without extinguishing the fire. He closed the floating fan and hit the big iron pot upwards, making a clanging sound.
The iron pot trembled slightly, raised a small half angle, and swayed slightly with the fire, and then still fell firmly into the person's hand.
Lin Du hissed. This man's hand was so steady that she couldn't even lift the pot.
Fortunately, she was just pretending. At the moment when she had just lifted the pot, her other hand had already thrown out the last few formation stones that were restricted to the feast site. Her consciousness and spiritual power exploded at the same time, and the formation patterns took shape in an instant. .
At this moment, the huge iron pot burst out with a burst of energy, just like a long-time old master holding the pot, and the spiritual power hit Lin Du directly with the power of a tiger's claws digging out his heart.
Lin Du cursed, put one hand on the ground, stood on his head, poured the last bit of spiritual power into the formation pattern, and then used his palm to take off.
A flower of frost and snow bloomed in the blue robe in the air. Lin Du brushed past the flame spiritual attack. The gauze in front of him was burned to the point of danger, and finally collapsed, with a curled black corner across his face. fell to the ground.
Lin Du landed firmly on the ground, closed his eyes and tilted his head, feeling the formation taking shape, and breathed a sigh of relief.
The flame of the iron pot was extinguished in an instant, and a member of the Lianheng faction blurted out, "Four o'clock and four phase formation? That is... the phase of winter!"
The howling north wind and the cold-blade frost and snow made it difficult for those in the formation to open their eyes, and they felt like they were in a winter hell.
The feast was blown away so much that he couldn't keep his eyes open and couldn't help but sigh.
In the short few moments when she took out the pot and put it on the pot, she couldn't take care of the things Lin Du threw out. Thinking that the few things with incomplete attributes that Lin Du threw out didn't seem to form a formation at all, so she beat them first. Later, I wanted to retrieve the formation stone, but unexpectedly I forgot about the dark fire under my feet.
From intense heat to extreme cold, from extreme to extreme.
She was in Xia's position, and she personally poured the last formed fire aura into the four-phase array.
Only a quarter of an hour after entering the formation, she would not be able to withstand the severe cold, and the spiritual energy used for defense would be consumed rapidly. Once the spiritual energy is exhausted, she will lose and must break the formation.
Feng Yan put away the iron pot and shovel, sighed softly, and touched the two dark wooden handles at his waist with both hands.
The double swords were unsheathed.
In addition to cooking, chefs also have to practice knife skills.
Not considered super class.
The next moment, a person in the stands stood up and blurted out, "Is that... the Zhulong Sword Technique?"
Lin Du: Huh? What? Slay the dragon?
