Strange World Little Cooking Saint

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The atmosphere in the central square that evening was extremely warm. Although the seats were still not full, the distinct audience had automatically divided themselves into circles.

Shiyu When they came, they walked through the door. As soon as they came in, they saw the audience on both sides of the road suddenly shouting, "The Imperial College is invincible!" The shouting of these shouts frightened several of them.

It is rare to see the audience so enthusiastic about them. Dongfang Fengfengluo hurriedly responded with a smile. This smile made some of the big girls and daughter-in-laws scream.

Shi Yu stood behind, watching their coquettish appearance, and whispered to Xuan Yin: "Look at your family, go back tonight and take care of him."

Xuan Yin smiled, and the Dongfang magpie in front was stiff, and his face was honest.

After coming to the field, the Fire Wolves have arrived. The Dean knew that his opponents tonight would not be easy, and he did not arrange other things, only to give them a separate field.

Across the square, the teams on both sides saw each other. The members of the Fire Wolves looked calm and confident, while the Imperial Academy had to be cautious.

At this moment, someone over there suddenly said a word to them, so far apart that they could only see the shape of their lips.

"What did they say?" Feng Luo asked.

"Go home and drink milk." Qing Chen coldly translated.

Shi Yu listened and sneered: "Oh, my mother is drinking blood today."

The competition system still follows the previous rules. Seven individual matches and a team of five vs. five. If they are evenly divided, then a seven-on-vs.

"Let's discuss it." Lin Fan said, "You don't need to say anything about the individual match, it's completely random. In a team match, five people. I thought about it before, this time the opponent is very important. Shi Yu, Feng Luo, and Xuan Yin. If there is an accident in one of the individual matches, you two will substitute. What do you think? "

The named ones had no opinions, but Qi Izumo and Dongfang Yun said nothing. Qi Dongyun was a bit reluctant. "My wife is not as good as me, let me go. You can't bury talent."

"You have three layers of condensate and one layer of mystic condensate. You are almost the same in front of your opponents with eight-layer condensate. Lin Fan looked at the Oriental magpie with a strange expression.

At this time, Feng Luo made another knife: "If he can be charmed, His Majesty the Emperor is expected to carry the knife ..."

Dong Fang was speechless.

After the team is finalized, it is to draw the list of opponents. In order to ensure the fairness of the competition, the list was drawn randomly, so Tian Ji's horse racing set did not work at all.

After the order came down, Shi Yu looked at his brand, and the last one came to him. The first was headed by Qing Chen, and Lin Fan shot in the sixth.

"We have to score at least two points in the individual match." Lin Fan said. He didn't want to take five points, and the gap for repair is here. The only thing that can compete is in the five-man team game. In a five-person team match, the gap between the two sides will generally be narrowed, and the win will be slightly larger than the seven.

If they can score three points in the individual games and then in the team games, they will win.

It was time to talk.

"I'll go first." Qing Chen said, and Ti Jian leapt to the high platform.

The surrounding audience saw that he was playing, and suddenly burst into shouts. After watching the game for so long, they also know that the one standing on the stage is the highest one in the Imperial Academy team. Immediately, he had great expectations for him.

The first here is Qingchen, and the one on the Fire Wolves is the one with the lowest strength.

"Oops." Lin Fan frowned. This kind of match is equivalent to the opponent using the one with the lowest repair costing the strongest one on their side, and then there will be fewer wins.

They were worried, but the Fire Wolves were all smiling. Even the most stable fire wolf showed a smile.

On the high platform, Qing Chen frowned slightly, but immediately relieved. That's it, thinking about it is useless. What he has to do now is to make a quick decision.

He condenses Dan seven levels, and the other condenses eight levels. The two sides are only one level away, and it is not particularly difficult to win.

After the two sides saluted each other, Qing Chen chased the clouds one by one every month, which turned directly into a cloud of smoke, falling in front of the opponent.

The sword had long been scabbard, and the blade of light shimmered. His swordsmanship is just like his own. He doesn't know anything about insignificance. He only knows to face the attack and overwhelm the enemy in momentum.

The opponent did not expect that this kid was so fierce offensive, and for a moment he could only roll on the ground in a daunting manner, trying to escape from the sword.

The audience on the stage only saw Qing Chen approaching step by step, and the big fat man rolled all the way. The audience behind the Imperial College team suddenly agitated for Qing Chen.

"It's so easy to be suppressed?" Someone was puzzled on the VIP table. "Isn't this a state of being one level behind?"

"There should be a reversal." Another said, "An eight-layer condensate was hit in such a way, and there was no way to fight back."

As soon as his words fell, the members of the Fire Wolves team turned over, rolled to the side, took the axe in his hand, chopped the green sword, and the sparks burst. The long sword is lighter than the axe, Qingchen's wrist turns, the point of the sword points directly at the opponent's door, and the fat man hurries back to avoid the sword.

However, Qingchen suddenly flashed blue light, and then the sword in his hand turned into a dozen handles exactly like the sword rain, and shot at the fat man.

When the fat man saw the dozen or so swords flashing at him, he suddenly felt cold and rushed to fight with a big axe. But after a dozen waves of these swords fell, another wave came in the sky.

"Oh!" He cursed, rushing to the open space next to him, avoiding the sword rain on this head.

However, when he fluttered into the air, in front of his eyes, under his chest, more than a dozen sword tips suddenly emerged from the ground. His pupils shrank, and he stretched out a hand, regardless of the palm being stabbed by the sword. Wear, by the reaction of the sword to pierce the palm, let your body back, reverse the trend of falling.

But when his body no longer fell and rebounded, a long sword floated over the sword array emerging from the ground at the speed of phantom, and just passed through his abdomen.

A "snoring" sounded, a ray of blood sprayed from his belly on the ground, and the fat man's eyes glared at the young man next to him.

It all happened in an instant, and some of the surrounding audiences didn't react too much. (To be continued.)