Chef Mad Queen

Chapter 394 The Phantom of the Fan
No. 24's expression changed, he kicked his feet on the stone wall, and immediately stepped back.

That fan seemed to have eyes, whirling around like a shadow!

On the 24th, he was not a vegetarian who was able to break through all the way to the present. With a sharp shout, he used the pen as a sword, swiped it, and swung it continuously. He successfully dispelled the strong attack of the silver fan, and swirled around the tip of the pen!

No. 24 sneered contemptuously: "Didn't you say that a folding fan is enough to deal with me? Oh, that's all!"

The corners of her beautiful mouth were slightly raised, and Jun Qinghong said calmly and elegantly on his stern face: "One is not enough, then... ten!"

With a wave of his sleeve, a second silver fan and a third silver fan flew out from his sleeve...

swish swish...

There are ten silver fans!
"Phantom of the Fan!"

"Damn it!" No. 24's expression changed drastically. Under his horrified gaze, ten silver fans unfurled in mid-air, attacking him through the wind and waves, unstoppable!

He hurriedly backed away, but the ten silver fans were still following him like a shadow, surrounding him in a meandering manner.

A handful of silver fans, like spinning gears, hovered around No. 24's body, completely trapping him!

No. 24 swiped his pen to resist, the tip of the pen touched the silver fan, and was immediately bounced back, and the brush hairs scattered in the air, like catkins raining down.

He inhaled in horror, he didn't expect the power of the silver fan to be so powerful, he wondered if his flesh and blood would be cut into pieces if he went up to meet it?

Still in shock, he looked up again and saw Jun Qinghong tiptoed, and the giant writing brush lying on the ground instantly fell into his palm.

He flew up lightly, and gracefully swiped and splashed ink, stroke by stroke, a complete wine character, in his pen is more vigorous, fresh and elegant!
"So handsome!" Feng Qian sighed sincerely.

Immediately there was a magnetic hum from the side, Feng Qian turned her head to look, and saw Xuanyuanche's face darkened, overflowing with jealousy, she immediately took his arm, and said with a sweet smile: "Archer is the most handsome! The most handsome in the world! The most handsome man in the universe!"

In the next second, the corners of Xuanyuanche's mouth immediately rose slightly, turning cloudy into sunny.

Sikong Shengjie couldn't bear the goosebumps shaking off his body: "Xiao Feng'er, are you guilty of telling such a lie?"

Xuanyuan Che aggressively stretched out his arms, hugged his woman, and raised his cold eyebrows in an arrogant arc: "Gu Ai Ting, can you control me?"

Sikong Shengjie shook his head unbearably, and stopped looking at this childish man!
Feng Qian leaned against Xuanyuan Che's arms, pursing her lips and snickering.

At this time, the referee announced: "No. 37, pass!"

Jun Qinghong landed lightly, and nodded slightly at the referee.

There was a shout from No. 24: "Your uncle! You have won, can you withdraw these fans?"

Everyone turned their heads to look, and couldn't help laughing loudly.

I saw that the clothes and trousers of No. 24 had been cut by the silver fan at some point, leaking the wind, and there was nothing intact. It was too horrible to look at!

With a slight lift of Jun Qinghong's right hand, the ten folding fans lined up one by one and returned to his wide sleeves. The series of movements were like flowing clouds and flowing water, extremely elegant!

No. 24 cursed aggrievedly: "Isn't it necessary to humiliate people like this just for a jar of wine?"

Amidst the laughter of the crowd, he walked away in disgrace, with two white eyes showing behind his buttocks, he quickly covered them with his hands, quickened his pace, and quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.

At this time, the referee said: "The next group, who wants to come first?"

Princess Taiping was the first to shout, "I'm coming!"

The corner of Feng Qian's mouth twitched, she immediately supported her forehead, and leaned weakly in Xuanyuan Che's arms: "I suddenly have a headache, and I can't compete for the time being."

Princess Taiping immediately exposed her: "Who are you lying to? I just saw that you are doing well, but when you say you want to compete, you have a stomachache and headache. If you don't dare to compare with you, just say it. Why make so many excuses?"

Feng Qian is also helpless, who makes the time limit of the lucky light umbrella so long, compared with her now, she will definitely lose!

It's not that she's timid, but that she really doesn't have the confidence to beat the god of luck!

"Princess, anyway, I'm going to compete with you sooner or later. What's the difference if it's earlier or later? You are so anxious to compete with me, is it because you are afraid of me, afraid that I will be fine, and you won't be able to win against me?" ?"

"I'm afraid of you? How could I be afraid of you?" Princess Taiping's eyes flashed with anger, "Okay, then wait for another round! In the next round, whether you are pretending to be sick or really sick, the princess I will fight you to the death!"

Feng Qian ignored it, if it was for her own sake, the comparison would be fine, but now she is trying to capture the bird of the cloud for the sake of Ah Sheng, so she must be patient!
Can procrastinate for a while!

The referee asked again: "The other two groups, which one of you would like to come first?"

Both Xuanyuanche and Sikong Shengjie remained silent, they were not willing to compete.

After a long time, Princess Ziyun was the first to say: "Then let's come first!"

The referee immediately sang: "No. 16 vs. No. 63, the competition begins!"

Princess Ziyun and No. 63 walked to the center of the competition field.

No. 63 showed his saber. Judging from the experience of the first group of competitions, it is only possible to finish writing the whole word of wine if he subdues the opponent first. Therefore, he did not go to pick up the pen, but directly showed his saber. , I want to use force to subdue the opponent first.

"Number 16, show off your weapons!"

Princess Ziyun raised her hand, slowly pulled out a purple ribbon from her sleeve, and put it on her body.

The ribbon dragging the ground, with silver bells tied at both ends, added to the noble air. Princess Ziyun raised her eyes to look at each other, and stared at Han Xing: "Let's start!"

Seeing that she despised him so much, No. 63 felt unhappy: "Look at the sword!"

Brush brush!
Sword flowers danced in the air, and the sword was fierce, and No. 63 actually used a good sword technique.

"Wind and thunder swordsmanship!"

Halfway through the sword, No. 63 suddenly soared into the air, and the sword's momentum changed accordingly, and the sword's shadow flickered like lightning and thunder.

Ding—combat power 890, physique 890!

He was actually a spirit warrior at the peak of the eighth level!
Pale golden spiritual power, accompanied by sword energy, crashed down!

The momentum of this sword is enough to split a hundred-year-old tree, it is unstoppable!
Looking at Princess Ziyun again, she stood in place, not moving at all. As the sword approached, her eyes became more calm and her aura was compelling.

The sword energy is getting closer...

The beautiful eyes drooped slightly, and the lotus fingers were pinched with both hands, flipping lightly.

Ring ring ring ring...

The silver bell rang crisply, and in an instant, the purple streamer flew out, wrapping around the opponent's sword like a swimming snake!

No. 63's expression was slightly chilled, and he immediately retrieved the sword.

At the other end of the streamer, Princess Ziyun held on tightly, and the two sides fell into a stalemate.

At this moment, the corners of Princess Ziyun's mouth turned up coldly, and suddenly she stepped out of strange steps, and quickly disappeared from No. 63's eyes, leaving only a purple figure flashing away!
When No. 63 came back to his senses, he suddenly found that his arms could not move. He looked down and saw a purple streamer surrounded him at some point, trapping him!
He struggled hard, and that purple figure flashed past his eyes again, and when he looked down, there was another round of ribbons on his body.

"Damn!"

He roared, exhausting all his strength, trying to break free: "Break it for me—"

(End of this chapter)