Quickly wear a female supporting role: your male protagonist has turned black again

Chapter 193 Your hero has turned black again ([-])
On the martial arts arena, click as far as possible, and the winner is to shoot down or control the opponent's magic weapon.

On the stage that was temporarily built with spells.

Yan Cloverxi stood nervously in the middle of the stage, and the contestant standing opposite her was Cheng Chengcheng, a young hero from Ruyimen.

"Junior Sister Yan, don't worry, I'm not a good person."

A charming smile appeared on Cheng Chengcheng's lips, revealing a ray of just-right tenderness.

How could Yan Cloverxi not be nervous!
It was the first time for her to go out for a trial at such an age, and she was asked to fight a battle before she could enter the gate of the trial ground.

Fight shit! Fight!
Jishan is so poor, she only has a three-star magic weapon bought by the master with the money saved by tightening her belt. Jishan can still attract the greed of a few juniors, but once she puts it outside, it is a living thing. What a joke!

However, with the enemy at hand, no matter how embarrassing Yan Muxi felt, he could only bite the bullet.

She cupped her hands slightly, digging and digging with her fingertips in the storage ring, and finally took out with difficulty...a spring \/ palace book?

"Senior Brother Cheng, just let the horse come here!" The girl's delicate face was full of tragedy.

In an instant, the audience was silent.

"The girls from Mount Buji are really enthusiastic and unrestrained."

"Wait, why did she take out a little porn book? Could it be?"

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

For such a good thing, of course it is impossible for Cheng Chengcheng to step down.

"This...in front of everyone, she wants...to have a slightly stronger taste. But I like it."

Cheng Chengcheng was thinking in a dilemma, did he obey with refusal, or did he obey with a strong counterattack?

Sigh, it's really a headache to be so handsome and suave.

Yan Muxi seemed to notice something was wrong with the things in hand, looked down, her face turned red instantly, and quickly put the little yellow book in her hand back into the storage ring, "Sorry, I took the wrong one."

As she pulled it out, people gradually saw her magic weapon clearly.

This is a large yellow thing, which is rolled into a cylindrical shape by a thin layer of dough, and the blue-yellow color exposed in the gap can be seen faintly.

Qiao Wei's eyelids twitched.

Such a familiar magic weapon!

“Spicy Chicken Wrap!”

The knowledgeable disciple blurted out.

"Oh my god, a Qi refining disciple of her actually has a seventh-level magic weapon like spicy chicken roll!"

Qiao Wei: (￢_￢)
The author's brain hole is really comparable to a black hole!

Really, at this moment, no matter what she saw again, she would no longer make a fuss like an ignorant village girl.

Well, never!

"It's actually a spicy chicken roll." Cheng Chengcheng raised an eyebrow and gave a wicked smile. "Little girl, don't you know? Spicy chicken rolls..."

While speaking, he has quickly pulled out the magic weapon coiled around his waist, and swung a blow as fast as thunder.

"It's delicious with dipping sauce!"

An overwhelming force surged, and Yan Muxi hurriedly turned around and took back the magic weapon, but it was already too late.

Her spicy chicken roll was covered with red, yellow, yellow, green and green soup, and it smelled like a stinky smell, cooling down the aura that had just condensed into the opening.

In the first round, Yan Cloverxi lost steadily.

"gross!"

Yan Muxi felt nauseated for a while, and fixed her eyes on the magic weapon in his hand, sure enough!

"This is……"

Cheng Chengcheng replied with a smile: "Qishan saozi noodles!"

Yan Cloverxi's heart shuddered.

It is actually Qishan saozi noodles with a long history, and her spicy chicken roll is a magic weapon that has only been produced in recent years, so it is naturally incomparable with the national essence!

However, how could she be defeated so easily as a member of the representative group of Jishan Qi Refining Disciples?
Yan Muxi regained her spirits, shook off the scorpion on the spicy chicken roll, and slowly injected spiritual power. The magic weapon in her hand gradually became thicker/harder, and finally condensed into a heart shape, covered with small Lumpy yellow things.

"This is..." Cheng Chengcheng stared at the magic weapon without blinking, and said in astonishment. "Happy Chicken Chop?"

"That's right, this is the happy chicken chop that's charred on the outside and tender on the inside." Yan Muxi saw him lose his composure, regained some confidence, and said proudly. "Look at the trick! Wallace's pressed product, Happy Chicken Chop!"

"It seems that Junior Sister Yan cannot be underestimated."

Cheng Chengcheng chuckled twice, and the glutinous rice noodles in his hand quickly grew longer and wider, and slipped into the Happy Chicken Chop without a sound.

Yan Muxi frowned, it was too late to take back the magic weapon.

The simmered noodles penetrated deep into the chicken chop, grabbed the tender chicken inside, pulled it hard, and the chicken chop fell apart immediately.

"My Magical Artifact!" Yan Muxi yelled with widened eyes.

"I'm sorry, Junior Sister Yan." Cheng Chengcheng withdrew the magic weapon nonchalantly, "I'm sorry for the ruthless swords and swords on the martial arts arena."

Yan Muxi stomped her feet resentfully, glared at him, and went off the stage weeping.

"Master, master, my magic weapon, woo woo woo—"

Leng Yanxi, who had been watching from the audience for a long time, stepped forward and said coldly: "Bujishan Leng Yanxi, please give advice to Brother Ruyimen Cheng."

"Hey, are you here to avenge my little junior sister?" Cheng Chengcheng casually sized him up, seeing that he was a delicate young man, he didn't take it seriously. "Young people are so sentimental, it's not good, it's not good."

Leng Yanxi ignored his nonsense, put his palms on the competition stage, and jumped up.

"Crack-"

Qiao Wei couldn't bear to look directly and turned her head away.

There was a burst of laughter all around.

Leng Yanxi got up from the ground calmly, patted the ashes on his body, reached out to support the competition table again, pressed it tentatively, and jumped vigorously.

This time, he finally jumped up as he wished.

After staring wide-eyed for a while, Cheng Chengcheng couldn't help asking, "Could it be this crispy cone, your magic weapon?"

Leng Yanxi held an empty crispy cone in his hand, and nodded upon hearing this.

"Yes, this is a new magic weapon that I, Mai Kuo Lao, has refined. It's called the frozen mandarin duck cone."

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Cheng Chengcheng almost burst into tears from laughter.

"What kind of cone is it that doesn't even have ice cream?"

"Don't gossip, let's see the real chapter!"

Seeing the little junior sister being humiliated, Leng Yanxi didn't intend to greet her at all, she held the cone upside down in her hand, and rushed over vigorously.

Cheng Chengcheng sideways easily avoided, the mocking look on his face hadn't faded, but he heard Leng Yanxi say in a cold tone: "You lost."

Cheng Chengcheng was stunned, looked down, and saw that a thick layer of ice had already formed on his face.

It turned out that it wasn't that there was no ice cream in the frozen mandarin duck cone, but that the ice cream had sneaked into his noodles early in the morning, ready to go!

"As the saying goes, a bowl of noodle soup is divided into seven parts. What kind of shaozi noodles are there without soup?"

Leng Yanxi mercilessly repaid the insults that the junior sister had suffered.

"The real Qishan Zongzi noodles are white, thin and glutinous, oily, sour and spicy. Brother Cheng, you are eager for success, and you actually use a big fire to refine the Zongzi throughout the process. This gave me an opportunity to take advantage of it. "

　Babies, take your own characters by yourself~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)