One Punch Chef

Chapter 113 The First Happyness

As Mo Fan and Wu Yueban joined the battle, the courtyard in front of Xiaoyao Building suddenly became chaotic, with constant light and shadow, and the beautiful and peaceful garden was almost destroyed.

Mo Fan, the No. [-] fierce man on the Xiaoyao list, does not have the slightest demeanor of a master when he moves his hands at this moment.The Void Jue began to work, turning into nothingness, blending into the space, quietly sneaking behind the softest persimmon in the group of five, with a flick of his right hand, a golden brick directly greeted the back of Zou Zhiming's head, seeing the skillful movements, Definitely a veteran, not the first time doing this kind of thing.

As the No. 28 fierce man in Xiaoyao, Zou Zhiming, who is on Xiaoyao [-], still needs to use a sneak attack. This simply does not give him a way out.

A moment ago, Zou Zhiming was still staring at him, forming a siege with Xue Liang to catch Tang Xiaosan, but the next second he couldn't bear it and rolled his eyes, and fell unconscious with a plop, the back of his head bulging an inch high, God knows How much force Mo Fan used.

At this time, even the students who didn't like Zou Zhiming and didn't like him felt a little sympathetic to him. It was because Mo Fan's methods were too unkind.

Wu Yueban, who rushed down one step later, was much more upright, without spending as much effort as Mo Fan and Tang Xiaosan.Mo Fan and Tang Xiaosan taught Wu Yue more than once.

However, this stubborn, straightforward little fat man simply goes in his left ear and out of his right ear, how stupid he should be, just like now, before launching an offensive, he actually shouted 'I'm coming' to remind the enemy.

Thousands of sword lights bloomed on half of Wu Yue's body, and her whole body seemed to be transformed into a sword formation. The sword energy swept past like a dragon, and even Luo Chen and Liu Zhongtian, who were sixth and seventh on the Xiaoyao list, had to avoid the sharpness temporarily.

This is the second time Wu Yueban showed his new method. The first time was in the Xiaohuang Mountains. At that time, only the people in the outer courtyard and Yin Qianxue saw it. In addition to Wu Di's subsequent shock, there was nothing in comparison. What a storm.

But this time, Wu Yueban used the sword qi to kill the formation in front of the elites of the inner court and the powerhouses on the Xiaoyao List, showing his accomplishments in formations, which really surprised everyone.

Wang Changkong, Huangfu Shaotian, the two brothers of the Jin family and others stared at Wu Yuehan with radiant eyes. Tuoba Yuer and Mu Qingzhu stood not far away, and the light curtain in front of them was like flowing water, disappearing. All shocks.

"Qingzhu, this little fat man is so powerful." Tuoba Yu'er said, her voice was crisp and clear, like big pearls falling on a jade plate.

"It has become stronger, but its flaws are still obvious." Mu Qingzhu said.

"Little Fatty, Mo Fan, you are finally here, and I won't be able to handle it any later." Tang Xiaosan smiled.

"Pull it down, your grandpa gave you so many treasures to see, you can't beat him to death." Mo Fan said.

Tang Xiaosan chuckled, turned to look at Wu Yueban and said, "Little Fatty, that's fine, I have you, and you still hide such a trick."

"It's okay, I'm not very proficient yet." Wu Yueban scratched her head in embarrassment.

"Be careful." Tang Xiaosan screamed, and the yin and yang mirror above his head flew out, blocking an almost fatal attack for Wu Yueban who was distracted.

"Concentrate." Mo Fan said with a straight face.

"He's really...so simple." Tuoba Yu'er thought for a while before saying this adjective.

Three against four, the chaotic battle continued. Although the battle was fierce, there were not too many casualties. Both sides were deliberately controlling their strength and did not fight to the death with all their strength.

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On the other side, the large kitchen in Xiaoyao Building was also in chaos at the moment. All kinds of pots and pans fell to the floor, soup, oil and water splashed all over the wall, making it a mess.

Nearly half of the more than 130 students in the Kitchen God Hall fell to the ground in embarrassment. Many were injured and unconscious, and wailing was everywhere.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Yuri, a big boy who is always sunny, is also sullen at this time, and his heart is extremely angry. He didn't stay on the second floor until the end. When he came to the kitchen, he happened to bump into this scene. .

"What are you doing? I want to ask you lowly cooks what do you want to do? For so long, with so many people, without serving a single dish, what is the use of you bastards." A man in underwear The young man in the courtyard's standard red and white outfit with a small tripod badge pinned to his chest scolded.

"It's just a cook from the God of Kitchen, what qualifications do you have to put on airs in front of us?"

"I've been here so many times, it seems that you still haven't adjusted your position, do you want us to teach you?" A young man with a scar on his face said viciously.

"Don't you really think that you are qualified to be invited to participate in the Promise Party? You are only asked to come here to find coolies to cook and serve. Do you understand? If you understand, just do it obediently, hahahaha."

"If you don't want to suffer any more, just do it for me." Du Ming, a young man with a small tripod badge pinned to his chest, sneered.

"Hmph, don't forget to think about it. You don't even want to eat any of the dishes we cook today. They don't belong to you. If you want to eat them, you can make them yourself." Yuri said resolutely, tit for tat.

"It seems that your skin is really itchy. I don't know what will happen if you burn it with fire?" Du Ming raised his left hand, a ball of scorching flames appeared out of nowhere in his palm, and the air was so hot that it was slightly distorted.

Yuri held his chest up and raised his head, even though he was no match, he never retreated a step.

"Since you're looking for death, you can't blame me." Du Ming grinned, urging the pill fire in his palm to pour towards Yuri.

Suddenly, a ghostly light and shadow flashed by, and before the scorching pill that Du Ming swung could touch Yuri, it was caught by a big hand and exploded directly, leaving a few small sparks behind.

"Stop, Du Ming, you are going too far," Fan Lang shouted.

Du Ming took a look at Wu Di, but didn't pay much attention, and turned to look at Fan Lang who was walking down the stairs, with a teasing look on his lips, he said, "Hey, isn't this the famous genius who made alchemy and destroyed himself. "

Du Ming deliberately bit the word "genius" very hard, stimulating the eternal pain in Fan Lang's heart.

"Hey, genius fourth-grade alchemist, how are you doing recently? Your cooking skills have improved, hahaha." Another student who also had a small tripod badge on his chest laughed.

Fan Lang's face was gloomy and terrifying, as if water was about to drip out. He originally belonged to the alchemy hall like Du Ming, and was a very talented alchemist, but an accident separated him from alchemy.

Afterwards, Fan Lang accidentally discovered that it might not be an accident, but a man-made trap, but even if he found out, so what, without any identity background, he has no right to speak at all.

Frustrated, Fan Lang came to Kitchen God Hall, learning how to make spiritual dishes, while trying to master the legendary skill of cooking medicine, and in the process, he gradually fell in love with the profession of chef.

But even so, not being able to make alchemy anymore is still a pain in his heart all his life.

"You guys are really going too far." He Lian looked at Du Ming and the others angrily.

"Hey, isn't this sister He Lian? I haven't seen you for a few days, but I feel more and more fresh. What can I do if I stay in a place like Kitchen God Hall? Come, come, brother, it will benefit you a lot." There was a smile on her face. The youth with the scar said wantonly.

"That's right, let's come here and turn to the light." Everyone echoed in unison.

"You guys are really annoying." Wu Di said, the voice was not loud but enough for everyone nearby to hear.

They could even easily feel the disregard for them in Wu Di's words.

Du Ming and other students in the inner courtyard were stunned for a moment, and then they were all furious.

"Boy, please recognize your position, you are just a humble cook."

"It's all you who messed up here, and my classmates were all injured by you?" Wu Di ignored the threat from the person in front of him, and said to himself.

"So what if we did it, you still want to resist, do you have the ability?" The person who spoke earlier answered the words proudly, stretching out a finger to poke Wu Di's forehead.

A tiger's butt cannot be touched, but Wu Di's forehead is billions of times more dangerous.

There was only a crisp 'click' sound, and a severed finger flew out and landed in the young man's own mouth, blood dripping instantly.

"Ah, my finger." A shrill scream came from the young man's mouth.

"Looking for death." Du Ming's eyes suddenly turned cold, his murderous intent permeated, but his figure retreated suddenly, and with a wave of his big hand, he ordered others to rush forward, intending to take down Wu Di.

The man with the scar on his face took out a stabbed hammer, swung it vigorously, and smashed it right at Wu Di's head, trying to smash a million peach blossoms into bloom.

'Ding' Wu Di just pointed out a finger, and the hammer of the fourth-rank French soldier exploded.

"How is it possible?" The scarred youth was startled, but saw a fist enlarging in his pupils.

'Boom'

The eye sockets of the young man with the scar were sunken by Wu Di's fluttering punch, and he flew upside down, crashing through several walls, and fell in the ruins at the entrance of Xiaoyao Building, lifeless.

Immediately afterwards, there was an endless sound of bangs, and the 23 inner courtyard students who came to make trouble, except Du Ming, were all 'sent' outside the door one by one by Wu Di.

"No, don't, don't come here." Du Ming looked at Wu Di with a face full of fear, his face was pale, and he backed up unconsciously.

Wu Di's expression was calm, and he was not moved by Du Ming's begging for mercy. He stretched out his big hand, grabbed Du Ming's head, and smashed it to the ground like a toy.

'Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka' This is the sound of bones breaking in Du Ming's body.

Under Wu Di's swing, not a single bone in Du Ming's body was intact, and he was caught in Wu Di's hands like a puddle of mud and thrown out of Xiaoyao Building.

"It's so fierce." In the courtyard, Mo Fan glanced at Wu Di and praised.

"Who is that old man? Why is he so fierce?" Tang Xiaosan asked with some energy left.

"Between." Mo Fan replied and ignored Xue Liang, continuing to deal with Xue Liang.

'hold head high'

At this moment, two roaring sounds resembling the chant of dragons came from the distant sky, and two groups of blazing rays of light came at a high speed.

"This is Xiaoyaohui, if you want to fight, go to Xiaoyaotai to fight." An extremely majestic voice came from the shadow of the light group on the left.

"Xiaoyao Terrace will determine the winner." Another member of the light group also said the same.

"It's Xiaoyao's third Xia Honglin and fourth Yu Wenyan."

'Boom'

With a loud bang, the wall surrounding the Xiaoyao Building collapsed, and the smoke and dust shot up into the sky like thousands of dragons.

'duh'

A vacuum passage pierced through the smoke and dust, and two vermilion lacquer doors shot out from it, falling towards Xia Honglin and Yu Wenyan.

"A group of ants can fight if they want to, no matter what happens." An astonishing storm swept through the smoke and dust, like a hurricane passing through, overwhelming many people.

Feeling this breath, everyone knew that the most ruthless person on the Xiaoyao list had arrived, Xiaoyao number one, Xiao Zhang number one.

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