One Punch Chef

Chapter 482 Gold Trial Silver Judgment
The inner OS of the pure white dragon: "What exactly does this human being want to do? What are those strange instruments? Is it the latest punishment tool? Is this a complete break? Okay, fine, even if I am seriously injured, you Don't think about it... But those herbs that should be cherished, I didn't expect there to be so many, I would have looted him beforehand."

The silver-haired girl OS in her heart: "Although there are some things I haven't seen before, those should be kitchen utensils for cooking, right? Is he a chef? Professional? But it's really a pity, because the dress fits well."

Wu Di was holding a kitchen knife in one hand and a spoon in the other. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the giant dragon behind him from time to time. He was fighting fiercely in his heart.

This pure white dragon looks mighty and majestic at first glance, which is very in line with Wu Di's vision. After Yin Er's setback, Wu Di's original thoughts on owning a mount have faded, but now seeing this At the time of the giant dragon, Wu Di's mind became active again.

Dragon Knight, sounds pretty good!

But... this white dragon is a species that has never been eaten before. What should I do? Should I discuss with him and exchange a small piece of meat for cooking?

As Wu Di was thinking, he looked up and down the pure white dragon, hesitant to speak.

In the end, it was the giant dragon that was the first to be defeated by Wu Di's eyes. After realizing the meaning contained in Wu Di's eyes, he was immediately annoyed. The huge dragon's body released a strong dragon power at this moment, making the cave There was a burst of rock rolling.

'zizi'

The wound on the dragon's forehead pierced by the gold handle began to spurt blood again, like a small fountain.

Wu Di calmly knocked the stones that fell on his one-third of an acre into the air or turned them into ashes, and then took the blood from Bailong's forehead into a large bowl with lightning speed. inside.

If you can’t eat dragon meat, it’s not bad to try some dragon blood soup!
Seeing that Wu Di seemed to be cooking her blood, the anger that the giant dragon had finally calmed down surged into his heart again, but this time, before Bai Long could get angry, Wu Di took out a meaty ingredient that was immediately ordered. Bai Long was speechless.

It was a piece of meat that had been processed so that it could no longer be seen what race it was, but Bailong felt a strong sense of threat from that piece of meat. Even with her bloodline and current cultivation, if she met The owner of that piece of meat must have escaped for his life.

There is nothing wrong with that, it is definitely a real existence in the holy realm, an existence that she is still unable to contend with.

However, in front of the human being in front of him, the existence of that holy realm was just a piece of food in his hands. This contrast was too strong, which made the always rebellious Bailong stunned for a while.

Not to mention that the silver-haired girl who didn't even have any fluctuations in her cultivation, rolled her eyes and passed out under the coercion naturally emanating from that piece of holy flesh.

Wu Di put all kinds of auxiliary herbs such as elixir into each pot, and then began to process the main ingredients of the holy ingredients.

'when'

Wu Di held a kitchen knife and cut it off with one knife, but the result was unsatisfactory, which made Wu Di frown.

When he went down with the knife, the piece of holy food was not cut open, but a hole was wound on the blade.

"Although I don't know what you want to do, but that knife is obviously the lowest level thing. It's just whimsical to want to use it to cut the body of the holy land." Bailong's reminder came.

Wu Di ignored it, straightened the wounded kitchen knife, dropped the knife again, and cut it in two.

The tough holy ingredients were cut in half without any blockage this time, but at the same time, the kitchen knife was completely scrapped.

Having been with me for so many years, this kitchen knife is Wu Di’s old buddy. Unfortunately, this time it finally ‘died away’. Xu Santong helped to restore it, and with Xu Santong's weapon refining method, it must be able to restore it to its original state.

Just when Wu Di accidentally lost his mind again, the pure white dragon behind him was already stunned, unable to control himself for a long time.

She was asking herself what had she seen before?That's definitely just an ordinary kitchen knife, right?Why can an ordinary kitchen knife cut through the flesh of a strong man in the Holy Land!
"Sure enough, it's still too weak. The condition is too bad. It takes so much effort to cut a dish." Wu Di felt the re-opened wounds on her body, and couldn't help shaking her head.

In this battle, Wu Di was more traumatized than imagined, so that the secret power that can be unconsciously attached to the kitchen knife to protect it is invalid, and it is no longer as convenient as before.

Thinking of this, Wu Di waved his hand, and a golden holy sword exuding holy waves appeared in Wu Di's hands. Although it is broken now, it was once a holy weapon after all, and it could barely be used.

However, just as Wu Di took out the golden holy sword, the white dragon behind Wu Di suddenly shook violently, with a painful expression on his face. induction.

Wisps of blood spurted from the wound as if money was not needed.

Wu Di looked at the golden holy sword suspiciously, then at the white dragon, and said, "Do you want the sword on your head? If not, I'll use it to cut vegetables with two knives."

Bai Long rolled his big eyes, and in fact he was about to roll his eyes and hiccup.

"Do you want it? I want you to look, didn't you see that my aunt was about to be stabbed to death by this sword?"

Seeing that Bailong just kept twitching and didn't answer, Wu Di gestured twice, and finally jumped up lightly, passing through the ball of golden light with his empty left hand, he closed his hand neatly, and held the broad sword in hand.

It wasn't until the light on the sword faded away that Wu Di was surprised to find that the size and shape of this broad sword was exactly the same as the other one in his hand, but the color was not the gold that he saw at first, but silver.

"Tsk tsk" Wu Di held two swords and danced a few sword flowers at random, feeling pretty good.

After the silver holy sword was separated from the body, Bailong's miserable state was relieved to the greatest extent.

Seven days ago, he was hunted down by the strong men of the Holy See. When he was about to flee, he was disturbed by a "something" that fell from the sky, which caused a sword in his forehead and was pierced by the Holy See's Silver Judgment Sword. Under great pressure and pain.

Now suddenly relaxed, that feeling is wonderful.

After a while, Bailong opened his eyes again and looked at Wu Di. To be precise, it was the golden holy sword in Wu Di's hand, and the pair of dragon pupils widened at the next moment.

"That is the golden sword of judgment lost by the Holy See 200 million years ago. How could it be in your hands?"

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(End of this chapter)