“666!

Yuxi, 666!"

It was almost noon, and the sun rose high. In the warm spring sun, Masada of Takemiya raised a right fist, like a Young Pioneer who swore to join the team in the face of the bright red team flag, solemn, solemn and sacred.

Serious men will never look ugly, even an old man. It turns out that shouting at 666 at 66 at a pilgrimage mentality will not be inconsistent, but instead makes the atmosphere in the Zhou family courtyard relax.

Lu Tianming forced himself to hold back his laughter and looked at Shi Buyu with a playful look. He suddenly regretted that he didn't have a smartphone, otherwise he could have recorded this historic moment. Not everyone had the chance to see the old beggar shouting Liu Liu.

Shi Buyu's eyebrows frowned into the character "Chuan". No matter how he looked at it, he felt that Masada Wumura was like a fool. What was so fatal was that he would soon become such a fool...

Reject? That can't!

Although the old beggar has a bad temper, she likes to catch anyone, but she has always been the most rules and respects the teacher the most.

Since he has become a disciple of Zhou Dong, the master's words are an order. Unless he scores the ball and goes out of the master now, he has to shout Liu Liu Liu according to Zhou Dong's request.

The old beggar is actually a little embarrassed. He has always been a person with a rough appearance and delicate heart. The old monk said that he is "the heart has a rose, and the color is a tiger." He said that he is a little bit like a knife and a tofu heart.

"Old stone?"

Zhou Dong held the "Little Master Zhou's kitchen knife" in his hand, and a slight blue light appeared in the sun. Seeing Shi Buyu still hesitating, he frowned.

"Uh, okay, okay."

Shi Buyu sighed helplessly, and also imitated the way that Masada of Wugong raised his right fist and roared: "Liu Liu Liu!"

Gu Yanan, who was standing beside him, subconsciously wanted to follow the Eight Immortals to cross the sea. Fortunately, he woke up temporarily and did not mess around.

Recently, she has been in the Jiuzhou male god group for a long time. She often sees videos of the waiter Xiao Nizi playing boxing. Over time, she has learned a few moves, but she is really itchy to find someone to play boxing as her identity.

‘Ding, the legendary sword skill breakthrough mission was completed, and the host successfully accepted two divine chefs as disciples. It was really 666...’

"System, don't talk nonsense, have my sword skill upgraded successfully?"

Before Zhou Dong finished speaking, he felt a slight numbness in the cerebral cortex as if it was electric shocked, and an indescribable force instantly traveled throughout his body.

At the same time, countless knife shadows reflected like a lantern in my mind, cutting, slice, chopping, chopping, straight, pulling, obliquely, back, sawing, rolling, pushing!

Each basic sword technique was quickly broken down into countless subtle fragments in his mind. He had never had such a clear and profound understanding. Zhou Dong was like a martial arts master who had obtained a top secret book. He quickly broke through the current realm and his understanding of sword technique reached a mysterious and mysterious state of "god and clear" that could not be explained.

The realm of gods has become a god.

God is a mysterious area of ​​the brain that has not been developed by mortals; the wisdom is exploring and fully familiarizing themselves with these mysterious areas!

In any industry, you have already become the god of the industry.

Now Zhou Dong is already a real chef in terms of knife skills. He is now the god of diligence in China!

"My knife can break through the sky!"

Zhou Dong felt a sensation of itchy hands, and suddenly a gust of spring breeze blew, and Gu Yanan's hair fell off naturally, and flew to his eyes with a faint fragrance.

The blue light suddenly rose and slashed out ten swords in an instant. When everyone saw clearly what he had cut, Gu Yanan's beautiful hair had been cut into eleven from beginning to end.

Wugong Masada widened his old eyes and jumped hard, and then he grabbed two threads. However, the rest were too thin and light, and they disappeared after being swept by the spring breeze.

‘A sword is shocking the world and can help the beauty’s hair!’

"Master Zhou, it's really amazing...so amazing..."

Takemiya Masada held these two strands of dissected hair and forgot how this Chinese idiom was said.

"It's amazing!"

Shi Buyu sighed and looked at Zhou Dong blankly. Such magical sword skills only existed in legends. How could he expect it to appear in front of him? His long sigh was both convincing and emotion, because only chefs whose cooking skills reached his level would truly understand that practicing sword skills was not just a little talent and diligence, but it must be an unparalleled genius and persistent practice.

This master was not wrong, and he didn't need to mention breaking the door and getting out of the master. When he thought of his age, Shi Buyu couldn't help but smile bitterly. I'm afraid that the beggar would never be able to get out of the master in his life...

Zhou Dong put the knife in his hand, and felt calm in his heart. The knife just now was like the final adjustment, allowing him to completely transform the legendary sword into his body. From then on, the sword was united and there was no food in the world that could not be cut off.

"Senior Lu, is the time up?"

"Just right, Brother Zhou, everything depends on you!"

Lu Tianming stood in front of the clay pot, watching the glutinous rice flour that had just been poured gradually merge with the light boiling juice in the tank, revealing a stream of elegant fragrance, and knew that the time had come. After taking the paper grate and gently sank it into the tank, I waited for more than ten seconds before I slowly lifted it up.

Just when the paper grate left the water surface and a thin piece of green and bright purple appeared faintly on the grate, Lu Tianming shouted: "Time is here, you have three seconds!"

Was the cook who made spring bamboo shoots and food paper back then the chef? Perhaps, maybe not, but at the last moment, the master who decomposes spring bamboo shoot fibers is only half a step away, and in terms of time, it is definitely not as fine and fast as three seconds. Lu Tianming is a contemporary chef, and his intention to seek completeness and beauty is a bit stronger than the creator of spring bamboo shoots and paper back then.

So that is to say, if Zhou Dong could really separate the spring bamboo shoot fibers according to his requirements, the spring bamboo shoot paper made today will not only restore the ancient method, but will even take a step further!

Zhou Dong shouted softly: "Come bamboo shoots!"

"I'll do it!"

"I'll do it!"

"let me!"

"Don't fight, let's come together!"

The first one to do was Masada Wumura, who followed the old beggars and did not fall behind. Huai Liangren and Yan Yi joined hands. Four famous chefs from both generations, both young and old, competed with each other, and almost at the same time, they found four spring bamboo shoots that were the best-selling and the most thoroughly dried, and threw them directly into the air.

Zhou Dong didn't blink his eyelids, and he didn't even take a look. As his ears trembled, a faint blue light was like a fine knife array, directly swept four spring bamboo shoots into it.

In one second, wherever the blue knife skills went, the four spring bamboo shoots had been removed from the hard skin and bitter layer, becoming smooth and smooth.

In two seconds, something seemed to explode in a dark blue knife light, as if it was thrown into a spoonful of white soup from a marshmallow machine, and a large ball of cloud silk floss instantly expanded.

"The bamboo fiber was stripped out by Master Zhou, and it only took two seconds!"
Chapter completed!