Chapter 1,710: Overtaking!

The miracle...has really begun.

In the Colosseum, the nobles who had been laughing at the scene no longer smiled, but looked at the scene in amazement.

"No way..."

"Those reptiles...are going to rebel!"

"This familiar situation...is our bet, going to...leave us?"

...

Some nobles even grinned, and the familiar feeling came over them, almost knocking them to the ground.

Count Xia Qiu's eyes narrowed, although she had a desire deep in her heart, hoping that Bu Fang would not repeat the mistakes of that man.

But she really didn't expect that Bu Fang could do this. Could it be that this cook...really wanted to accomplish a feat that no one had accomplished for countless years?

Maybe...really...there is hope?

But...this should be impossible.

The curse of the City of Nothingness is everywhere, and these exiled people are stained with the curse of the Curse Queen.

Unless the dark cuisine is used, it is impossible to suppress the torture and pain brought by the curse.

How can these people who have been tortured by the curse for countless years give up treatment for their own appetite?

Therefore, no chef can win this dark cuisine.

...

Bang bang bang!

One after another, the figures slammed into the wooden cart frantically, causing the wooden cart to creak.

A dirty and skinny figure grabbed the exiled person who ate Bu Fang's bean paste bun.

The curse power on this person's arm was suppressed to the point that it was almost invisible.

All this... is actually true!

At this moment, everyone was boiling!

In addition to the dark cuisine, it turns out that there is really a delicacy that can stop the curse in their bodies.

How can this not make them crazy!

As if confirmed, the exiled people raised their heads one by one, staring at Bu Fang with bright and eager eyes.

"Take your time, one by one."

Bu Fang said.

The next moment, he raised his arm on the wooden cart and kept snapping his fingers.

One after another, red bean paste buns burst out from the wooden cart, turning into streams of light and rushing into the crowd.

Roar!

The crowd immediately made a sound of snatching.

These exiles grabbed the red bean paste buns like crazy and stuffed them into their mouths impatiently.

One grabbed it, two grabbed it...

Stuffed them into their mouths one after another.

Their eyes were moist.

Smacking...

These people chewed frantically, and felt a warm current flowing through their bodies, as if their bodies were purified and baptized...

This feeling was inexplicably beautiful.

In fact, not all exiles chose Bu Fang.

After all...

Habits formed over countless years cannot be changed overnight.

Only about a hundred people tried to choose Bu Fang, and most of these hundred people were relatively weak and could not get the qualification to eat dark cuisine.

However, after eating the red bean paste buns, the hearts of those more than a hundred people were melted, and their bodies seemed to melt.

The power of the curse on them was constantly washed away.

Bu Fang stood with his hands behind his back, watching calmly.

In fact, he had expected all this.

His dishes can restrain the power of curse, which was reflected in Xiao You.

Compared with the curse power on Xiao You, the curse power of these people is actually easier to remove.

The man stood on the wooden cart, facing Bu Fang from a distance.

He was very confident because he was about to win.

Although it was unbelievable and unwilling to believe it, because Bu Fang actually took away a lot of curse power from his hands...

But it doesn't matter, his curse power has rushed to thirty-nine feet, close to fifty feet...

On the other hand, Bu Fang.

The curse power on Bu Fang's wooden cart, but barely broke through ten feet.

The gap is too big.

A miracle did happen, but this miracle cannot change the outcome.

Hmm?

Suddenly, the man frowned, he seemed to have noticed something unusual.

On Bu Fang's side, the cursed person who ate the bean paste bun stood up spontaneously and ran towards him.

"Eh... is it back?"

"Those who should come back will eventually come back..."

The man smiled.

This scene also made many people sneer.

The nobles' originally weakened momentum surged again for a while.

"That's right! Dark cuisine belongs to you!"

"Disgusting cuisine is worthy of you lowly reptiles! Hahaha!"

The roar of the nobles seemed to speed up the exiles.

The exiles who ran back from Bu Fang rushed into the crowd.

With a bang, it seemed to explode.

All the nobles froze.

The man's confident smile also froze on his face.

Because what happened at this moment was like a heavy hammer, hitting his chest hard...

It seemed that his chest was about to collapse.

The exiles who came back from Bu Fang's wooden cart grabbed the exiles in front of the man's wooden cart and said something.

Then, one by one, two by three, those exiled people who had originally firmly chosen men changed their direction.

They rushed towards Bu Fang's wooden cart like crazy.

The man who originally had a complete numerical advantage watched helplessly as his diners rushed towards Bu Fang's wooden cart one by one...

The atmosphere became awkward for a moment.

The nobles also stopped talking, and they were like eggplants beaten by frost.

"I……"

A nobleman opened his mouth. He seemed to have seen the scene of bets flying.

"It's okay! The cook is too late! Look at the power of the curse!"

Someone roared.

Like a final struggle.

The power of the curse on the man's side continued to rise, but of course, the speed slowed down a lot.

Now it has reached 42 feet. This is not the end, it is still rising...

And Bu Fang's wooden cart.

After experiencing the initial silence.

The next moment, the power of the curse surged.

Ten feet, twenty feet, thirty feet...

In just an instant, he rushed to thirty feet and was approaching the man!

A huge pressure instantly enveloped the man!

"Damn it! How is this possible!"

The man roared.

He shook his hand, and the dark food in the black pot started churning.

Wow…

Many dark dishes were floating and sinking in the porcelain bowls, falling towards a group of people.

"Eat...eat happily!"

"Eat more and contribute more curse power!"

The man yelled crazily, finally showing a trace of anxiety in his tone.

Bu Fang took his time and sat on the wooden cart, dangling his legs.

From time to time, he flicked it casually, and the bean paste buns suddenly burst out.

Underneath, there are exiles who can’t wait to try the red bean paste buns.

The power of the curse is constantly being washed away.

But the power of these people's curses was contributed to Bu Fang.

The power of the curse on the side that surrendered surged to new heights, and finally... broke through the forty-foot mark!

boom!

That moment.

A man is struck by lightning.

The nobleman's breath was also stagnant.

Damn...

Did this cook... specially slap them in the face?

The power of a man's curse is forty-six feet.

Bu Fang's curse power is forty feet long!

The gap... was only six feet.

And for every exiled person who had eaten the food, there were only about 240 left.

The decision continues.

The rickety old man stared at the light curtain in a daze, as if his heart was struck by something. This feeling was difficult to describe.

Back then, he was so defeated that he had no power to fight back.

Bu Fang, who gave him no hope, was about to create a miracle!

this……

The rickety old man had mixed feelings for a moment, and he stared at Bu Fang in the picture.

The young man's face was still expressionless, as calm as water.

That face was filled with confidence, and this confidence came from one's own strength...

Tens of thousands of years ago, he was so confident.

Maybe...he really has a chance to enter Bingcheng District.

…

Count Xiaqiu's breathing began to quicken.

She grabbed the railing with such force that the railing suddenly began to break, and gravel continued to roll down.

Maybe...she can really see that person this time? !

For a moment, she felt a little timid and a little frightened. This kind of emotion... hadn't appeared in how many years?

Count Xiaqiu, the saint of chaos who is decisive in killing, can actually have the mood of a deer?

Xiaoyou looked at it calmly.

Her expression didn't change at all.

The look of shock on the lady's face disappeared, and what appeared... was a smile.

It was a weird smile.

…

The warm bean paste bag was torn open, and the sticky bean paste was stuffed into the mouth and chewed, which made the numb exiles seem to be a lot more alive.

This feeling is hard to explain and very mysterious.

Bu Fang watched as everyone below them ate the red bean paste buns, and they were all the exiles crying with joy.

An unprecedented sense of satisfaction filled his heart.

These people have not given up treatment yet...

The corner of Bu Fang's mouth twitched slightly.

From the beginning to the end, Bu Fang was sitting on the wooden cart. He did not turn around to look at the cursed power behind him.

He had no idea how powerful the curse was.

He doesn't need to know, what he needs... is just a result.

The man's eyes seemed to be sunken, and the pressure made his voice hoarse.

The dark dishes were distributed crazily, and each portion was filled to the brim. He wanted to keep these diners.

damn it!

When will he actually use means to keep these reptiles...

The banished man's curse has less and less power.

Bu Fang's curse power also grew slowly.

However, the man's curse power grew more slowly.

Forty-eight feet...

The man looked at the power of the curse and gasped for air.

"Keep going! Don't stop!"

The nobles are also shouting, the growth of the curse's power determines their bets!

On Bu Fang's side, he was lightly handing out bean paste buns.

Perhaps this...is the highest level of pretentiousness.

Bang! ! !

The man roared.

He punched the wooden cart.

The dark food on the wooden cart splashes...

The power of his curse has stagnated at forty-nine feet, and is only one foot away from reaching fifty feet.

And the power of the curse on Bu Fang's side has reached...

forty nine!

Also forty-nine.

Wooden carts on both sides.

Two black cursed dragons were roaring, as if competing for glory with each other!

That scene was shocking!

"Eat quickly! Reptiles...eat quickly!"

"Don't you like it? Don't you want to eat it even if you kneel down and lick it?"

"Your treatment cannot stop! Eat quickly!"

The man grabbed the dark food and roared.

In front of his wooden cart, there were already few people.

Only a few figures were left.

A skinny man tremblingly grabbed the bowl of rice that the man stuffed in.

The black dark food inside was rolling...

As if it was wriggling...

The skinny figure glanced at the hideous and roaring man.

He glanced at Bu Fang in the distance, with his mouth slightly raised and his face expressionlessly distributing bean paste buns...

The skinny man, whose heart had been silent for countless years, suddenly became hot for some reason!

The man grabbed the bowl full of dark food and glanced at the man.

He stood up suddenly.

The thin body suddenly became as majestic as a towering mountain!

The skinny man grabbed the bowl and threw it to the ground.

His eyes were red, his neck was stiff, and he let out a roar...

That was a cry from the soul!

"You dare to yell at me!!!"

The man clenched his fists, furious!

The skinny man kicked the bowl on the ground, then raised his head, walked towards Bu Fang's wooden cart with a heroic and proud look!

Clank, clank!

At this moment.

The man only heard a burst of cracking sounds.

Those people rebelled...

The man seemed to have taken away all his strength...

He staggered back a step and fell on the wooden cart.

At this moment, he suddenly understood... For a chef, perhaps only... diners are the most important.

The skinny man grabbed the bean paste bun handed over by Bu Fang.

He stuffed it into his mouth voraciously.

Boom! !!!

A loud dragon roar sounded.

The cursed dragon on Bu Fang's wooden cart instantly broke through... fifty feet!