Chapter 132 The End of the Ghost Chef

Zhan Kong and Bian Changkong were a little speechless with the arrogant words of the old drunkard. When the old drunkard competed for the fruit of enlightenment, he had put on an appearance that he was not short of money, and they had expected it in their hearts.

But they were a little hesitant, wondering if they should continue to bid, because none of them knew whether the dish made with the enlightenment fruit had the effect of the five-pattern enlightenment fruit, although Bu Fang vowed to have 100% yield. The ability of God of War to break through to God of War.

But as the eighth-rank God of War, they naturally have the absolute right to speak about this realm, and they are very clear about how difficult it is to break through to this realm.

Dare to say a 100% breakthrough for just one dish, this is simply a fantasy.

10,000 yuan crystals may be a lot for the seventh-rank war gods, but for the eighth-rank war gods, it is actually within the acceptable range, but they don't believe that a dish can have that kind of effect at all.

If the five-pattern Enlightenment Fruit is cut open, it means that the aura in it has almost dissipated. What effect can it have?

"Are you still bidding? If you don't pay... then this dish will belong to the old man." The old drunkard's wine gourd was placed on the table, and he pressed one hand on it, his eyes flicked over Zhan Kong and Bian Changkong. , he is also very clear that the two people in front of him are the ones who can really compete with him.

Xiao Meng was struggling in his heart. In fact, he really wanted to buy this dish, because he knew the efficacy of Boss Bu’s dish very well. Unfortunately...he couldn’t take out so many Yuanjing, or he didn’t dare to take out so many. Yuan Jing.

Because he is not alone, what he needs to care about is the Xiao Manor and the daily training expenses of the hundreds of people in the Xiao Family and Tiger Guards.

These people all need him to support them.

Bu Fang didn't care about their bids, because according to the nature of the system, no matter how much these people bid, the final sales that Bu Fang could get was 5,550 yuan crystals, which was fixed.

"The Wuwen Dao Enlightenment Fruit can already be regarded as an eighth-level spiritual fruit, and the price of the dishes produced is more than 5,000, which is considered normal." Bu Fang thought in his heart that the Binghuo Enlightenment Brew used three kinds of seventh-level elixir. It is brewed through a complicated process, and its price is only 500 yuan per cup.

The system's pricing is usually not much higher than the value of the ingredients. Bu Fang has long experienced this, because the dishes and ingredients used in the system are of great value, and it is reasonable to sell them more expensive.

Bu Fang was sitting on the chair, the cyclone in his dantian was slowly circulating, escaping the true energy to restore his physical strength and energy, he scanned the audience, and found that no one seemed to be bidding, and immediately narrowed his eyes .

"That's good... since none of you bid, then this old man will buy the Dragon Gate."

Bu Fang slammed his hands together, thought with a snap, twitched the corners of his mouth, and said solemnly, this is also announcing the ownership of this precious elixir diet.

The old drunk stroked his shaggy beard and grinned.

Zhan Kong and the others sighed lightly, feeling a little regretful and unwilling.

At the door, a palm suddenly covered the door frame. The skin on the palm was twisted and cracked inexplicably, and blood flowed down from the skin.

The ghost chef suddenly raised his head, his eyes were filled with madness, the severe pain from all over his body made him clearly understand that his time is running out, if he doesn't eat the five-line enlightenment fruit, his body will suffer from Thoroughly crippled and aged as a side effect of delicate broth.

He has been betting all the time, just to drink the broth at the last moment. This is his last hole card, and it is also the foundation of his confidence in obtaining the five-pattern enlightenment fruit.

But he was wrong, the two guys who rushed out of the small shop... hit him so helplessly that he almost despaired.

Chi Chi Chi!

As if his skin was being burned, Ghost Chef's skin was fading and cracking, and blood seeped out, making him hideous and terrifying.

His eyes were filled with madness, staring at the Yuelongmen that was placed on the table exuding thick heat and aura,

From this dish, he smelled the smell of five grain enlightenment fruit...

He longed for that dish, it was his last hope.

Boom! !

The ghost chef Wang Ding fought hard, under the crazy eyes, the whole person rushed towards him like a black shadow, and the target was the leaping dragon gate.

Everyone was still in shock at the moment, the appearance of the ghost chef surprised everyone, including Bu Fang.

"What the hell is this..." Bu Fang was taken aback by the ghost chef's scary hell-like appearance.

The stench wafting from the ghost chef's body made him frown.

The old drunk squinted his eyes, seeing that this ghost actually wanted to get his hands on the dishes he had just bought for 10,000 yuan crystals, he was immediately unhappy, his eyes glared, his white beard trembled, and he let out an angry roar.

This is the old drunkard's first shot.

The wine gourd was swung up, and it suddenly became bigger, turning into a wine gourd the size of a person.

The madness in the ghost chef's eyes remained undiminished. At this moment, only Yuelongmen was left in his mind, and only Yuelongmen could save him, so that he would not be completely abolished.

boom! !

The wine gourd slammed on the ghost chef's body fiercely, and a terrifying fluctuation of true energy burst out from the wine gourd. The ghost chef let out a stern roar, with tyranny in his eyes, and pointed his paw at the wine gourd. is to catch.

"Just because you, a trash who has taken eight drugs, is worthy of fighting with the old man?"

The old drunkard smiled disdainfully, grinned, the wine gourd spun immediately, and then he pressed his palm on the wine gourd, an irresistible force erupted, smashing the ghost chef into the air, flying out of the small shop.

Boom... The Ghost Chef rolled over and landed on the ground in the alley. The position... was just behind the ass of the old drunkard's donkey.

The ghost chef's whole body seemed to have been smashed, and the skin began to peel off.

The dumb donkey felt a stench coming from behind its fart, and even a coolness emerged. It was startled, and it yelled "Meme", then swung its hind hooves and kicked the ghost chef and lifted it up. on the head.

This is a gray donkey that can fly in the air. The donkey's hoof kicked on the head, which almost didn't let the ghost chef's head be smashed like a watermelon.

But it was also bursting with vigorous blood, Ghost Chef fell to the side, twitching, and the smelly blood was seeping out of his body.

Everyone walked out of the small shop, stood at the door, and frowned at the miserable appearance of the ghost chef.

Seeing the ghost chef's final fate, Xiao Meng also sighed softly, but a big stone fell from his heart, and the ghost chef, the culprit, was finally punished.

Zhan Kong looked at the skin that was constantly cracking on Ghost Chef's body, his eyes under the silver mask looked a little dignified.

"This ghost thing must be taking drugs, but the side effects of this drug...somewhat creepy."

"Don't you two feel that the side effects of this ghost thing after taking the medicine are very similar to the means of that force?" Bian Changkong took a deep breath, his face froze, and said.

Both the old drunkard and Zhan Kong were taken aback for a moment, and then their expressions changed drastically.

"Are you saying that this guy...or that the medicine this bastard took is related to the Asura Sect that plagued my southern border thousands of years ago?" The old drunkard said with a gloomy expression.

Shuramen, that is a terrifying force that has been covered in dust for many years.

"The old man has only seen in the records of the Manshen Temple that a kind of elixir called Soul Devouring Pill can temporarily stimulate people's potential and enable people to obtain a short-term leap in strength, but it has very cruel side effects. The ghost in front of me should have taken the Soul Eater Pill by special means."

Bian Changkong hunched over, watching the ghost chef's cracked skin start to fester, and became more and more disgusted.

Zhan Kong took a deep breath, cupped his hands at the old drunkard and Bian Changkong, and said, "If this person is really related to Shuramen, then I must take him away. Shuramen has some ties to my Baiyun Villa. , The two of you should have heard about it too."

Bian Changkong and the old drunkard nodded. Although they were not the top figures in their respective forces, they knew a lot of information, and what Zhan Kong said was true, so they did not refute it.

After Zhan Kong thanked the two of them, his eyes turned cold towards the ghost chef. A light flashed in his hand, and a dark chain appeared.

Lock up the ghost chef, the runes on the chain flicker, so that the ghost chef can't move, um... Although the ghost chef who was kicked by the donkey's hoof has already been confused.

Bu Fang curled up on the chair, which would make him feel more comfortable.

He glanced at the serious-looking old alcoholic crowded at the door, and said, "Do you still want to eat this dish? Don't blame me for not reminding you, if it gets cold...the effect might be weakened."

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