Chapter 652 Heavenly Spring Son

The hustle and bustle outside the noodle shop caused many people to turn their heads and look over.

Such a large formation still attracted the attention of many people. In Glutton Valley, there are very few people who can make such a large formation.

When everyone looked at it, they saw a figure in a golden robe walking in from the outside.

This man is tall and tall, with dragon leather boots on his feet, a golden crown on his head, and a golden robe. He is noble and magnificent.

Just looking at it, everyone felt a burst of burning eyes, as if a very terrifying aura emanated from that person, and faintly, everyone seemed to be in a trance.

Hiss!

Everyone gasped.

"This is the Holy Son of Tianquan! The top existence among the young generation of Tianquan Holy Land, has he passed the test? He actually appeared in this time's feast of immortals!"

"Holy Son of Tianquan Holy Land! I heard that five soul ladders have been condensed, and we are about to start condensing the sixth soul ladder..."

"I finally saw the living Son! It looks really scary!"

...

The diners in the restaurant felt a burst of terror when they looked at Shengzi Quan that day.

The coercion on this person is really too heavy.

As soon as he entered the noodle shop, Tianquan Shengzi's eyes turned and fell on Xiao Yue who was sitting on the seat. His eyes were extremely sharp, like a long sword about to tear the sky.

Xiao Yue frowned, his face serious.

He also turned his head to look at Tianquan Shengzi, and there seemed to be some rivalry between the two of them.

However, Xiao Yue's aura is still much worse than that of Tianquan Shengzi, just like the gap between Haoyue and Yinghuo.

But this is also normal.

After all, the Holy Son of Tianquan is a strong man in the Soul Realm who has condensed five soul ladders, and the Holy Son of a great holy place in the Qianlong King's Court, so he is naturally extraordinary.

Although Xiao Yue is also a leader among the younger generation, his cultivation base is just a strong person in the soul realm who has just condensed the soul ladder, and he is naturally much weaker than the holy son of Tianquan.

But everyone has no doubt that this Xiao Yue will definitely have the opportunity to grow into a terrifying existence like the Son of Tianquan!

hum...

Tianquan Shengzi stood quietly like this, his aura continued to rise, and he slowly rolled towards Xiao Yue like a big mountain.

Xiao Yue's face was as solemn as water, and the glazed long sword behind him began to shake rapidly, surging sword intent permeated from Xiao Yue's body, resisting the coercion of Tianquan Shengzi.

Everyone held their breath, watching this scene, as if the Son of Tianquan was bullying the young genius of Tianshu Holy Land.

Suddenly, Tianquan Shengzi raised his palm, that slender palm gathered together, and pointed out.

Xiao Yue's eyes shrank, and his body trembled.

The long sword behind him whizzed up, and the sword chanted, the sword light was bright and dazzling, and the whole noodle shop was full of sword energy.

Ding!

One finger crushes one sword.

The two collided in the void, and the sword energy collapsed and shattered directly under this finger.

Xiao Yue's long sword hovered in front of him, shaking constantly, and the sword groaned endlessly.

Tianquan Shengzi held his hands behind his back, and a look of arrogance appeared in his eyes.

Everyone felt chills. Is Tianquan Shengzi really going to kill the genius of Tianshu Holy Land in this palace? !

This may really provoke a war between Tianquan Holy Land and Tianshu Holy Land.

It is said that Tianquan Shengzi is domineering, and what he sees now, he is really domineering.

Xiao Yue was also terrified in his heart. Naturally, he couldn't just sit and wait for death so easily, so he had to fight back.

Tianquan Shengzi's shot was also somewhat beyond his expectation.

Or to put it another way... Tianquan Shengzi was very likely to be shot by someone.

As for who invited Tianquan Shengzi to act... Xiao Yue knew it in his heart.

Holding the hilt of the sword, Xiao Yue's hair fluttered suddenly, and his eyes became very sharp.

"Huh? Still want to resist?" Tianquan Shengzi narrowed his eyes.

Turning fingers into palms, he slapped Xiao Yue.

The long sword seems to be bent.

...

in the kitchen.

Ouyang Shenfeng smiled and led Bu Fang into the kitchen.

This kitchen is very big, there is a lot of people in it, there are many people, all kinds of fires are burning in the sky, and all kinds of aromas are tangy.

In front of rows of stoves, there were many chefs wearing chef robes, who were cooking delicious dishes in full swing. Bu Fang even saw a second-class chef among them.

In addition to the stove, there is a separate place in the kitchen for making pasta, where the flour is flying and the sound of clapping the pasta resounds endlessly.

The two of them entered the kitchen.

The chefs all greeted Ouyang Shenfeng respectfully.

Ouyang Shenfeng also nodded with a smile. By the way, he said a few words of encouragement to everyone, without the arrogance of a first-class chef at all.

His peacefulness made Bu Fang slightly surprised.

"Little friend, come here." Ouyang Shenfeng said with a smile.

The chefs who were cooking around were all stunned.

What? Chef Ouyang is going to bring this kid into the kitchen rhythm? That is Chef Ouyang's own kitchen!

On weekdays, other people have no chance to enter at all, unless Ouyang Shenfeng wants to teach cooking, his chef apprentices will enter, otherwise no chance for others to enter at all.

Now he brought an extremely strange young man into the kitchen.

Is this young man Chef Ouyang's new apprentice chef?

But... look at this, no!

However, when an insider told Bu Fang what he said in the noodle restaurant, many chefs were stunned for a moment, and their eyes widened the next moment.

"What? The little cook actually said that he wanted to teach Chef Ouyang how to cook pasta?"

"That guy is so crazy! Chef Ouyang is a first-class chef, where does that kid have the confidence and courage to speak wild words!"

"Let's go! Sneak over to have a look, this little cook is in the rhythm of doing things!"

...

Many chef apprentices were whispering to each other, and righteous indignation appeared on their faces.

The second-class chef even played with the glazed kitchen knife in his hand, frowning tightly, and his eyes were quite cold.

His respect for Chef Ouyang made him not allow others to insult him like this.

That's right, he felt that Bu Fang was insulting him!

So, a group of people gathered in front of Chef Ouyang's kitchen, poked their heads out, and looked into the kitchen.

Bu Fang came to Ouyang Shenfeng's kitchen.

This kitchen is separated separately, and all the equipment in the kitchen is much better than that in the front kitchen, the key point is the exquisite kitchen knife in the center of the kitchen.

That kitchen knife is really very delicate, unlike that peculiar kitchen knife, which is extremely domineering, but has a kind of Xiaojiabiyu, whose blade is almost transparent.

"This is my exclusive kitchen knife. When I became a first-class chef, I asked the elders in the valley to make a kitchen knife for me, called the Cicada Wing Knife."

Mentioning this kitchen knife, Ouyang Shenfeng was extremely proud.

As if interested, Ouyang Shenfeng hooked his hand, and the kitchen knife fell into his hand. With a slight movement of his fingers, the kitchen knife turned in his hand as fast as lightning, which was almost invisible.

The Cicada Wing Knife is as thin as a cicada's wing.

Bu Fang was also quite amazed by this kitchen knife. Compared with the Ice Soul kitchen knife in his knife cabinet, this Cicada Wing knife is much more advanced.

"The kitchen is here, let me show you how little friend makes pasta." Ouyang Shenfeng said.

This time, the smile on his face faded slightly.

As a first-class chef, he naturally has the pride of belonging to a first-class chef.

Although he also knows that his noodles may have some flaws in the production process, he has been looking for this flaw and improving it.

However, he was still a little uncomfortable when Bu Fang proposed it so boldly.

The people outside the door also held their breath when they saw this scene.

Some people even sneered in their hearts.

I just think this young man is here to pretend.

Bu Fang glanced at Ouyang Shenfeng, but said nothing.

He exhaled lightly, and the next moment, blue smoke curled up in his hand, and a slight dragon chant resounded immediately.

A black kitchen knife appeared in Bu Fang's hand.

hum...

Ouyang Shenfeng's eyes shrank, and the cicada wing knife in his hand trembled slightly the moment the pitch-black kitchen knife appeared at this step.

What's going on? !

Ouyang Shenfeng looked at Bu Fang and the kitchen knife in Bu Fang's hand in surprise.

Holding the keel kitchen knife horizontally, Bu Fang didn't explain anything. Of course, he didn't know what to explain. Of course, he couldn't explain the origin of the keel kitchen knife.

The kitchen knife flicked in his hand, and then he picked it up from the air, and a bag of flour flew towards him.

The kitchen knife picked lightly.

The cloth bag containing the flour had a crack, and the white flour inside fell from it.

The unique fragrance of flour diffuses, and there is a fresh wave of aura.

"Good noodles!" Bu Fang raised his hands, the zhenqi in his hands condensed, and continuously absorbed the flour in his hands, making the white flour float around his palms, quite dense under the light.

"This is the flour made from the unique spirit wheat in Taotie Valley, so it is naturally good." Ouyang Shenfeng explained.

He stared at Bu Fang, as if he wanted to see through Bu Fang.

But Bu Fang's body seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, which made him completely unable to see through.

The next moment, his eyes suddenly shrank.

Because Bu Fang started to move.

Crash!

Yingying water droplets flew out, and immediately mixed with the suspended flour in Bu Fang's hands.

"Use clean water?"

Ouyang Shenfeng was taken aback, when he kneaded the noodles, he always used elixir juice, or powerful spirit beast blood, so that the kneaded noodles were full of unique fluctuations.

That way the noodles are more flavorful.

Bu Fang seemed to understand what Ouyang Shenfeng was thinking, and with a twitch of his mouth, he said, "Clear water won't overwhelm the unique fragrance of flour, and that fragrance is the most important."

Brush!

Bu Fang's hand suddenly retracted.

Immediately, there was a roar, like an explosion, and the powder ball that turned into flour swelled a lot, as if an explosion had occurred inside.

Boom boom boom! !

Bu Fang's thoughts sank, and a majestic mental force surged out, and the dough balls exploded and roared continuously.

There was a bang.

The powder was thrown onto the stove by Bu Fang.

The violent sound frightened everyone into a daze.

Ouyang Shenfeng also had a weird face, looking at Bu Fang strangely.

Are you kneading or throwing noodles?

Think you can knead good noodles if you smash them? !

But Bu Fang didn't pay any attention to the strange and doubtful eyes of the crowd, the powder ball in his hand rose and he flicked it again.

Snapped! !

It hit the stove hard.

Ouyang Shenfeng looked at Bu Fang's movements, and suddenly his face froze, and something incredible appeared in his eyes.

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