Chapter 657: Cooking Noodles in the Rain
"Boss Bu, can I have a bowl of noodles?"
When Xiao Yue said this, he had a smile on his face. He really didn't expect Bu Fang to appear at this time.
Although in terms of strength, the appearance of Bu Fang is useless, but... Xiao Yue, as an acquaintance of the Qingfeng Empire, how could he recognize Bu Fang according to common sense?
Boss Bu is a person who works miracles, and his strength cannot be judged by the appearance alone.
That's why Xiao Yue opened his mouth. He remembered that Bu Fang had a kind of ramen... The ramen was enough to make his cultivation explode again, and his strength increased a lot. Maybe it was the key to this counter-kill.
The rain continued, getting worse and worse.
The pattering rainwater splashed on the oil-paper umbrella, as if it was about to throw the oil-paper umbrella tottering.
However, the hand holding the umbrella is so strong that the oil-paper umbrella is still as solid as a rock even under the heavy rain.
Bu Fang walked slowly with Xiao Ya, and he saw Xiao Yue who was covered in blood under the brush of the rain, and was in a panic.
He saw six people holding long swords around Xiao Yue.
He also felt the incomparably sharp sword aura permeating the air, which made his skin slightly goose bumps.
But he didn't back down, and he didn't take Xiao Ya to detour.
Instead, he continued to move forward, walking slowly, stepping on the water-stained ground.
Xiaoya followed step by step, since the little girl met Bu Fang, she was a little confused by what she had experienced.
Xiao Yue's words surprised everyone.
The six swordsmen narrowed their eyes, and looked at Bu Fang's position with incomparable suction.
Soon, Bu Fangfang fell into their sight, and that faint aura was fully exposed.
Suddenly, the six swordsmen felt strange for a while.
Is this Xiao Yue desperate? If you pull someone, just use it as a life-saving straw?
The breath of the person who came here is so weak, but he is only in the state of God, how can he be saved?
And... noodles? At this time, almost on the verge of death, this Xiao Yue actually wanted to eat noodles?
How could this kind of person be the top genius in our Tianshu Holy Land? How could it be an existence that made Tianshu Shengzi extremely afraid?
Is he here to be funny?
The six swordsmen looked at each other in blank dismay, with expressions of puzzlement and sarcasm on their faces.
Restaurant on the second floor.
Xiao Liancheng was also holding a wine glass and drinking fine wine, he also saw Bu Fang, and recognized that Bu Fang was the young man who dared to challenge Tianquan Shengzi in the royal palace.
Suddenly, a sneer appeared on Xiao Liancheng's face.
"Is Xiao Yue really in despair? Broke the pot... Find a dying person as a life-saving straw. If he can't even save himself, how can he save you... This time, Xiao Yue, you will die."
Xiao Liancheng twitched the corner of his mouth, revealing a smile.
He squeezed the wine glass violently.
With a clicking sound, the wine glass shattered, and the scattered fragments turned into powder, which mixed with the wine in the glass and became a bit cloudy.
The liquor and the glass turned into a water mass.
Xiao Liancheng flicked his fingers, and immediately the water polo flew towards the air and exploded in the air.
This was like a signal, causing the six swordsmen who were in a daze to come back to their senses, and their sword intent suddenly became violent.
The six headed towards Xiao Yue again.
And that young man...
According to the order of the Holy Son, it is also... shoot to kill.
Since the Holy Son wants him to die, let him die.
Crash.
Water splashes.
Bu Fang stopped in his tracks, looking at the six people rushing towards Xiao Yue with a calm expression. The rain all over the sky was scattered under the sword energy of the six people, making the water vapor permeate the surroundings, hazy.
"Little Ya, hold an umbrella and don't get drenched."
Bu Fang handed the oil-paper umbrella to Xiao Ya, who hugged the umbrella pole with both hands, stepped back a few steps, and stared at Bu Fang.
As soon as the umbrella was taken out, the rain fell on him.
However, the sparrow feather robe on Bu Fang's body moved without wind, and an invisible force swayed up, isolating the rain one after another.
"A bowl of noodles, right? I'll make it for you."
Bu Fang said lightly.
After hearing this, Xiao Yue laughed out loud, the buzzing of the long sword in his hand turned out to be more powerful, and he swept out with a sword roar.
"Then just wait!"
The six people were taken aback by Xiao Yue's sudden burst of confidence, and all took a few steps back.
Green smoke swirled up from Bu Fang's hand, and a basalt black cauldron emerged, heavy and simple, as if carrying a terrible coercion.
Xiao Liancheng from the restaurant on the second floor narrowed his eyes, what is this young man going to do? He actually took out a pot... Really planning to make noodles?
The six swordsmen were also a little puzzled, but they didn't care, their goal was to kill Xiao Yue.
If Xiao Yue doesn't die... Once they return to the Tianshu Holy Land, they will be miserable.
Xiao Yue's talent is too amazing, give him enough time to grow, they will definitely be played to death!
In fact, since Xiao Yue entered the Tianshu Holy Land, the means he has grown up to now have made many people feel disappointed.
Since they have already attacked Xiao Yue, they can't show any kindness, they must be killed!
The six sword lights burst out in an instant, circulating above the sky, as if turning into a long dragon, roaring out.
Xiao Yue held the sword in one hand, and his hair was stuck to his face under the dripping rain, but his eyes were extremely sharp and murderous.
Holding the sword in both hands, he slashed out with one sword.
It collided with the Stegosaurus that had gathered six sword qis, and it was thrown into the air, the wounds on its body burst open, and blood gushed out.
He himself spat out a mouthful of blood, staggered back a few steps, and leaned on the ground with his long sword to stabilize his figure.
The faces of the six swordsmen were also turbulent, with blood overflowing from the corners of their mouths.
This time the collision... both losers.
But they knew that Xiao Yue was at the end of his rope, and if he did it again, he would definitely be killed.
But Xiao Yue ignored them and turned to look in Bu Fang's direction.
Bu Fang opened his mouth and spewed out a golden flame. The flame surged like a fire dragon, steaming hot, and the rain was evaporated in an instant, turning into misty mist.
Misty water mist rose and spread, covering the surrounding area.
hum...
The flame burst out and got into the bottom of the basalt pot.
With a thought of Bu Fang, a bag of Tianshan Lingquan water was spilled from the system space bag. It was poured into the Xuanwu pot with a clatter.
The intense heat of the heaven and earth Xuanhuo caused the Tianshan Lingquan water in the Xuanwu pot to boil in an instant.
Bu Fang was expressionless, and with a wave of his hand, thin lines of ramen immediately flew up, fluttering around his body like silk, which was so beautiful that it attracted people's eyes.
With a loud crash, the noodles fell into the Xuanwu pot and were swallowed by the boiling Tianshan Lingquan water.
Gululu, the hot air rises like a long dragon.
It spun around above the sky and went straight to the sky, attracting the attention of many people.
The six swordsmen were in a daze for a while, did this guy really face each other on the spot?
But...is it necessary? What can a bowl of noodles save? Even a bowl of noodles from Ouyang Shenfeng, the first-class chef of Noodle King Restaurant, can't make Xiao Yue out of desperation!
Xiao Yue must die, and this young man who cooks noodles must also die!
Xiao Liancheng couldn't help showing a mocking smile as he looked at the gradually hazy picture.
"It's really young..."
The next moment, his eyes shone with brilliance, as if there were silver lights flowing in them, and the white mist that shrouded his eyes dissipated, and he could see the picture very clearly.
Crash!
A blue and white porcelain bowl flew out, floating above Bu Fang's palm.
Bu Fang squinted at the few people in the distance, and stretched out his hand to pat the pot.
Suddenly the basalt pot exploded.
White noodles flew out of it and fell into the bowl.
Spoon a spoonful of abyss chili sauce into it, and let the noodle soup melt into it.
Immediately, a bowl of steaming ramen ramen is completed.
With a thought, a fragrant beef ball flew out from the system space bag, and there was brilliance circulating in the beef ball.
The keel kitchen knife emerged, and with a twist of the blade, Bu Bian cut the vigorous beef ball in half, causing the oil juice in it to splash into the ramen and land on the top of the ramen firmly.
There was a buzzing sound, the basalt pot disappeared, and the keel kitchen knife disappeared.
The blue and white porcelain bowl fell firmly into Bu Fang's hands.
The warm feeling spread into Bu Fang's palm along the bowl.
Fragrant beef balls runaway ramen is complete.
Xiao Yue smelled the fragrance that filled the air, and a nostalgic expression appeared on his exhausted face.
Even though the scent was washed away by the rain, he was still very intoxicated.
"The noodles you want, all right."
The bird's feather robe was shaking, blowing away the rain.
Bu Fang flicked his fingers, and flicked on the wall of the blue and white porcelain bowl, causing the blue and white porcelain bowl to fly out, flying towards Xiao Yue.
What magic can a bowl of noodles have? !
The six swordsmen looked at each other in blank dismay looking at the rampant ramen that seemed to have nothing magical about it.
The second floor of the restaurant.
Xiao Liancheng's silver eyes swept away, and under his spiritual eyes, a shocking aura burst out from that bowl of ramen ramen, and the aura flowed in an orderly manner, as if condensed into a formation.
The formation is very mysterious, and it will be difficult for him to see through it for a while.
But there is no doubt that this bowl of noodles is absolutely extraordinary!
No! More than extraordinary!
No wonder Xiao Yue wanted such a bowl of noodles. If the aura gathered by the formation inside was absorbed by Xiao Yue, the burst of strength would be absolutely terrifying!
Slapping the dining table with one hand, a long sword that had not been drawn from the sheath behind Xiao Liancheng suddenly roared out.
On the sword body, the sword light erupted, and the dense sword air flowed, like a sun of sword intent, galloping towards Xiao Yue.
"Kill him! Don't let him touch your face!"
Xiao Liancheng said coldly, the voice boomed out!
The hearts of the six swordsmen froze immediately, and everyone's eyes showed astonishment, but the next moment, the sword intent flowed, and they shot out one after another, rushing towards Xiao Yue.
The whole picture has become quite weird.
Xiao Yue stood on the spot, on the left was a bowl of violent ramen ramen that swayed and exuded heat, while on the right of Xiao Yue, there was a round of sword-like sun with tyrannical breath and sword light soaring to the sky, and six swordsmen rushed to kill.
The sharp contrast between the two sides is beyond people's imagination.
The two parties seemed to be in a hurry.
Xiao Yue leaned on the sword and stood on the spot. He turned his head to look at the ramen that floated towards him, and a smile appeared on his face.
He ignored the approaching Xiao Liancheng's sword intent and the killing intent of the six swordsmen.
Xiao Yue straightened up and stretched out his hand, grabbing the blue and white porcelain bowl.
Holding the bowl, he faced the raging sword intent like a little sun, and the six swordsmen surrounding it.
With a grin at the corner of his mouth, he poured the ramen ramen into his mouth.
The next moment, the Sun Sword Intent roared, covering the position where he was standing.
The six swordsmen also rushed straight to the sky with their sword energy, and cut them down with a bang! !
...
Bu Fang exhaled lightly, clapped his hands, and after shaking off the water stains in his hands, he slowly walked in front of Xiao Ya, took the umbrella from Xiao Ya's hand, and propped it up.
The rain splashed on the oil-paper umbrella, Bu Fang looked indifferently into the distance, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
"A bowl of ramen and a beef ball for you, it should be over."
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