Eight Hundred and Twentieth Chapters End of the Competition

The playoff is over.

Liu Wanshi pressed Qian Song Bao with all the full marks.

In fact, the result was already doomed after Jun Changxiao's routine. After all, which one is the strongest in the big pot, Yangzhou in the southwest will look for Wangu.

certainly.

It is impossible to deny Qian Songbao's strength. After all, the score gap is not large, and he did not lose to the public, but to the more eloquent professional judges.

"The champion of the 50th God of Cookery Competition—" Huang Jinduan announced loudly, "Liu Wanshi!"

"Junior sister is mighty!"

"Senior sister is mighty!"

The disciples of the Eternal Sect shouted loudly!

"Miss Liu, congratulations." Qian Songbao came to congratulate.

In fact, when he saw the process of making fried noodles, he knew that he would definitely lose, so he could still bear it.

Liu Wanshi smiled and said, "You are also very powerful."

He got full marks for himself, because he had to prepare three meals a day for his classmates. He had never done it before. If he could get the approval of 5,000 people, he must have some strength.

this point.

Jun Changxiao is undeniable.

In terms of cooking skills alone, Qian Songbao is not inferior to Liu Wanshi, whoever wins the God of Cookery Championship will be well deserved.

But in order to over-complete epic tasks and get higher rewards, you can only use small routines.

"Can I taste it?"

Qian Songbao looked at the remaining fried noodles, his eyes glittering.

He is a cook and a foodie.

Now that the game is over, the identity of the chef can be removed and replaced by a real foodie!

Huang Jinduo said: "Yes."

The little guy walked to the dining table, picked up the strong fried noodles with chopsticks and put it in his mouth, chewing and chewing, he remembered the scene of being rescued to eat fried rice, and tears fell unconsciously.

"father!"

Qian Songbao put down his chopsticks and choked, "I don't want to go home and inherit the Wanguan family property..."

When I came, there was not much money and I made an agreement with my son.

If you can't win the championship in the God of Cookery contest, then come back obediently and follow the arrangement.

Qian Songbao yearns for an unfettered life, and does not want to be imprisoned in a cage and walk down the road paved by his father.

But... If he didn't win the God of Cookery contest, he was destined to obey the arrangement, go home and inherit the property, and be a rich second generation obediently.

How many people dream, he actually dislikes it.

Liu Wanshi smiled and said, "You can join Wangu Sect, and I will teach you how to make fried rice and noodles!"

Seeing that the little girl took the initiative to win over talents for the sect, Jun Chang smiled with a smile of relief on his face.

Qian Songbao was struggling, obviously already tempted.

After thinking for a while, he said with difficulty: "I'm lazy and don't like to cook rice in a big pot. Can...can I just eat it?"

pure food?

Jun Chang smiled and rolled his eyes.

My Eternal Sect does not support idlers or foodies!

"this……"

Liu Wanshi looked at Jun Chang and smiled and said, "I think the sect master should be happy."

Have fun!

Although Jun Changxiao was very broken, on second thought, this guy is a rich second generation after all, and it is not bad to recruit.

What's more, lazy like Peppa the wild boar, isn't he still industrious under his own training?

Jun Changxiao said through the sound transmission: "Girl, tell him that this seat is allowed to join the Eternal Sect, but the entry fee may be a little expensive."

You can eat it, you have to pay.

"Oh."

Liu Wanshi said the Sect Master's words, and Qian Songbao said with a smile, "As long as I can eat Miss Liu's meal every day, the entry fee is not a problem!"

Seeing him so cheerful, Jun Changxiao decided, "I've accepted this disciple!"

Under everyone's attention, Liu Wanshi, the champion of the 50th God of Cookery Competition, held the big ear cup.

"Hahaha!"

Yi Tianxing, who was in the Tianyu King City Certification Hall, laughed loudly in the sky.

The God of Cooking Competition has nothing to do with martial arts, but when the disciples of the Wangu Sect won the championship, they can naturally show off in front of others.

During this period of time, Wan Guzong has done a lot of great things, and you can show off any one you choose, so when the certification hall met,

Which one do you choose?

So confusing, so hard to choose.

Elder Zhou and Elder Zhen, who were standing behind, breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, this is the God of Cooking competition. If it is replaced by a competition related to martial arts, and Wan Gu Zong wins the championship, the owner of the pavilion may be paralyzed again at this moment.

"Ding! The host's sect disciple Liu Wanshi won the God of Cookery Championship, meeting the defined conditions, completing the epic mission with a completion degree of 200, and the host receiving 40,000 contribution points."

"Ding! Contribution value: 0."

"Ding! Contribution value overflow..."

The moment Liu Wanshi picked up the trophy, a pleasant reminder sounded in Jun Changxiao's ear, and his soul seemed to float out of the sky.

"Ding! Check that the host has Epic Quest Seven, and the Epic Quest 8 rewards will be issued together with the completion of Epic Quest 7."

When floating to the highest point in the sky, suddenly a sap knocked down, and the soul hit directly back into the body!

Jun Changxiao broke down in his heart and said, "This restriction is really a fucking bastard!"

Clearly completing the quest, but unable to get the reward because of another quest limit, it is indeed very sad.

What's even more tragic is that Shi Qi's mission has met the completion criteria, but the time-limited mission can only enter the settlement period after one year.

"Hey."

Jun Chang smiled and sighed: "The road is long, and I will go up and down to find it."

After the awards, the God of Cookery Contest was officially announced, and all the warriors left the stage, but the warriors who were fortunate enough to be judged by the public were still reminiscing about the fried noodles they just ate.

"It's amazing to get pasta to this level!"

"If you can eat the fried noodles made by that girl every day, it will definitely be the happiest thing in the world!"

"It's decided, I'm going to the Wangu Sect to sign up!"

Many warriors couldn't stand the temptation of delicious food, and they had plans to sign up in Qingyang County.

This is something Jun Changxiao didn't expect, because in his calculations, someone came to sign up, mostly because of the advertising effect.

"Sect Master Jun, are you in a hurry to leave as soon as you win the championship?"

At the gate of the City Lord's Mansion, City Lord Han personally saw him off.

Jun Chang smiled and said, "Zongmen's affairs are busy, and Jun has to go back quickly."

"All right."

The Lord of Hancheng cupped his hands and said, "See you again by fate."

Jun Chang smiled and said: "As long as City Lord Han prepares well according to the ideas given by Jun, the next Dragon Tiger Hegemony will definitely make a lot of money."

City Lord Han said in a righteous manner: "Money is something outside the body, and Han has already seen it."

Jun Changxiao's mouth twitched.

When you collected the spirit stones, you laughed even happier than me, the ghosts believe it!

"Farewell!"

"Farewell!"

Jun Changxiao left the imperial city with Liu Wanshi, Demon King Zixi and Yao Mengying.

Although one of the latter two is a demon king and the other has an innate demon body, nothing happened, they just came to cheer.

Qian Songbao did not go to Yangzhou in the southwest with him, but went home first to discuss with his father.

What he thought was to eat the food made by Liu Wanshi every day, but what Jun Changxiao thought was that the dining hall could set up another deputy head, this kid is competent enough.

"Um?"

Walking out of the imperial city, Lin Yao with a knife on his waist leaned against a tree on the side of the road ahead.

Although the face was young, it showed a sense of vicissitudes.

"Sect Master."

Lin Yao turned around and cupped his hands: "I, Lin Yao, have no family or sect. I am a wandering cultivator and want to join your sect!"

There are quite a few people who require this kind of direct entry.

"Can you endure hardship?"

"can."

"Can you suffer?"

"can."

"Can you throw your head and blood for the sect?"

"can!"

Facing Jun Changxiao's series of inquiries, Lin Yao answered quickly and simply.

There is sincerity in his eyes, and obviously he really wants to join the Wangu Sect and become one of them.

"Go back to the Eternal Sect with this seat." Jun Chang smiled.

Lin Yao cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Sect Master!"

As a result, one more person returned to the Zongmen team.

On the way, Jun Changxiao thought about it: "This one can be in charge of chopping vegetables together with Ma Yongning."

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