Chapter 979 It's All a Misunderstanding

"This..." There were still a few smiling Maitreya's subordinates hiding far away in the kitchen. At this moment, they all looked at each other in blank dismay. They were afraid of Xiao Chen, who was as difficult to mess with as a demon, and did not dare to confess the smiling Maitreya. Can look left and right, pretending not to hear Xiao Chen's question just now.

However, Xiao Chen didn't intend to really ask anything. Just now, with the spiritual consciousness of a cultivator, he sensed Pan Xianzong's attacking action, and he dodged in time, but he happened to see the dough on the ground. He knew it with his toes, sure. It was the smiling Maitreya who did it.

"You...how did you escape? It's impossible! Even the tenth level of Wu Wang Dzogchen can't hide from my throwing knife. Could it be that you are already at the level of Wu Zun?" Pan Xianzong looked at Xiao Chen in disbelief.

Just now he only felt a figure flash past in front of him, and then his throwing knife missed, and he didn't see Xiao Chen's movements clearly at all, so he was terrified in his heart.

"Wu Wang Wu Zun? Are you here to make noodle slices? You couldn't even hold on to the guy who made money, so he just flew out. It seems that your craftsmanship is nothing more than that!" Xiao Chen gave Pan Xianzong a dissatisfied look. He walked over with the dough, put it on the table in front of him, and waved unhurriedly: "Come on, come on, I'll give you another chance, this time you're sure!"

"I'll cut your grandma's ass off!" Pan Xianzong finally understood what Xiao Chen was saying this time, and suddenly felt that he had been greatly insulted. Chen shot straight away, one of them hit Xiao Chen's heart, and the other blocked Xiao Chen's escape route!

This move "Desperate Crazy Sword" is Pan Xianzong's specialty martial art. It pinches left and right and seals all escape routes. Few people can escape. Even if King Wu Dayuan tried his best to dodge by coincidence, he would have to pay the price of injury !

"Puff" came twice, Xiao Chen didn't have time to dodge, his chest and back were pierced by flying knives at the same time!

"Stinky boy, didn't you just talk hard just now? How is it now? Is it uncomfortable to be stabbed by my flying knife?" Pan Xianzong said triumphantly with his eyes squinted.

I saw that the flying knife sank into Xiao Chen's chest so deeply that it was almost useless, but even though he was seriously injured, Xiao Chen still stood there without changing his expression, as if he didn't respond.

Pan Xianzong laughed loudly and said: "Don't be brave! Let me tell you, both of my Desperate Demon Knives are smeared with highly poisonous poison. Don't look at you can still rely on the demonic energy to hold on. It won't be long before the poison is gone. It will invade the internal organs, you just wait for the seven orifices to bleed, and die of pain! Hahahaha!"

"Hey, it seems that not only are your skills poor, but your eyesight is also bad!" Xiao Chen shook his head, raised the dough in his hand and shook it in front of Pan Xianzong, and said helplessly, "Do you think you can stick a knife into the dough?" Come on, is it called knife-sliced ​​noodles? With your skills, how dare you come out to make a fool of yourself? What about special knife-sliced ​​noodles, I feel ashamed to be my admirer! You should go back and practice for a few more years!"

"What?!" Pan Xianzong only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and the scene in front of him suddenly changed. He saw Xiao Chen holding the dough in his left hand, standing there leisurely, and the two throwing knives he shot just now were inserted firmly. On top of the dough!

"This..." Pan Xianzong opened his mouth wide and was speechless. He was stunned for a while, and then he shouted loudly: "This is impossible! Just now the flying knife was already inserted into your body, how could... run to From the dough?"

"It's been said that you are old and dim, why don't you believe it?" Xiao Chen sighed, his left hand shook slightly, and the two throwing knives fell to the ground with a bang.

Just now he simply set up an illusion to make Pan Xianzong think that he was shot by the flying knives, but in fact he just caught the flying knives with dough!

"You fart!" Pan Xianzong blushed, turned his head angrily, and asked the smiling Maitreya subordinate who was hiding far away by the window: "You guys! Tell me the truth, did Xiao Chen get stabbed by a flying knife just now? ? Hurry up! Or I'll kill you!"

"Yes...is it..." Smiling Maitreya's subordinates looked at each other, scratched their heads, and replied uncertainly.

In fact, what they saw just now was also the phantom of Xiao Chen being stabbed, but Xiao Chen was clearly standing there at this moment, alive and kicking and unscathed! What the hell is going on here?

"Come on, don't talk about it, do you know how to make noodles? With your rubbish skills, even making noodles is a waste of materials, so you should die!" Xiao Chen directly called the dough in his hand to Pan Xianzong's forehead!

"Ah!!!" Before Pan Xianzong could react, he felt a flash of cold light, and two flying knives pierced his eyes instantly!

Pan Xianzong only had time to let out a scream, and then fell straight down, his face was green, and he couldn't breathe in a blink of an eye. He didn't understand what happened before he died.

The smiling Maitreya was afraid of being accidentally injured by the flying knives again, so he deliberately moved closer and hid behind the door panel. As soon as he probed, he saw the scene where two flying knives and dough sank into Pan Xianzong's head!

He was immediately frightened and stupid. He thought that Pan Xianzong would be able to deal with Xiao Chen with ease, but he was played around by Xiao Chen, and finally lost his life! This Xiao Chen is simply too terrifying!

"Mian-shaved Maitreya, don't hide, hurry up and get me in!" Xiao Chen patted the flour on his hands and shouted towards the door.

"Yes, yes, what orders does Xiao Daxia have?" The smiling Maitreya was agitated, and he didn't dare to hide, and hurriedly ran in front of Xiao Chen, his legs swaying non-stop, with a humble expression on his face.

"What the hell did you find a pastry chef? Just this skill, didn't you see him cut himself to death? My young master is still hungry! Are you deliberately playing with me?" Xiao Chen wrinkled Frowning, pointing at the nose of the smiling Maitreya, he cursed.

"Misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding!" Smiling Maitreya broke out in cold sweat and waved his hands again and again.

Looking at Pan Xianzong, who was lying on the ground, dead and unable to die any more, the smiling Maitreya couldn't help crying secretly, what's going on? He absolutely didn't believe that Pan Xianzong could really cut himself to death by cutting his face, but the facts are in front of him!

What he saw seemed to be that Pan Xianzong was actually cutting the dough with a knife, otherwise why would the dough still be on the knife?

"Misunderstanding? Then you explain to Mr. Ben! Otherwise, I will hang you outside the window of the living room all day today!" Xiao Chen said coldly.

Smiling Maitreya thought of that scene, and suddenly shuddered, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and said with a bitter face: "Hero Xiao, this... I am actually not very familiar with this guy, I only know that he is your admirer! If I had known that he cut the face If he did so poorly, I won't let him do it!"