Chapter 1018

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Said that this knife is small, is relative to the general kitchen knife.

Even, the size of this knife is not as big as a fruit knife.

If you have to say the specifications, it is a bit close to the scalpel in the doctor's hand.

The lightweight "scalpel" was extremely agile in Dongfang Luyong's hands and danced in mid-air.

The noodle pieces were quickly cut into needle-like thicknesses by this extreme knife and slowly fell into the pot.

This can be said to be the most gorgeous knife craftsmanship present, which amazes countless people.

But none of these people behaved as pompously as a single person.

Ji San of the Ji family, with a solemn expression, slowly exhaled a turbid breath.

After adjusting his breathing, he suddenly shouted, and his palms drew countless phantoms, which were continuously shot on the dough.

"So fast!"

"With this frequency of beating, the noodles made by this person must be quite chewy!"

"This time, I'll bet on this Ji San to win!"

Hearing the exclamation in his ears, Ji San's face overflowed with pride.

He glanced at Ye Hong provocatively, and thought to himself: Maybe our Ji family will never be able to avenge the ancient martial arts, but I, Ji San, are going to defeat you today, disgusting and disgusting you!

Ji San is the third-ranked existence in the sequence of children with surnames outside the Ji family, and the strength of Xingyi Boxing is second only to the first Ling Yan and the second Ji Er.

Now he is equivalent to opening a physical plug-in and integrating Xingyiquan into the noodle making process.

Liu Yijin looked at Ji San's movements in amazement, and suddenly raised his hands and shouted, "Judges, this person is using ancient martial arts in the competition. This is naked, naked, naked cheating!"

Fang Yaoting frowned, went to Mo Tianlin and exchanged a few words with him, then nodded and returned to the arena.

He said blankly: "There is no such taboo in this rule, so Ji San is not a foul."

"Damn!" Liu Yijin thumped the table angrily, and suddenly covered his heart with a pained expression, as if his heart ached from anger.

Hearing Fang Yaoting's words, Ji San was even more in control.

However, at this moment, Ye Hong suddenly glanced at Ji San lightly.

This understated glance made Ji San's expression stiff.

"He, is he going to shoot at me!?"

The tragic situation of the old master before his death kept reappearing in Ji San's mind, causing him to tremble, and the movements in his hands were also confused for half a beat.

It was this half-shot that made the dough in Ji San's hand fly straight out.

"Do not!"

Looking at the dough that fell to the ground, Ji San wanted to cry without tears.

Although the ingredients can be provided indefinitely, but now that the race is over halfway through, it is too late for Ji San to start from scratch.

In desperation, Ji San had to raise his hand with grief and indignation: "Abstain..."

"Ji San has withdrawn from the God of Cooking Tournament."

Fang Yaoting's loud voice announced that Ji San, the first knockout of this competition, was born.

Countless people sighed, but no one understood the anguish in Ji San's heart.

It was because of his shadow on Ye Hong that he failed.

If this reason is known, it will surely make him even more embarrassed.

Therefore, Ji San didn't dare to stay any longer, and left the arena in a sullen mood.

The representative of his own family was eliminated first, but Ji Chuanshuo, the head of the family, showed no regret or anger at all, and still had a good conversation with Yao Kuang, the head of the Yao family.

It's just that his eyes were looking blankly at the masked man Dongfang Luyong in the field.

"Ding! Trigger the entry-level multitasking ability!"

After Ye Hong eliminated Ji San "looking", he continued to observe the fifth Qinglan, the black-clothed woman, distractedly.

From this woman, Ye Hong could detect a bit of strangeness from time to time.