Chapter 171 Discussion

Huang Feng went to Ci Nian Temple the next day, but after just one night, the code didn't match. He could see that the doctor in front of him was not pretending to be stupid, but really didn't know what he was talking about.

It seems that a considerable number of people in Ci Nian Temple are doing what a real clinic should do, and the people who are hiding in it and contacting the assassin have disappeared without a trace.

"So well-informed?" Huang Feng was a little depressed and had to give up.

The people of Zhaoyang knew nothing about these things. Although there have been natural disasters in other places in recent years, the capital has always been prosperous. The cooking competition to be held in the near future is a first-class lively event.

Now the streets are bustling, and many chefs who came to the capital to participate in the competition set up stalls on the street to create momentum.

Huang Feng took a day off and asked Lu Kun to stroll on the street together, tasted a lot of food, and bought a lot of ingredients to take back.

Of course, the most important thing was not forgotten, which was to go to the government office to sign up for the competition.

"Did you really sign up?" Li Motang was a little surprised when he learned about it.

"Do you think I'm just talking?" Huang Feng snorted, "Although my cooking skills are not as good as other chefs, I also have advantages, such as special ingredients, advanced cooking techniques, and innovative food concepts, etc., which will let you know what molecular cuisine is."

Li Motang was confused and treated it as nonsense.

The cooking competition would not take up much time. Huang Feng rarely traveled since he came to Beijing. If he wanted to join in the fun, she had no reason to stop him.

"By the way, when can you help me ask when my little demon mother is going to return?" Huang Feng wanted to run to the Demon Collection Division to ask for her.

To be precise, if he hadn't considered it would be too embarrassing to go and fail, he would have gone.

"Just wait." Li Motang had no intention of asking for him.

...

Somewhere, many people were sitting in a room. The fresh and bright environment had no atmosphere of conspiracy at all.

However, when someone spoke, the target was directly pointed at Zhaoyang: "Cinian Temple was discovered. Fortunately, we got the news in advance and sent people to hide."

Another person spoke: "If they are still in Zhaoyang, Li Yin really wants to find these people. It's not difficult. It's better to give up on them."

The person sitting in the main seat listened for a while and said: "There is no need to give up on these people. They are still useful.

Li Yin probably already knows our identity and intentions. Even so, he still hasn't made any big moves. I heard that Zhaoyang will hold a cooking competition in the near future. It's really a peaceful and prosperous time. .

Why not let these people add some ingredients during this cooking competition? I want to see if Li Yin can still sit still! "

This person spoke, and the others had no objections and nodded: "I understand."

...

Xiao Nuan passed by the kitchen and looked inside curiously. Seeing Huang Feng tinkering with it mysteriously, she asked curiously: "Mr. Huang, what are you doing?"

Huang Feng was full of confidence: "Must-kill dish, winning dish, ice cream fruit salad, do you want to try it?"

Although every word was heard clearly, Xiao Nuan didn't understand it at all when put together.

Thinking that Huang Feng had planned to trick her into eating snake soup before, Xiao Nuan thought about it, shook her head, and slipped away.

"No good luck." Huang Feng felt sorry for her.

The days of studying cooking were very pleasant. Huang Feng hoped that this time could last longer, but he also knew that those who were plotting in the dark would not stop.

This may be the last calm before the storm.

There were many applicants for the cooking competition, but not everyone could go on stage. Huang Feng successfully passed the preliminary selection with his mustard fried pork with rice noodles.

While waiting for the day to officially go on stage, Li Motang suddenly came out and found him: "Follow me."

"What's wrong?" Huang Feng was very reluctant.

"Stop talking nonsense!" Li Motang urged him, and the two of them left the city together, flew dozens of miles, and found the wilderness in the dark and windy January.

Huang Feng tightened his clothes: "This is not good, what do you want to do?"

Li Motang drew his sword: "You owe me a fight."

"That..."

Without waiting for Huang Feng to refuse perfunctorily, Li Motang said seriously: "I feel that I am about to break through, but I lack a little opportunity."

"Did you lie to me?"

"What do you think?"

"Okay." Huang Feng nodded in agreement. Since it was a legitimate reason and not an excuse to stab him, it would be fine to agree, "But there is a problem."

"Say it."

"My skills are not good at fighting, only life and death."

"Then it depends on whether you have the ability to kill me." Li Motang couldn't wait any longer, and he pinched the sword formula with his hand, and the blue sword went straight to Huang Feng.

Halfway through the sword, one sword turned into ten thousand swords.

Huang Feng was stunned. He thought he would always try to be polite at the beginning, but he didn't expect Li Motang to be fierce enough. He immediately performed the "Close Defense Technique".

The 730-style smashed all the sword shadows with a more fierce attack.

But at this time, Huang Feng found that Li Motang had disappeared. The next moment, countless more of her floated out from all directions, and the figures were so numerous that it was difficult to distinguish them.

The surroundings were cold, and Li Motang's sword was very cold, with the aloofness and stunning beauty of the cold plum blossoms in December, as if a fairy from the sky surrounded him.

The 730-style tore apart the human figures one by one, but they were all phantoms. Even with the help of the "Flying Dragon Technique", it was unable to lock onto Li Motang's true body.

At this time, among the numerous human figures and the sword energy that was as chaotic as snow, a sword light suddenly broke through the blockade of the "Close Defense Technique" like the bright sun in the daytime that melted the snow and slashed towards him.

What a stunning sword, but Huang Feng was not afraid, he was well prepared.

Immortal Art, "Pioneer"!

Attack against attack, compared to this stunning sword, Huang Feng's attack was extremely powerful, and the violent spiritual energy crushed the sword.

However, what he didn't expect was that this sword turned out to be a dream bubble. Although he had been on guard against Li Motang's "Mirror Flower Water Moon", he was unable to defend himself.

Huang Feng quickly used the "Human Defense Technique" again. Although this skill could not resist Miss Qiu's kiss for the time being, it was more than enough to stop the attack of the cultivator in the Return to Void Realm.

Even though this Void Realm cultivator was Li Motang, who was known as the best sword cultivator of the younger generation!

As expected, the illusion was broken, and a sword came through the air, attacking his forehead head-on.

Li Motang saw that Huang Feng was deceived by "Mirror Flower Water Moon", and when she stabbed this sword, she was even a little worried, afraid that he would really be hurt.

But when she saw Huang Feng's slightly raised lips, she knew that she was worrying too much.

As expected, the sword broke in front of Huang Feng in an instant.

Li Motang had a feeling that the two of them were in different worlds, and her sword could not break this invisible barrier no matter what.

"Still want to show mercy?" Huang Feng's voice suddenly sounded in her ears, "You don't think I'm weaker than you, right? If you need it, you can use those magic weapons together."

Although she knew that Huang Feng was provoking her, Li Motang still couldn't control her emotions, not anger, but pride and stubbornness.

The spiritual energy in her body suddenly became agitated, like a flood that was opened and vented out.

This spiritual energy is like a long river flowing backwards towards the sky, rushing upstream to the sky, and connecting to the heavenly way.

If Li Motang's sword intention was just a cold plum blossom in the twelfth lunar month before, now it is a sea of ​​plum blossoms that dyes the pale ice and snow red for thousands of miles.

Break through the realm and merge with the way!

The next chapter will be at about the same time as yesterday, don't wait