Gourmet of Another World

The black pot falling from the sky slammed in front of Ansheng. The horrible knife struck Xuanwu pot, making a fierce roar, and the horrible air waves scattered.

Everyone's heart pounded, swallowed a sip of spit, and looked incredibly at that heavy, quaint black pot.

It is incredible that the sword of the Golden Knife struck the basalt pot without leaving any trace on it.

This is definitely not an ordinary pot.

The golden knife also picked the eyebrows slightly. The red eyes were bright and bright, staring at the bashful pot.

His casual knife, not to mention a black pot, even ten black pots can be chopped unless the material of the black pot is very different.

The witch looks at the pan and her eyes shrink. Isn't this Mr. Bao's black pot? He...

Ann turned her head and looked behind her and saw the walk that pushed the bronze door open, not slowly.

Wearing a sparrow feather robe, the red and white sparrow feather robe looks like a burning flame, eye-catching and dazzling.

The right hand of the gait is slightly sagging, the black bandage is tied to it, one corner is dropped along the arm, under the breeze, slightly shaking.

Is this the cook?

The golden knife looked at the light-hearted walk out of the restaurant and the light in his eyes swelled.

It was this kid who caused the fall of Son Tianquan...

The gait looked at the pale, papery witch Ambrose and frowned. He slowly stepped forward to the staring Ambrose.

Arms wrapped in black bandages lifted and floated on a baseball pot.

A blast.

The Xuanwu pot became smaller and was carried by foot.

The gait looked up at the golden knife and his face was faint. He turned his head and looked at the anchor who had fallen on the floor. He twisted his neck and frowned.

“Who hurt you? ”

The witch Ambrose has not returned to God at this moment, and was deterred by the hegemony of the pedestrian.

For a long time, the way she felt about walking was the kind of face that was cold, hot, unspoken, and silly.

But it didn't occur to me that Boss Bo also had such a hegemony...

It's just... you can't be rude right now. The enemy is too powerful to deal with.

I didn't see that even the owner of the house, Danqing, was beaten like a fallen dog by the golden armor man.

“Boss Bao! Run!” The witch Anjong returned, shouting unconsciously.

“Run? You just have to tell me who hurt you.” The foot waved a basketball pot and a strong wind blew his hair in a wave.

“Very overbearing... you little cook, I hurt him... so what? ”

The golden knife watched a pot with a forced gait, and also felt a blaze of fire.

Didn't the little chef know he was about to face the golden knife?

Even if Taotie Valley elder Chu Changsheng saw him, he had to be scared. This little cook didn't even look at him at all.

It really is... to die!

“Is that you?” The gait raised its head and looked faceless at the stern, solid gold knife covered in packages.

How invisible is this guy to wrap himself up so tight?

Grasping Xuanwu Pan, he exhaled gently.

“Bullying my chef apprentice on foot? Do I really have the temper to walk? ”

The gait squints, and the next moment, the step is to step out.

The breath began to climb, as if there was a shackle behind him.

The five supreme shackles were so conspicuous, they swayed, and the horrible energy spilled out of him.

Everybody's a dork.

The witch Ambrose is also a fool.

The South Palace, hiding in the crowd, is also the corner of the mouth...

Old moves, old moves, you are a comedian.

The golden knife in front of you is capable of bloodbathing the Lord's existence. What is it that makes you look like a weak chicken?

Not enough slap!

There was also despair in the eyes of the witch Ambrose, who thought the boss was so overbearing that he had what belonged to him.

As a result... he stood out like a stunner and exploded... the scent of the divine realm.

Even at the height of the divine realm, can it be an opponent of the Golden Knife?

The gap is too big!

Boo-hoo!

The pitch-black black gas rose from the bandages in the pedestrian hand and then covered the entire arm of the pedestrian.

“It's really death! Even Chu Changsheng wouldn't dare pretend like this in front of me, you little cook, what the hell! ”

Boom!!

Scarlet energy burst suddenly in the eyes of the golden knife, and the breath rolled up.

Terrible repression spreads from time to time, making everyone feel like their bodies are trembling, as if they were oppressed by a great mountain of majesty.

The golden armor guard did not move, but a group of alchemists behind the golden armor guard were shaking their legs slightly, directly on their knees.

Some people are even more unbearable, that horrible breath, coughing blood back.

Everyone's eyes are full of horror.

This is the scent of the Divine Soul Realm, and it is not the ordinary Divine Soul Realm. The white Soul Ladder is together, two, three... seven!

Full of seven soul ladders, this presence... How can it appear in the Dan Palace!!

Everyone's face has changed.

They have been poor all their lives without ever having seen the strong realm of the divine soul, and now when it appears, it is the realm of the divine soul that emerges with seven waves of spiritual ladders.

That kind of existence is much more powerful than the landing master!

This little chef, faced with such a horror!

The breath of the golden knife rushes straight into the sky.

Seven spiritual ladders blossom brilliantly, and at the top of those seven spiritual ladders, one is formed in a reflection, dropping glow.

This is a unique symbol of the strong who belong to the royal sanctuary, and the stars reflect.

Because each of the seven holy places represents a star, they can gain the strength of the star, making their fighting power even stronger.

The Golden Knife is the guardian of the Heavenly Springs Holy Land, and the holding obtained is the holding of the Heavenly Springs Star above the Heavenly Springs!

Boom!

Many people feel repressed, as if the ground were going to crack open.

“The divine body... the presence of ants, dare to pretend in front of this protective law... if you can do it, keep pretending! ”

The golden knife said cold.

Eyes like a knife. When the breath erupted, there was a knife all around. The sharp knife seemed to cut the ground, causing it to collapse continuously.

In Yunlan Restaurant, Xiaoyu held the porcelain plate with her hand and pulled dragon blood rice into her mouth with her hand. She stood at the door and watched the golden knife confronting the gait.

The little girl also learned the appearance of Xiaoyu, holding the plate in one hand, scooping the egg fried rice with a porcelain spoon, staring into her eyes.

The dog didn't care about all of this, humming against the porcelain plate, against the delicious drunken ribs.

Nothing can disturb the dog's drunken ribs.

Not even if the sky collapses...

The gait crooked his head and looked lightly at the golden knife, he had a system on him, and the pressure of the golden knife was no threat to him at all.

She exhaled gently, turning her gait and looking at Ambrose, a wizard trembling with trepidation.

“You go into the restaurant and let Yang Meiji take care of your injuries.” Pedestrian.

The witch Ambrose was stunned and seemed to see the irrefutable in the gait.

Anjing climbed up from the ground, limping toward the restaurant, the closer it was to the restaurant, the lower and lower the pressure of the golden knife... This stunned Anjing and surprised him.

Looking at the little ghost and bud who leaned on the door for a special meal, the corner of Anjin's mouth also had to be smoked.

At this point, she seemed to find herself in a terrible place to be an apprentice.

When the witch Anjing entered the restaurant, the walking formula turned her head back, her eyes swept away, and she fell on the bloody, dying Rokudanqing.

It is hard to imagine how excited he was yesterday, persuading him to flee Rodanqing today turned into such a miserable look.

There's no doubt that this guy did it right in front of him.

“You little chef, the meteor of the Son of Heavenly Springs has an inseparable stake, and you harbor the spirit of the ruins without forgiveness! Kill!”

The golden knife said seriously.

When the tone drops, the anger of slaughter rises.

The golden knife stepped out and suddenly appeared in front of the pedestrian as if it were shrinking.

The tumultuous air currents caused by the horrific pressure allowed the hair on the side of the concession to float, as did the velvet strapped to the hair.

The golden knife raised its hand, wanting to shoot the foot in one hand.

He just can't stand watching this little chef act like shit!

With the power of the Seven Soul Ladders, it is too easy to kill a weak chicken of the Divine Body.

The air seems to be squeaking at this moment.

Dropped with one hand.

Boom!!

With a loud noise, everyone's eyes shrink at this moment, and breathing is stagnant.

Even the Golden Knife trembled.

Incredibly, looking at the past, I found myself in the palm of my hand not taking pictures of the little chef dressed as meat.

A black pot blocked his palm.

With his full hand, he still leaves no trace on the baseball pot.

Instead, it was in the black pot, as if there was a horror to the ultimate fierce beast roaring and rushing out, causing the Golden Knife to panic and take a step back.

The true qi of the footsteps poured into the bashful pot and shook.

Then Xuanwu pan is to shake the palm of the golden knife.

Afterwards, the Xuanwu pot was swinging, and the head towards the Golden Knife was smashed into the past.

Walking with a black pot is like smashing someone's head. The texture of the head when it collides with the black pot makes the gait feel very comfortable.

The power of terror bursts suddenly into the tapestry arms wrapped in black gas, a pot of terror and power.

The golden knife also seemed to feel a crisis, with his hands crossed against his chest, but when the black pot fell, he still felt a terrible outburst of energy.

Boom.

The golden knife is actually a step or two back from being smashed by a walking formula.

Every step is taken, the ground masonry is collapsed directly by the step.

Everyone saw the golden knife retreat and was stuck.

With the power of the divine realm, the powerful degenerate, this... where the hell is the monster from?!

The arm wrapped in a black bandage on the foot sounded like a low roar. The foot felt a little numb on the palm of the hand. Obviously, the hand of the golden knife was also very strange.

“I knew a lazy dog's hair would come out...” After all, he sighed, and still had a huge gap with the spiritual realm.

It would be nice if the lazy dog could do it directly, but where would the lazy dog do it so easily, if it didn't survive to the point of endangering drunken ribs, the lazy dog would move his claws.

Normally, walking is not an incentive.

Of course, it would be much better if White were here at the moment.

The gait sighed, fights and all... very tired.

But sometimes you have to fight, people float in rivers and lakes, how can you not wave pot?!

The golden knife that was repelled by a pot suddenly blew its hair, and the smell of terror pervaded it. The knife in one direction was easy to chop! It's like cutting a knife out of a foot!