Gourmet of Another World

Everyone raised their heads and looked up at the dome.

There, the dark clouds roll like they want to crush the city, with thunderbolts rolling and roaring in the dark clouds, with terrible fluctuations, roaring the heavens and the earth.

The dark thunderbolt of thunderbolts, like a dark sword, tears down from the thousands of clouds, accompanied by a repressive roar.

Blue thunder dragon with teeth dancing claws, roaring the sky.

- Black and blue belong to Liu Mubai and Pedestrian Thunder Punishment respectively.

The former, cooking dark cuisine, provokes black thunder penalty.

The food on foot is the trigger for the blue thunder penalty.

The thunder dragon is entangled, as if there is a constant roar.

According to normal practice, in everyone's view, the next thing should be the collision of thunder dragons, one black and one blue thunder dragon should collide in the void.

And the truth, indeed, is what they think.

Thunder dragons poured down and collided with each other.

Black and blue entanglement caused a terrible explosion and roar.

On the other hand, the black thunder arc and the blue thunder arc burst out, tearing the void apart as if it were going to crumble.

Two lightning penalties were handed down at the touch, each toward the two chefs on the battlefield.

All the audience got loud.

“What's going on? Didn't the thunder penalty of the kitchen fight have to be spelled? ”

“For the first time in a kitchen fight, we see each other attacking the chef's thunder penalty! ”

“Can you stop it? It feels hard to stop! ”

……

All the fairy chefs around them breathed a sip of cool air, and they could feel the terrible power of the thunder penalty.

That power caused his body to tremble.

The gaze of the gait flashed.

In front of him, the orange-red demon Newton burst into a beef, the horn topped the sky.

Wow!!

In the distance, standing on the back of the skin, like a drunken white, suddenly spirited, mechanical eyes, thunderbolted.

The next moment, the metal wings spread out behind you.

A bang, a burst of noise, rushed towards the thunderbolt arc, which fell in a gait direction.

A huge black hole spinning out of the rounded belly.

Boom!!!

Blue thunder fell.

Xiaobai stood on the ring, his stomach topped the sky, the black hole swept away, the thunder dragon fell, all absorbed by the black hole...

Wow...

The suppressed thyron disappeared and the wind rolled.

The pedestrian held his hand and stood on the ring, watching Little White fight Thunder, the corner of his mouth suddenly pulled.

“Not in a hurry… some are yours to eat. ”

The footsteps whispered.

The Daemon of the Great Demon puppet stopped the Thunder Punishment.

Everyone was relaxed.

On the other hand, Liu Mubai's black thunder penalty also fell.

Liu Mubai did not have a Dixian puppet, and he did not intend to use the Dixian puppet against him.

Instead, a small black bowl was thrown.

The little bowl flew out and suddenly hovered over his head, spinning.

“Swallow Bowl? Is this all handed down? ”

Matthew looked at the black bowl and stunned, seemingly unexpected.

The Thunder Bowl is a vein of nine-spin meditation cooks specially designed to combat the thunderbolt punishment, which can devour all of the thunderbolt punishment and keep gathering in the bowl.

This kind of fairy is very precious, even in the underworld, I can't find a few. I didn't think Liu Mubai actually owned one.

The black thunder dragon fell and was devoured by the black bowl, which turned into an arc of thunder.

Liu Mo Bai held his hand and let the black robe hunt. He smiled slightly on his face.

The ferry, there's a thunder bowl in it, he's fearless.

A thunder penalty passed!

Soon, however, a second thunder penalty began to breed in the clouds.

It was also instantaneous, hurling toward the two chefs.

“The two men were equally powerful, so that Thunder Punishment did not kill each other...” Ditai Lord frowned, slamming his own blonde hair.

It is truly unprecedented that the balance of power has reached such a level.

One, two, three...

Thundering growled.

The fall of each path is solved by the pedestrian formula and Liu Mubai.

Four consecutive minefields have fallen.

The surrounding fairy cook has already been noisy, this level of lightning penalty has already exceeded the limit of a pint of fairy cook!

But looking at Thundercloud, it seems that the fifth thunder penalty is still being brewed!

How evil are these two?

With a pint of immortal cook, you can actually trigger a five-fold thunder penalty!

Boom!

The tent was torn apart.

The fifth lightning penalty has finally fallen.

Bending, horrible pressure spreading through the sky.

The thunder bowl hovered around and started eating wildly against the fifth thunder dragon. The thunder dragon kept drilling into the bowl, making the bowl all hidden and slightly trembling.

On the other side, Xiaobai rose and grabbed the god of war and went straight to the thunderbolt punishment, wrapped around the thunderbolt and devoured it.

Live was blown to the ground by the thunder dragon.

The ring shook.

Everyone is overwhelmed.

Did it fail?

After all, it's the fifth Thunder Punishment. How can Dixie Puppet resist it?

Everyone took a sip of cool air.

Soon, however, everyone's fears disappeared.

Because the light in the ring dissipated, the little white figure, though wretched, climbed up in a rugged manner.

Lift your big, puffy hand and touch your round head.

The mechanical eye turned and walked towards the ring.

It's blocked!

The surrounding fairy chefs were relieved.

Since then, everyone has tightened their eyes.

Mine penalty resistance is over.

Then what needs to be done… is the rivalry of the dishes!

The dishes for both of us seem to be splitting up at this moment!

Liu Mubai put away the thunder bowl. This bowl is important to him. With this bowl, he doesn't have to worry about thunder punishment.

Unlike the pedestrian formula, if he loses the Thunder Bowl and fights the Five Thunder Robbery, even he is very hard.

He doesn't have a perverted fairy puppet like Little White.

Slowly put up the drunken ribs on the stove table.

This bowl of drunken ribs is filled with dark drunken juice, which he has carefully formulated to taste wonderful, just smelling it adds to one's appetite.

Compared to Potong's drunken ribs, his innovation in drunken ribs is drunken juice.

Drunk juice is his killer and the key to winning this kitchen fight.

Because of the intoxication, he added his finely crafted fruit vinegar.

Boom!!

Taotie fiction scattered over the dishes, distorted and transformed into intense aromas.

Walking with his triple demon cow drunk steak bone, he also walked out.

His dishes were brilliant and eye-catching.

Demon King's dishes have never been so high-profile, luxurious and unproductive.

However, Liu Mubai was very confident, he was confident in his dishes, and with his secret fruit vinegar, he could not lose.

This is his confidence as a dark undercook.

“Very good… the cooking is finally over, and the next step is tasting time. ”

The dog threw up his tongue and was already a little overwhelmed.

The scent of drunken ribs is too doggy to keep his tail shaking.

The dog thinks being a referee is really a wise decision.

Liu Mo Bai smiled confidently.

One of the finest bouncing on the dish, the pitch-black drunken ribs flew up towards the four judges.

Afterwards he hung in front of three people and a dog.

“Dark Taoist Steak… Taste it. ”

Liu Mo Bai held his hand, picked on the corner of his mouth, incredibly confident.

Made with the finest Tao Li Ling meat and carefully crafted fruit vinegar, it is cooked with precision cooking techniques.

This dish is the most serious cook he's ever had.

He had to admit that there was still pressure on him by foot.

He didn't dare to be careless about the gait.

Everyone around them held their breath and stared at the four judges, wondering what they would say after they tasted it.

Matthew was very satisfied and the black glow was brilliant, with mediumstone flowing, intense fragrance arrays and a pleasant taste.

Liu Mo Bai deserves to be an evil genius inherited from the nine-spin meditation cook. This dark cuisine has the style of a nine-spin pulse.

Seems restrained, but exaggerated and overwhelming.

Grab the chopsticks and gently place them on the table.

The next moment, the chopsticks were stretched out and a drunken rib was caught in the porcelain bowl.

The pitch-black drunk juice covered the drunken ribs, and the original fried golden drunken ribs were also black.

Drunk juice is a bit sticky, and with Morhew so clamped up, the long thread was pulled up.

The heat rises and the fragrance is intense, as if the scent bomb had blown up and swept away.

Everyone had to close their eyes.

Sour, sweet, fragrant, meaty… all kinds of delicious flavors, diffuse.

All kinds of flavors, as if they had become fierce beasts, devoured them.

Moxie opened her mouth wide and stuffed the drunken rib with the sticky drunk juice into her mouth.

At the entrance, Mormont's nasal cavity is a deep exhalation.

His mouth chewed up and his eyebrows picked.

As soon as the drunken ribs entered, it was the sourness on the drunken juice that instantly spread...

The sourness touched the taste buds, and suddenly it diffused, causing the saliva to quickly secrete and open up its appetite.

Chew faster.

The teeth bite down and the soft tapioca flesh quickly sprays a rich fragrance.

Taotie meat, as a premium ingredient, is almost perfect in its flesh, biting and soft, as if it had a small hand touching the mouth.

Intoxicating, fascinating.

“Sour and not tired, soft and not rotten, alcoholic and not choking...”

Moxie's cold face gave off a smile and nodded satisfactorily.

I have to say… this dish, at the entrance, captured his heart and made him unnecessarily intoxicated.

The drunkenness of the drunken ribs… is interpreted thoroughly.

The dog couldn't wait, the dog claws swung, the two drunk ribs flew up and were stuck in his entrance.

The left and right parietal bands each, the dog's eyes were forced to squeeze, the dog's nose moved.

The smell of drunken ribs shocked the dog.

“This drunken rib... not bad! ”

The dog's heart is full of shock, and his heart is also a little shocked by the dark meditation cook.

He always thought only drunken stems on foot were the best.

But if the pedestrian formula is still at the same level as before, this game could be defeated...

Ditai also sandwiched a drunken rib entrance, silent, but the shock in his eyes revealed his mind.

Dark undercook, it's not a myth.

This hand alone is enough to destroy almost all the demons of the fairy kitchen world.

At this point, after eating a drunken rib, it was shocking that Lu Yi had little idea what to say.

Lu Yi was totally stunned by this food.

Intoxicating, as if turned into a drunken ocean, covering his body.

Liu Mo Bai Wan, indeed, has a crazy capital.

“Start scoring now...”

The dog stuffed another intoxicated rib entrance, chewing and talking.

Matthew had put down his chopsticks, and he glanced at the unhappy dog he had eaten and laughed.

Even the dog is sinking, they are sure to win this fight...

Rubbed a hand.

The god of the kitchen fight suddenly bursts with a bloody glow over Mormon's body.

The next moment, it was scored on the dome.

“Ninety-one! ”

When the score came out, the whole scene was so loud, Morhew gave such a high score!

The Great Demon is in real danger!

From previous kitchen fights, Morhew was almost perverse in his picking of dishes, with the lowest score among the four judges.

Liu Mubai held his hand and smiled at the corner of his mouth. He looked at the distance and walked with the dishes.

The colour of provocation provoked the eyebrows.

“Mr. Bo... have you already begun to feel despair? ”

Buzz...

The score was also given above the top of the dog's head.

“Ninety-three minutes!! ”

The fairy chefs around saw this score and their hearts sank again!

Such a high score... Demon King, it's dangerous!

The Lord of Maggie City squeezed his fist and appeared a little white on his beautiful face. Do you really want to lose?

The main color of the Ditai interface was a little heavy, and he also gave a score.

“Ninety-two! ”

It's also a high score.

The surrounding fairy cooks are almost desperate...

This score… As if it were a mountain, everyone under pressure could not breathe.

They looked almost numb and fell on Lu Yi.

They want a low score on Lu Yi… so the Great King may have some hope.

However, Lu Yi gang were all shaking, obviously giving scores, he couldn't believe it himself.

Buzz...

The blood typeface appears empty.

“97!!! ”

This score comes out and the whole scene is silent...

Liu Mubai looked at the score and suddenly covered his forehead and made a laugh.

With laughter, the excitement of winning tickets!

Mr. Bao... you are going to lose!!!