He Fan looked at Yan Shendao and waited for him to continue saying that, as a result, this guy slept to death and had no more information.

Sent body?

parasitic?

He Fan shook his head, blocked Yan Shendao's body, and left the room.

The competition between chef gods has been in full swing in the outside world, and the competition that the four major alliances are paying attention to, which can be said to have caused the world this time.

He Fan ignored him completely and fell into rest.

Yang Ting and Gat couldn't sleep all night. The matter of the statue of the gods had a great impact on them. They wanted to discuss it with He Fan, but when he thought of He Fan's words, they could only stop.

The next morning, He Fan was awakened. Yan Shendao had already gotten up. Then he checked himself and found sadly that he still could not pee, so he could not even take revenge on He Xiu.

"God of Fire, don't look at me like this, you should go to find the God of Chef." He Xiu was under a lot of pressure. Why do you hate me? I'm just an alchemist. You hate He Fan.

He Fan washed up and took He Xiu and Yan Shendao to leave the room and headed to the competition venue.

The game place is directly in the open-air court, with tables and chairs around it already arranged. The top evolutionists in the north sat around, and the representatives of the four major leagues sat at the top. They are not referees. In this game, it is impossible for anyone to be the referee.

The East and the West favor He Fan, and the North and the South want to kill He Fan. If the four major alliances come to be the referee, the final result will be a draw.

"This cooking competition was initiated by the sect leader of the Chef God Sect and the Chef God He Fan personally, and the Northern Alliance responded to the challenge." Qin Kong said that before them, there was an instrument connecting the four major alliances.

East, somewhere.

"Hurry up, Qingyuan, today is the day when Xiao Fanfan and Beifang compare their cooking skills." Qin Wei greeted: "Fatty, bring Yang Yan and Xiaoqian too."

"He Fan is sure to lose." Liu Qingyuan said with a confident look on his face: "I dare not eat his food."

"Don't it be said that Brother Fan has practiced his cooking skills well? This is to bring glory to the league and he will definitely win." Fatty Lin said.

"He Fan's cooking skills are very good, but I don't know whether he can win or not." Lian Yangyan said, sitting in front of the screen with a small stool, watching the game scene playing on it.

In the north, the instrument shone on the whole audience. He Fan glanced at it and said that it was useless and could not see the genetic data and would not eat it.

"The four major alliances are all mainly evolutionary, and the chef god He Fan is also a top-level evolver. This game is divided into three stages: low-level, Nirvana, Shi Ling, and two wins in three games. What does the chef god think?" Qin Kong asked.

"Yes, then who is the referee? How to judge the outcome?" He Fan asked.

"The referees are these six people, the lower level nine, the Nirvana level one, and the Spirit level one, each of them." Qin Kong called six evolvers: "You can check it out. The winner depends on who cooks the dishes. If they improve more, the ingredients are the same."

"Okay." He Fan agreed: "Where is this God's opponent?"

"Come soon, please come out." Qin Kong said loudly.

"I've met the head of the Qin family." A middle-aged man stood up from his seat, came to Qin Kong, and saluted politely.

"This is Lin Feng, a chef who competes with the chef god today." Qin Kong said, and then packed some ingredients from the space: "Low-level ingredients, Nirvana ingredients, and Shi Ling ingredients."

"Low level nine, Nirvana level one, and Spirit level one." He Fan glanced at the ingredients and said.

"Not bad." Qin Kong nodded and said, "Three ingredients, three dishes, two, please let it go."

"Please." Lin Feng waved his hand, and a force of evolution swept over, wrapped in low-level ingredients, appeared in a pot, and quickly cooked.

He Fan raised his palm and prepared the dish: "Okay, eat it."

The low-level ninth-level evolutionist did not hesitate and took it directly. The evolutionary power was filled with it and quickly refined it, making it a little stronger.

Lin Feng did not play any special tricks when he was using ingredients and genes, but the energy fluctuations in the dish were above He Fan.

"Eat slowly, you can't digest it all." Lin Feng said lightly.

"Thank you, Lord Lin Feng." The low-level evolver took it respectfully, took a bite of the dish carefully, then changed his face and sat down cross-legged, his momentum increased, impurities secreted from the body surface, and the power of evolution gushed, with completely different momentum.

Nirvana in one mouthful!

He Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, and was willing to take out the inheritance of the God of Food?

"The first game, needless to say, Master Lin Feng won." Qin Kong said, sending someone to take the two evolvers down, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, "The God of Chef? Don't look at who the God of Food is inherited from!

"The inheritance of the God of Food!" Yang Ting's face turned gloomy, and Gat couldn't speak.

He Fan is strong and has been exploring all the way. If they compete in their own cooking skills, they have confidence in He Fan, but in the face of the inheritance of the God of Food, no one can win.

In the age of mythology, the first person to cook, and cooking for the gods and Buddhas of the heavens is not a blow.

"Cook God? Hey." The onlookers of the northern evolutionists sneered.

"The second game, Nirvana." Qin Kong spoke again.

He Fan continued to cook, but he still did it casually. The Nirvana-level Evolutionary ate it, but not many of them increased. He could not grasp the genetic data of these low-level people, nor was he interested in doing it well. He was too lazy to care about it if he cooked it casually.

Lin Feng has also finished making it. This time the dish is exquisite. The Nirvana Evolver eats half of the dish and directly upgrades to Nirvana Level 2.

"How could this happen? The gap between Xiao Fanfan and Lin Feng is so big? In this way, Xiao Fanfan will be responsible for the Qin family." Dongfang and others looked at the screen dumbly, unable to accept it.

"The second game is still Master Lin Feng's victory." Qin Feng said loudly, spreading the news to the four major alliances.

"Congratulations to the north, the way of cooking, defeating the chef god." The representative from the south spoke first.

"Congratulations to Master Lin Feng and defeating the God of Chef." The other northern evolvers also congratulated each other.

"He Fan, if you are defeated, you will be in charge of our Qin family in the future." Qin Kong sneered proudly, far worse than the cooking skills, you, He Fan!

Clam

Two trembling sounds, the two swords were unsheathed, and they landed steadily beside him. He Fan pressed the handle of the knife with both hands and said indifferently: "Three incense sticks a day, the chef will never go back on his word. He Xiu, collect photos of everyone in the Qin family and make black and white photos."

"He Fan, what do you want to do? All four major alliances are watching, do you still want to cheat?" Qin Kong's expression changed drastically.

"Please give me the Qin family." He Fan said lightly: "Black and white photos, with three incense sticks. Are you not satisfied with this treatment?"

"A promised cooking competition, He Fan, are you too shameless? If you can't afford to lose, just take action?"

"This is a competition. Evolutionaries of the four major alliances are watching. Do you really want any face?" The Northern Evolutionaries were blown up directly. You started the cooking skills. Now that you lose, you still have to take action?

"How could God care about the views of ants?" He Fan said indifferently, the terrifying evil spirit and the Buddhist spirit rushed out, sweeping the whole audience: "Steal the inheritance of the Eastern God of Food, ants, have you ever thought about the end?"

"Is this total shameless?" Yang Ting and Gat looked at He Fan in confusion. This was considered a global live broadcast, but they were happy inside. The north was doing too much, and He Fan would better kill all the people.

"Puff." Dongfang, Qin Wei and others sprayed directly, looked at the screen blankly, and said, "It's still as shameless as ever, but I, Qin Wei, can say so domineeringly, so domineeringly."

"My Fatty Lin has already knelt down. Brother Fan is domineering and Brother Fan is mighty. This is much more domineering than the victory contest." Fatty Lin said.

"Fortunately, it's not in the East. I heard that He Fan is already invincible? So is he deliberately causing trouble?" Liu Qingyuan murmured and said affirmatively: "This guy must have been paying attention to the inheritance of the God of Food."
Chapter completed!