An Unparalleled Master of Martial Arts

Chapter 190

Another morning.

Lu Yun appeared on the stove, making steamed buns. I saw him hand a knife, the skin was cut into the same size 100 pieces. Another knife, the size of the mince into the same 100 yuan.

His right hand grabs a piece of skin, the middle finger gently picks up the meat stuffing, bounces to the skin, the left hand quickly a package, a bun is wrapped.

It took only a second!

Steamed bread is faster, less than one in half a second.

"Shua!"

He threw out a knife in a natural and unrestrained manner, and the sound of the knife was pleasant to the ear. The radish was cut into shreds, scattered on the plate, and then the fine salt scattered on the radish shreds.

"Shua!"

Lu Yun throws out a knife, and the white rice is shaken up by Dao Qi. Another Dao Qi sends the rice grains into the big pot. The water in the pot is more than rice. This is to cook porridge.

"Shua!"

A hundred and a half eggs. Once again, the egg drops into the pot, and the eggshell is patted aside by Lu Yun's knife. Each egg's two halves of the eggshell, stacked together, full of dozens of meters high, did not fall down.

When everything is ready, Lu Yun slaps his right hand and turns the egg shell into powder. The rice bran is stirred to make feed for pigs and chickens. Lu Yun cooks and keeps poultry in captivity.

Cooking meat, is to be killed to make a good taste.

Then, Lu Yun hands push out a palm, Xuanqi from both palms. This is two thick and incomparable dark gas, will burn very exuberant.

Two shares become four shares, and four shares become eight shares. With the constant surging of mysterious Qi, Lu Yun finished a breakfast for hundreds of people in half an hour.

It's fast and delicious.

His breakfast is two bowls of porridge, ten steamed buns, five steamed buns, one dish of radish, one dish of scrambled eggs and one dish of sliced meat. He likes it!

Huang zonglie may be in his sleep, smell the smell of rice, sleepy eyes out.

"Didn't you sleep yesterday?" Huang zonglie asked, "today I came here earlier, but I didn't expect to..."

Lu Yun did not speak and continued to eat.

Huang zonglie stopped suddenly because he already knew the reason. This boy, it seems that you can't underestimate him. He is already a master of Xuanshi's accomplishments.

Xuanshi's one-level cultivation and Xuanshi's nine-level cultivation are simply the gap between heaven and earth. The first level cultivation of Xuanshi can easily defeat the Ninth level of Xuanshi, but the second level and even the third level of cultivation of Xuanshi are likely to be defeated by Xuanshi.

Therefore, Lu Yun's entry into the first floor of Xuanshi means that he has made a very large span.

Huang zonglie's breakfast is very simple, 50 steamed buns, no steamed bread, no radish, ten dishes of eggs, a pile of meat slices. He said that he had been fattened by Lu Yun recently, so he had to control his food intake.

"Pig." Lu Yun saw that he was carrying the food and sent him the word.

"What do you like to call it? As long as you are happy with your abuse, I can still eat these things. It doesn't matter if the sky falls." Huang zonglie said with a smile, "younger martial brother, can you help me a little?"

"Say it." Lu Yun doesn't want to talk when he has dinner. He treats eating as enjoyment.

But Huang always talks.

"In fact, it's nothing. Elder martial brother just wants to eat fish at noon. Of course, you can also eat it. Can you make me a lunch alone Huang asked.

Lu Yun frowned and asked, "how many?"

"Not much. Fifty." Huang said.

"Give me half." Lu Yun said, at least he is still a cook.

"Good..." Huang zonglie heartache said, who called Lu Yun is the chef.

There are three kinds of people in Huang zonglie's world: future wife, parents, elders and cook. If you offend the cook, you will be killed!

Leng Feixue came here earlier today. She should be earlier these days. Only when she saw Lu Yun still cooking, she would feel at ease.

"Well, it's delicious again." Cold flying snow with a sarcastic tone said, "you come to a line of days so long, cooking is more than one day."

Huang zonglie giggles. It seems that Leng Feixue doesn't know how Lu Yun cooks. Lu Yun's food is delicious, which shows that his cultivation is terrible.

The cold flying snow usually doesn't feel the subtle changes in food. Only this time, Lu Yun changed from a Xuanshi to a Xuanshi. His cultivation changed between heaven and earth, and the taste of food was highlighted.

Therefore, the cold snow is delicious.

Even steamed bread is more delicious than before.

Cold snow exception, eat some more, but not enough. After a while, it is Lu Yun's reserved program. Now she has learned to eat breakfast and watch Lu Yun admit defeat.

A moment later, the disciples rushed to the stove. At present, they are like swallowing to avenge their father's death. Whoever gets the first place by eating alone can fight against Lu Yun.

This time is Lei Xiongsheng, he excitedly took these disciples, ran to the central court.

Lu Yun has been waiting for a long time.

The people around are noisy. They are all upset about losing to leixiong. With Lu Yun losing more and more now, everyone knows that he may not have too much time in the first day.Next, all the people pay attention to each other, and they are all the objects selected by Lu Yun. Lu Yun is like an emperor. He chooses which concubine to stay at night.

Everyone is waiting to be selected by Lu Yun.

Of course, they think Lei Xiong is lucky.

Leng Feixue is biting steamed bread in her mouth. She knows what she should do and should write down Lu Yun's 110th defeat in the record book!

Brilliant record!

She is now very open-minded. Like Huang zonglie, she is eating and watching Lu Yun deliver welfare.

Lei Xiong was the former cook who ranked 326. When he was a cook, he was almost beaten up by his senior brothers, and he almost lost his reputation as a genius.

He felt grateful for Lu Yun's appearance and let others forget him.

But today, he has to fight to stay in the sky, and he has to fight with Lu Yun, who is also bullied by others.

For today's opportunity, he worked hard on his eating skills. Finally, under the competition of so many people, he won the first place and ran to Lu Yun.

He reached out his hand, ready to wait for Lu Yun to say "admit defeat", and then get the elixir and the same thing in Lu Yun's Qiankun bag.

"Bring it." Leixiong said.

"What?" Lu Yun blinked, "take what?"

Lei Xiong's embarrassment caused others to laugh.

Lu Yun, seeing that he is 326, is a bit arrogant. Also, let him know what kind of gap is between the first floor of Xuanshi and the seventh floor of Xuanshi.

He is the second from the bottom, but Lu Yun is not the last one. If he says "resist", he can resist.

Lu Yun, I don't have the qualification yet.

Lei Xiong uses a knife, the same as Lu Yun. Those who use knives will make do with tyranny. If you can't be overbearing, you don't deserve a knife. Lei Xiong wants to let Lu Yun know what is real hegemony.

He drew out his knife from his waist and made a whistling sound.

At this time, all the disciples were a little surprised. In the 111 match, Lu Yun chose to take the second from the bottom. Does he want to have a try?

"Roar!"

When Lei Xiong is about to cut Lu Yun, between the electric light and flint, Lu Yun draws a knife to cut. A green dragon trace as thin as chopsticks is left in the air, and the broken knife is flying in the sky.

It's Lei Xiong's broken knife cut by Lu Yun!

At the moment, Lei Xiong's wrist is numb and at a loss. The knife fell down and inserted on the ground. The whole process surprised everyone.

Lu Yun's purple cut light comes out and stands on Lei Xiong's neck.

If he doesn't admit defeat, he may die!