This immortal is a bit fierce

Huang Feng made a special trip to Cinian Temple the next day, but after just one night, the code was no longer correct. He could see that the doctor in front of him was not pretending to be stupid, but that he really didn't know what he was talking about.

It seems that a considerable number of people in Cinian Temple are doing what a real medical clinic should do, and those who are hiding there to contact the assassins have disappeared without a trace.

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

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

Nowadays, the streets are lively and lively. Many chefs who have come to the capital to compete are setting up stalls on the streets to build momentum.

Huang Feng took a day out and made an appointment with Lu Kun to hang out on the street, taste a lot of delicious food, and buy a lot of ingredients back home.

Of course, the most important thing I have not forgotten is to go to the Yamen to sign up for the competition.

"Did you really sign up?" After learning, Li Motang was a little surprised.

"Do you think I'm just talking?" Huang Feng snorted, "Although my skills are worse than other chefs, I also have advantages, such as special ingredients, advanced cooking techniques, and innovative food concepts. Let me know what molecular gastronomy is.”

Li Motang was confused when he heard it, and treated it as nonsense.

The cooking competition won't waste much time. Huang Feng rarely travels when he comes to the capital. If he wants to join in the fun, she has no reason to stop him.

"By the way, when will you help me ask when she plans to return my little demon lady?" Huang Feng couldn't wait to run to the Demon Collection Department to ask for someone.

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

"Just wait." Li Motang had no intention of helping him.

…

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

However, when someone spoke, the target was directed at Zhaoyang: "Cinian Temple has been discovered. Fortunately, we got the news in advance and everyone lurked."

Someone else said: "If they are still in Zhaoyang, Li Yin really wants to find these people out. It's not difficult. It's better to give them up."

The person sitting in the main seat listened for a while and said: "There is no need to give up these people, they still have some use.

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 singing and dancing, He Qing Hai Yan Na.

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

When this person spoke, the others had no objection and nodded: "I understand."

…

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

Huang Feng was full of confidence: "The must-have dish, the winning dish, the ice cream fruit salad, do you want to try it?"

Although she could hear every word clearly, Xiao Nuan didn't understand them 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 ran away.

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

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

This may be the last calm before the storm.

There were many applicants for the cooking competition, but not everyone could make it to the stage. Huang Feng successfully passed the preliminary round with his mustard pulled pork and stir-fried pork.

Waiting for the day to officially take office, Li Motang suddenly came out of seclusion and found him: "Follow me."

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

"Stop blabbering!" Li Motang urged him, and the two of them left the city together and flew for dozens of miles to find the deserted countryside where it was dark and windy in January.

Huang Feng tightened his clothes: "Isn't this good? What do you want to do?"

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

"that……"

Without waiting for Huang Feng's perfunctory refusal, Li Motang said seriously: "I feel like I'm going to break through, but I lack a little opportunity."

"Didn't you lie to me?"

"What do you think."

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

"explain."

"My skills are not good at sparring, but only about life and death."

"Then let's see if you have the ability to kill me." Li Motang couldn't wait any longer. With his sword in hand, Qingfeng went straight to Huang Feng.

When the sword reaches the halfway point, one sword turns into ten thousand swords.

Huang Feng was stunned for a moment. He thought he would always try to be polite when starting his attack, but he didn't expect Li Motang to be fierce enough. He immediately used the "Close Defense Technique".

Form 730 used a more ferocious attack to smash all the sword shadows into pieces.

But at this time, Huang Feng discovered that Li Motang was nowhere to be seen. The next moment, there were countless more of her floating out from all directions, and it was difficult to distinguish them.

The surrounding coldness rose sharply, and Li Motang's sword was very cold. Ling Ran was aloof and stunning with the cold plum blossoms of the twelfth lunar month, as if flying immortals from the sky were surrounding him.

The 730 style tore the figures into pieces, but they were all phantoms. Even with the "Soaring Dragon Technique", Li Motang's true body could not be locked.

At this time, among the numerous figures and the snow-like sword aura, a sword light suddenly broke through the blockade of the "Close Defense Technique" and struck at him like the bright sun of melting snow.

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

Immortal formula, "Pioneer"!

Fighting attack with attack, compared to this alluring 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 fantasy. Although he had been wary of Li Motang's "Flowers in the Mirror", he was unable to guard against it.

Huang Feng quickly used the "Personal Defense Technique" again. Although this technique could not withstand Miss Qiu's kiss for the time being, it was more than enough to block the attack of the cultivator in the virtual realm.

Even if this cultivator in the Void Realm is Li Motang, who is known as the best sword cultivator of the younger generation!

Sure enough, the illusion was shattered, and a sword came through the air and struck him directly between the eyebrows.

Li Motang saw that Huang Feng was deceived by "Flowers in the Mirror, Moon in the Water", and when he thrust out the sword, he was even a little worried, fearing that it would really hurt him.

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

Sure enough, the sword shattered instantly when it reached Huang Feng.

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

"Still want to be merciful?" Huang Feng's voice suddenly sounded in her ears, "You don't think I'm weaker than you, do you? If you need it, you can use those magic weapons as well."

Although he knew Huang Feng was stimulating him, Li Motang still couldn't control his emotions. It was not anger, but pride and stubbornness.

The spiritual energy in her body suddenly became restless, as if a flood was being released from the floodgates.

This spiritual energy is like a long river flowing backward to the sky, rushing up into the sky, and connecting to the heaven.

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

Break through the realm and join the path!

The next chapter will take about the same time as yesterday, don’t wait