Bloody eyes.
It is filled with rich blood color, and the blood threads are densely covered on the eyeballs, as if there is blood coagulation flowing in it.
At this moment, Bu Fang's mental strength was vented to the extreme.
In the spiritual sea, the vortex is constantly spinning, as if it will explode if you are not careful.
Once it explodes, it means that Bu Fang's cooking has completely failed.
In the spiritual sea.
The tool spirits all have complex expressions.
20%, or even only 10% success rate, for a chef, the risk is too great.
The most important thing is that this will also increase the burden on the mind. If the burden is too large, the person will be more nervous, and the more nervous, the more likely to make mistakes.
When Bu Fang's eyes were completely bloodshot, the Artifact Spirits knew that their generation of hosts was likely to fail.
hum...
Huangquan small shop.
Inside the kitchen.
Blood dripped from the corners of Bu Fang's eyes.
In his eyes, the stove in front of him was reduced to blood, as if it was covered with a layer of blood mist.
The violent fluctuations in the spiritual sea and the flickering flames in the stove showed that Bu Fang's mental power fluctuated greatly at the moment.
This is not good news. The greater the fluctuation of mental power, the weaker Bu Fang's control over mental power is.
Bu Fang's hands were shaking.
He grabbed the last cup of three cups of chicken seasoning, that is, the black and red soy sauce.
The soy sauce was cloudy, and it was placed in a blue and white porcelain cup. Bu Fang held it, trembling slightly, and circles of ripples erupted in the soy sauce and collided together.
Are you going to fail
Bu Fang was also a little confused at the moment.
He could feel that the strength in his body seemed to be completely drained at this moment.
Feeling exhausted, I feel as if I want to lie down and go to sleep at any time.
But Bu Fang didn't dare to sleep, and the tight string in his heart didn't dare to break easily. Once it breaks, it means that everything is over.
Whatever God of Cooking dream, whatever future, will become nothingness.
In the pastoral world.
At this moment, the entire pastoral world has undergone tremendous changes.
On the sky, it turned into blood, and the surging coercion made the pastoral world seem to be destroyed at any time.
Niu Hansan walked out of the wooden house, looking at the void with complicated eyes.
Xiao Ba tilted the chicken's buttocks and lay down on the ground. The chicken wings hugged his head and buried his body on the ground.
Babaozhu also lay motionless on the ground, shivering.
Bang bang.
The wooden bucket containing milk that Jing Yuan just carried also fell to the ground, and the milky white milk spilled all over the ground.
A strong milky fragrance spread out at this moment.
what happened
Whether it's Niu Hansan or Jing Yuan, at this moment, they all feel that the pastoral world seems to be collapsing at any moment.
This feeling is very bad.
It's like the end is coming.
"Perhaps, Boss Bu...something happened. Now I can only hope that Boss Bu can survive this disaster."
Niu Hansan sighed.
His eyes became deeper and deeper.
…
in the restaurant.
Xiaoyou's face turned pale, and the little fox in her arms poked its head.
Crash.
The sound of the chair moving resounded, Xiaoyou stood up from her seat, and quickly walked towards the kitchen.
Her eyes fell on the kitchen.
However, before she stepped into the kitchen, Xiaobai's majestic body appeared, and the mechanical eyes flickered, blocking her body.
Xiaoyou was taken aback.
The azure blue light in Xiaobai's mechanical eyes was dissipating, and he shook his head, signaling Xiaoyou not to go in.
Xiaoyou glanced at Xiaobai, and then at the kitchen.
But at this glance, he couldn't see the scene in the kitchen at all.
So she was quite helpless.
But just now she felt that her feelings were not wrong.
…
in the kitchen.
It's like going through a long struggle.
The bandages in his hand fell apart.
This is the system's test for him, and it is also a difficulty that he must face if he wants to embark on the road of a chef.
Bu Fang can't fall on this level.
boom…
The flames flared up.
The bandages fell down and were burned directly by the flames in the stove.
On Taotie's arm, the yin and yang qi are circulating, turning into a yin and yang fish, hovering softly.
Bu Fang was startled, staring at his arm carefully.
Taiji produces two forms, and two forms produce four images...
Bu Fang's eyes lighted up slightly.
In my mind, it seemed as if something had burst out of its shell.
The mental power is still circulating, and the ingredients in the pot are also sizzling and fragrant.
It was a mellow fragrance...
But there is always a trace of real flavor missing.
Bu Fang looked at the Yin and Yang Qi in his hand.
The corner of his mouth suddenly twitched.
As if laughing.
In the spiritual sea.
The Artifact Spirits could feel Bu Fang's happy mood at the moment.
"It's over... the little host has gone crazy."
The golden dragon looked desperate.
At this time, the right way for the little host to cry out, what the hell is laughing
The dish in Chef's recipe failed to be cooked and will be obliterated. Are you still laughing
But the other weapon spirits didn't pay attention to the golden dragon at this moment.
They suddenly had some expectations.
Because at this moment, as tool spirits, they could feel the confidence from Bu Fang.
This confidence really moved them.
yes...
It's really moving.
Where does the little host get his confidence
Who gave him confidence
boom!
suddenly.
The complexions of the tool spirits all changed.
The spiritual phantom sitting cross-legged in the two mental vortexes slowly stood up.
Centered on the phantom of the divine mind, the spiritual sea that was almost dry began to function again.
"Crazy! It really is crazy!"
"Is this intended to break through on the spot? This crazy behavior... Once it fails, even the soul may explode! I will never be reborn!"
This time, no matter if it was the Golden Dragon, Suzaku, or Xuanwu, they were all taken aback.
Bu Fang's move was really crazy.
Rumble!
Earth-shattering changes have taken place in the spiritual sea.
Centered on the phantom of the divine mind, the vortex is constantly rotating, and as it rotates, it is actually divided into two parts.
It's like a mandarin duck pot in a hot pot.
this…
Even the well-informed Xuan Wu was slightly taken aback.
One side is peaceful, the other side is violent, and the blending of the two unexpectedly erupts with a terrifying rotational force.
With the endless rotation, the spiritual power that was originally dry, actually spread out from it bit by bit.
The phantom of the mind is the center of this yin-yang fish.
It began to slowly become stagnant.
It was at this time that enhancements and breakthroughs appeared.
As the condensation progressed, soon, the phantom of the divine sense became more and more tyrannical.
Originally, the spiritual power that was just entering the divine sense had reached a full level at this moment.
clatter...
The spiritual power in the spiritual sea spread out like threads.
The next moment, the four spirits moved at the same time.
Because they discovered that Bu Fang's thoughts spread in the spiritual sea.
Let them involuntarily bloom divine power in the spiritual sea.
Standing at each end of the spiritual sea.
Looking at each other from afar.
What is this
The spirits were dumbfounded.
Whether it's the appearance of the Yin-Yang fish's spiritual sea, or the mysterious fluctuations formed by their distribution of forces at the four ends, it feeds back the divine thoughts in the spiritual sea.
It is an extremely mysterious method!
Xuanwu's muddy eyes widened slightly.
"Is this... the breath of law?"
Xuanwu was horrified.
Even judging from his long lifespan, he was shocked by the current scene in Bu Fang's spiritual sea.
There is an aura of law in the spiritual sea of four images and two poles!
How did this little host come about
How did the little host know this
I didn't pay attention to the shock of the spirits in my mind.
Bu Fang opened his eyes.
The smile on his lips faded away slowly.
His face still became so indifferent.
The mental power that was about to collapse suddenly soared.
boom! ! !
Among the stoves.
The flames were booming, and the flames were raging, as if they were about to soar into the sky.
Bu Fang also stabilized his hand holding the blue and white porcelain cup.
clatter...
Soy sauce was poured into the pot.
Grasping the spatula, mental power entangled like threads.
Boom boom boom!
In the basalt pot, the fire was soaring into the sky, and as Bu Fang turned the pot, the ingredients danced in the fire.
Little crystals burst out on the ingredients.
Add the last ingredients, stir-fry together, and embellish it after a while.
This is the most difficult dish that Bu Fang has cooked so far since his debut, and it is finally completed.
A blue and white porcelain plate was placed on the table.
Grasping the Xuanwu pot as steadily as Mount Tai, poured out the dishes in the pot.
The juice poured into the pot and immediately spread to the entire bowl.
The dishes in the bowl seem to be radiating light.
No top-level ingredients are used, but the most common ingredients are used to make the top-level delicacies.
Perhaps this is where the strength of God of Cooking lies.
hum...
With the last piece of chicken on the plate.
The whole dish suddenly sublimated.
Thousands of streams of light escaped.
Terrifying energy, like mushrooms springing up from the plate continuously.
Like the source water of a clear spring, gurgling out.
In the end, it permeated the entire room, completely covering the entire room at once.
This feeling is extremely terrifying!
It was as if what he was facing was not a dish, but a beast with terrifying vitality.
Bu Fang's complexion was extremely complicated, even though he condensed the sea of yin and yang spirits, even though he used the spirit of weapons to match the four-element formation.
Forcibly regaining the flowering of the nearly dried-up mental power.
However, this is a means of overdraft after all.
After finishing this dish, Bu Fang lay down with blood in his nostrils.
The blood in the pupils began to recede rapidly, and the pupils also became clear.
The body staggered back, leaning against the cabinet, panting heavily.
The entrance is full of majestic energy.
"Did it work?"
His whole body was drenched in sweat, Bu Fang stroked his forehead, shook his head, and murmured softly.
Three Cups of God's Death Chicken, a dish in the chef's recipe.
Bu Fang stood up, feeling the emptiness in his body, and couldn't help but feel a bit of fear.
In fact, he almost counted as a failure.
If it wasn't for the condensed yin and yang spiritual sea, there would be a breakthrough of divine sense at the last moment.
What awaits him at this moment may be obliteration.
After taking a few breaths.
Bu Fang relaxed his body and mind.
Following the steps, it was finally difficult to finish this dish.
Although Bu Fang's strength may be really weak.
But the dishes in the so-called God of Cooking recipes don't seem to have much to do with strength.
More, but it has something to do with a kind of spirit.
Perhaps, the 20% success rate mentioned by the system is the breakthrough I just found.
"Om..."
A humming sound resounded.
It seems that the system is pondering.
"Dish analysis..."
"After the analysis, the evaluation of the completion of Chef's recipes is 51%. Congratulations to the host for completing the task."
The serious and earnest voice of the system resounded in Bu Fang's mind.
As soon as these words came out, Bu Fang immediately relaxed.
The whole person seemed to be emptied in an instant.
I was terrified in my heart.
Fifty-one percent completion...
Just one percent more.
If he doesn't have this one percent, he may be judged as a failure by the system, and what awaits him is an obliteration.
Although the system opened its mouth and shut it up, it just said kill.
But before, after accepting this task, Bu Fang really felt a terrifying killing intent from the system.
It was this killing intent that caused Bu Fang's mood to become restless.
…
In the spiritual sea.
clatter...
Above the sky, the suspended golden book suddenly turned slowly, and finally stopped suddenly on a certain page.
and…
On the blank pages of that book.
A series of golden words emerged and described on the book.
Above the blank pages of the book, the mental power condensed crazily, and soon... it turned into three golden droplets.
In the spiritual sea.
The tool spirits stared blankly at the three golden droplets condensed on the golden book, and were shocked immediately, gasping for breath!
…
"Jingle Bell."
The curtain of the kitchen was lifted, and the bell was swaying gently.
Bu Fang, who had no blood on his face, held the plate in both hands, step by step, and walked out slowly under Xiaoyou's eyes with difficulty.