Chapter 739

The blood-red wheat became dough in Ouyang Chenfeng’s hand, spinning . Spirit energy scattered unceasingly, giving the dough endless radiance .

Burble! Burble!

At the same time, the big pot boiled . Its lid was trembling continuously as it released hot steam .

Ouyang Chenfeng wore a cold face, and his equally cold eyes didn’t contain any emotion . It completely contrasted to his normal tender appearance . Not many people had seen this face of his .

Swish!

The blood dough rose . A moment later, Ouyang Chenfeng began to stretch the dough in his hands . He pointed one finger at the dough, sending it into the air . As the dough was spinning in the air, a strand of noodle as thin as a dragon’s hair was drawn, revolving and stretching .

Shortly, the strand of noodles looked like a blooming flower around Ouyang Chenfeng’s body, moving and dancing continuously . The swirling noodles looked strange but beautiful .

Everybody was silent, mesmerized at what they were seeing . When they knew the dough was dyed with real blood, they were frightened, but now, only admiration and praise were left in them .

The strands of noodles were like ribbons dancing, which were extremely magnificent .

All of a sudden, all the noodle strands were collected, falling into Ouyang Chenfeng’s hands, emitting a strange light .

Placing the noodles on the station, Ouyang Chenfeng walked to the boiling pot, which contained ninety-nine spirit birds . When the lid of the pot was lifted, immense steam rolled up with a meaty aroma…

Everybody took a deep breath and got startled when they saw it .

Ouyang Chenfeng fished all the spirit birds out of the pot . The spirit birds were half-cooked, releasing steam .

However, Ouyang Chenfeng didn’t finish his dish here . He dumped all the broth he had cooked for the first time . Then, he put the spirit birds back to the pot and continued to cook them .

This time, during the boiling process, he unceasingly sprinkled minced spirit herbs into the pot . When those minced spirit herbs touched the bird meat, they gave the meat attractive colors .

Is the broth the foundation of his noodles?

For a bowl of noodles, of course, there’s the broth besides the noodles . The broth was very important, whether just to soak the noodles or to make noodles soup .

Looking at the way Ouyang Chenfeng was cooking, he wanted to use ninety-nine spirit birds to make the broth base . It was absolutely a challenge to his technique .

However, afterward, Ouyang Chenfeng stirred the pot as it boiled up . Then, for the second time, he dumped the broth .

Boiling the broth base for the third time, he added more spirit herbs . As the broth was boiling, those spirit herbs released a strange aroma .

Rumble! Rumble!

He took out ninety-nine spirit birds, then the cicada-wing knife in his hand spun fast . The thin knife slashed every bird once . After each slash, a flake of soft meat at the belly of the birds would be cut off .

He took only one flake of meat in each spirit bird . After that, he placed them together—ninety-nine flakes from the ninety-nine birds were stacked together . Next, the cicada-wing blade minced them in just a blink .

Ouyang Chenfeng collected the minced meat that looked like powder to use later .

His hand shook once, picking up the noodles that were soaked in blood . The noodles now had a distinctive smell of fresh blood .

Ouyang Chenfeng didn’t change his face . He meticulously placed the noodles into the boiling pot .

The pot smelled so good, which was a mixture of spirit herbs and the ultimate meat aroma . The two aromas had created a special combined aroma .

Swish! Swish!

As soon as the noodles were placed into the pot, Ouyang Chenfeng let the noodles move around as he shook the pot . The boiling, steaming broth base reflected in his eyes .

All of a sudden, Ouyang Chenfeng’s hand shook once . He drew his hand, and the strands of noodles spun in the air, broth splashing .

He had prepared five small bowls . The blood-red noodles had a strange evil beauty . After they got soaked in the broth, they became shinier .

Placing the noodles into five small bowls, Ouyang Chenfeng scooped the broth, pouring into the bowls altogether .

Splash .

The chilling broth was like pure water poured into the bowls .

Of course, it wasn’t finished yet . Ouyang Chenfeng sprinkled the minced meat that was like powder onto the bowls . After that, it thoroughly mixed with the noodles .

His hand reached out with the cicada-wing knife . A piece of big spirit herb was sliced, and he put several slices into each bowl .

Heaven Burial Noodles… Complete .

The name that was like a thunderclap in people’s ears, Heaven Burial Noodles, was just a bowl of simple noodles .

However, they had all seen how Ouyang Chenfeng had cooked that dish . Although it looked plain, it had cost him a lot of effort .

Ouyang Chenfeng took a step back . He untied the cloth band on his forehead, and his hair fell, brushing his face .

His icy eyes returned to their tender look . Ouyang Chenfeng’s face revealed a slight smile as he indifferently looked at Bu Fang .

Of course, Bu Fang didn’t notice that Ouyang Chenfeng had finished cooking his dish . Actually, Bu Fang’s noodles had almost come to the final stage .

Heaven Burial Noodles was mainly sorrowful, so the diners would cry while eating . It would bring them the mournful, grieving air of a funeral .

It contained the mood of the ninety-nine spirit birds at the moment before their deaths…

Bu Fang had decided to use poison to fight poison . He didn’t want to cook a dish that could make people happy . Quite the contrary, he was cooking something that would give people grieving feelings . He wanted to see the judges have their sorrow streaming into a river when they ate his food .

Overwhelming Sadness Noodles… It was the bowl of noodles Bu Fang wanted to cook this time .

It seemed bland and had nothing special . With ordinary ingredients, his cooking method would be different .

No matter what it was going to be, it would be a noodle dish filled with sadness and grieving mood . The chef needed to feel sorrow and send that sorrowful mood to the noodles, making it overwhelmingly sad .

The Black Turtle Constellation Wok floated up . Bu Fang’s face was indifferent, but his pupils contained sadness .

Burning the pot, Bu Fang took out five spirit beast eggs . He gently cracked it, and the egg fluid fell into the pot .

Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!

Instantly, the smell of eggs arose . The aroma attacked people’s nostrils .

Bu Fang wore a sorrowful face . His mood was blended with his mental force, accumulating and seeping into the food .

Although it was just a simple fried egg, it gave a strange feeling .

Next, five pieces of steak were fried in oily juice . The steak was shivering, and the meat texture seemed to stretch and relax . Of course, it wasn’t Taotie meat .

The cooking rule had said that the ingredients for garnishes shouldn’t be at a high level . Of course, as chefs, they understood the rule clearly .

If the garnishes were too excellent, it would dominate the taste of the noodles . Once that happens, that bowl of noodles would become a failure .

Thus, under a normal situation, the garnishes eaten together with the noodles wouldn’t be too high quality .

The shiny white noodles were then put into the pot . However, Bu Fang’s wok was different from Ouyang Chenfeng’s .

Besides several roots from spirit herbs, there was nothing else in Bu Fang’s wok . It was a completely clear water boiled soup .

However, Bu Fang naturally wouldn’t let his soup be that simple . He took out a glass jar and lifted the lid .

Bu Fang took a slight sniff, his brows shivering as he considered making people feel a spicy sorrow .

He sighed, then put a drop of Abyssal Chili Sauce into the soup .

Instantly, the clear soup became flaming red with an absolute spicy aroma . Not only that, but Bu Fang also dropped a bit of Abyssal Chili Sauce onto the fried egg and steak .

The chili sauce tasted good, but it actually gave the dish a different aroma .

The noodles were then put into the pot, and Bu Fang stirred them around . After they all got the ruddy color, Bu Fang fished them out .

Water splashed as the shiny noodles strands released the halo and hot steam .

After each knock, the noodles would shake once .

He placed the noodles that he had swung to get rid of the water into blue-and-white bowls . Then, he added the steak, and finally, placed a steaming hot and cute omelet .

He dropped another drop of Abyssal Chilli Sauce on the omelet and added some slices of green onion .

The simple-looking Overwhelming Sadness Noodles was finished .

Bu Fang washed his hands, then looked at his bowl of noodles with a complicated expression .

Whenever he cooked, he always wanted to cook food that would make people happy . Also, the chef’s mood would affect the taste of the dish .

To make this bowl of noodles, Bu Fang had soaked himself in that overwhelming sadness .

However, Bu Fang didn’t like this sorrowful feeling . He thought that when a chef cooked, he wanted to delight his diners .

Thus, Bu Fang decided that he wouldn’t cook this type of noodles again .

He sighed . He had finished the first dish .

Bu Fang lifted his head, and his eyes fell on his next opponent, Jade Bamboo Shoot Wang Tong . The latter looked pressured with a face that looked neither joyful nor sorrowful .

His half-white and half-black hair was filled with the vicissitudes of time . At this moment, his face revealed nothing as he finished cooking his dish .

…

Boom! Boom!

The massive skull was running so fast it couldn’t stop .

Many experts gawked at the big skull bumping along the way .

Which Holy Land did this existence come from?

After a loud boom, the skull hit the ground, digging up a deep ditch and sending dirt and mud into the sky .

However, the skull stayed intact . Two figures climbed out of the skull .

“Junior, come out here . We landed perfectly . ” Nether King Er Ha coughed several times before standing on the crown of the skull .

Saint Daughter Zi Yun crawled out, taking in the fresh air . Her beautiful face looked so excited .

“We finally arrived!”

“Junior, you said we they have Spicy Strips here . Don’t deceive His Highness’ pure affection,” said Nether King Er Ha as he cast Zi Yun a sidelong glance .

Zi Yun’s long eyelashes shivered . “Brother, how could you say that? I won’t deceive you . If we can’t find the Spicy Strips here, Zi Yun will become yours in the future!” Zi Yun said righteously .

Nether King Er Ha cocked his head to look at her, the corners of his mouth rising . “You, Junior, got a good idea . ”

The two were talking to each other, not even batting an eye to the astounded experts around them .

At this moment, the experts hovering around were all from the Holy Lands of the Hidden Dragon Royal Court .

They widened their eyes as they watched the skull land from the sky, gawking at the two people who had just crawled out and were now arguing…

All of a sudden, an expert rolled his eyes .

“Oh, is that Saint Daughter Zi Yun? Why is this little devil here?” This expert was actually a Mighty existence from the Heavenly Spring Holy Land . He came here to help the old man take the Valley of Gluttony’s inheritance .

It turned out that they found this before making their move .

The experts from the other Holy Lands were also surprised .

Heavenly Spring Amethyst Elder’s daughter, Saint Daughter Zi Yun?

Everybody knew that Amethyst Elder cherished his daughter a lot .

At the moment, she was pulling and tugging the strange man in front of many people… If Amethyst Elder were to find out about this, would he vomit blood in anger?