The bloody aura suddenly spread. Feng Qing handed the slight rush in his hand to Zheng Wenyu beside him, "Wen Yu, thank you for your hard work, deal with it, make it cleaner, I don't want to get any trouble."

"Don't worry, Brother Qing."

Feng Qing walked out and looked at the deserted area around him, with only a few cars driving on the road in the distance.

What he didn't know was that in a car, someone was collecting their photos.

"How is it? Do you know who is protecting that child this time?" The man in the passenger seat turned his head and looked at the person behind him.

"Don't worry, you'll know in a while." The man uploaded the collected photos of Zheng Wenyu, and then frowned, "Boss, that man's origin is not simple, he is the leader of the Wolf-loving Organization."

"What! Are you serious?"

The man in the passenger seat picked up the laptop and looked carefully. He knew that the Wolf-Enjoyment Organization was the most powerful organization in the African mercenary group and could not match it, but how could the Wolf-Enjoyment Leader appear in Los Angeles?

By the way! He seemed to follow the young man beside him, "Check the origin of that young man quickly."

"Okay, let me see, what!"

The man yelled, his vocal cords almost terrified, and then he seemed to be in the back seat, without saying a word, but just silently handed the computer to the boss.

"Damn, you're stupid. What's the point? What's wrong?"

The man looked at the information on the screen, and the sip of water he had just drunk suddenly spewed out, and then hurriedly wiped the water stains on the screen, "This... how could this... be possible? Why did such a person protect him by Sun? Oh my God, he probably was a strong man above the S-level three-star, as well as the twelve temples, the Holy Lord Palace, and Kou Guoying Zhan chase orders. What did this kid who was less than 20 years old do!"

The strong men above the three-star s-level three-star are looking up to the two cultivators in the car who have just reached the level B. Now things are beyond their scope of handling, and they cannot deal with Sun under such a person.

The man on the passenger seat turned his eyes, "Since this young man offended these three major forces, I will ask them to deal with this young man and kill people with a knife. Wouldn't it be great?"

"This is a good idea, but the Western forces are now restrained. I am afraid that even if there are not many people, the Kou Kingdom has been safe recently, but the Shadow War has no inheritance and cannot be put on the table. We don't know how many powerful people this young man has been with him."

"Hmph! This is not our responsibility. We just need to report it to these three organizations and leave the rest to them."

Two hours later, in the Holy Lord Palace.

A man with half of the silver mask stood under the white jade steps and looked up at the man sitting in front of him in a chair covered with a black robe covering his face and holding a scepter. The silver-faced young man showed his face as a Chinese. He looked only twenty years old and showed his head. At this time, his eyes were extremely indifferent. The sword in his hand was also silent. However, this man was like a long sword that had not been unsheathed in his hand. Although he was dull, no one dared to underestimate him.

"Yin, I found a young strong man from China. Now in Los Angeles, the country of magnesium, you will defeat him and kill him! Your benefits will be indispensable after the event is completed." A hoarse voice came from under the black robe, and he said to the silver-faced boy.

"Age, strength."

"At the age of eighteen, above the S-level three stars, he killed a holy envoy, seven saints in the Twelve Temples, as well as seven strong men above the S-level ones in the Holy Lord Palace. At the same time, he once made the Kou Kingdom uneasy, and he escaped unscathed after the great chaos in the Kou Kingdom."

After hearing the man in black robe, the silver-faced young man trembled and his momentum exploded. He looked like a sharp sword unsheathed, extremely sharp, making people feel the fighting spirit and a hint of chilling up under his feet.

"Yin, go and bring his head back!"

bass!

The next second, the young man pulled out the sword. It was a broken sword, but it did not diminish the sharpness. He cut out the pure white pie, cutting out a large crack in the white jade steps in front of him, and shattering the steps. "Don't order me, otherwise you will die miserably. I don't believe in you, nor do anyone, I only believe in my sword. This is the last time I said, if you ask me to reiterate, that will be your death."

"presumptuous!"

The big black-robed guardian on the side scolded him, and the next second, a very cold sword light flashed, followed by the sound of flesh and blood splattering three feet, and the corpse was crossed by five steps.

Kakka...

The man in black robe on the main seat narrowed his eyes and his aura suddenly rose. However, this young man had extraordinary qualifications and had reached the SS level at the age of twenty-five. He was considered a first-class existence in China, but since he came to the Holy Lord Palace, he was like a wild horse, unruly and never had the intention to surrender.

In other words, he came to the Holy Lord Palace from China just to use the resources of the Holy Lord Palace to find young and powerful opponents and then fight against them. There were countless young strong people who died in his hands.

The man in the black robe didn't want to get rid of him, but it wasn't until the time was. Although he was powerful, he was not strong enough to fight against the entire Holy Lord Palace.

"Okay! Go!"

Yin listened to the man in the black robe on the main seat, took the address, snorted coldly and turned away.

Los Angeles.

Feng Qing and the other two returned to the villa. Xiao Feng was trying to cook dishes. For a moment, various fragrances came from the kitchen. Feng Qing and Yun Yao sat in the kitchen and set up a table.

The main ingredient of the dishes in the first round of this Chef King Competition is bear meat. More than 200 top chefs from all over the world who received invitations from all over the world will be eliminated half of them in the first round. This time, the first round adopts a one-on-one elimination system, with two people competing on the same stage, and then the judges select the party who makes more delicious dishes to enter the second round.

Xiaofeng in the kitchen chose bear paw. At this time, Xiaofeng had already peeled off a bear paw, picked off the tendons, and marinated it with various spices. His hands were still rubbing the bear paw continuously, using spiritual energy to catalyze the bear paw to make it more delicious.

Although Feng Qing had never eaten bear meat, he also heard from Xiaofeng that the meat smell of animals like bears is extremely fishy, ​​and the closer they are to the bones, the more fishy the meat smell is, so he chose bear paws to cook, and added thyme, licorice, and bay leaves to remove the fishy smell, and finally mixed with honey to make the meat tender.

Feng Qing looked at Xiaofeng's careful appearance and treated the bear paw in his hand as a handicraft, with his eyes full of anticipation like Yun Yao.

After Xiaofeng marinated the bear paws, he turned on the fire, put various spices into the pot and blended the aroma into the oil. Then put the bear paws in it, poured some broth, covered the pot and started to stuff it.

He pointed his finger on the lid of the pot and felt the temperature change in the pot and the cooking of the bear paw. I don’t know how long it took, Xiaofeng suddenly opened his eyes and opened the lid of the pot. Then he spades out the bear paw with a bag of shovels and puts it on the plate. Then he used a spoon the size of a palm to scoop out a spoonful of golden sauce on the bear paw. When it sounded, it rushed around like an explosion.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!