latent syndrome.

491 Chapter 490. Magic
The man in the sunglasses has traveled to many places in the deep world, and has met many famous teachers and masters. He has mastered the strengths of hundreds of schools and practiced superb cooking skills.

Just like a blacksmith who processes the soul, it is common sense to only process the basic soul, because there is no cost for cleaning impurities and endurance training.

It's not that the conscious soul can't be processed, it's just that it's too complicated and the gains outweigh the losses.

But a truly ingenious craftsman can directly process the soul of consciousness, and even endow equipment with more powerful or even exaggerated attributes.

The same is true for the man in sunglasses. He can not only refine the basic soul, but also cook, a fresh consciousness.

After he said something so crazy that he couldn't be more crazy, the eyes of nearly 200 people in the room all gathered, and the faces of the rest of the cooks who were competing with him were also full of displeasure. If the cook who came here was not restricted by the rules, he would go over and stab him a few times right now.

After hearing this sentence, the judges of the final round and some invited guests moved their index fingers. The choice of ingredients?It's so mysterious, what kind of dish is it?
The nameless who was about to break into a profit also paused, good guy, are you pretending to be more fucking than me?
When the camera flash flashes wildly, the light is bright.

The man-tall cauldron held by the man in sunglasses is also shining brightly. It is unbelievable that this is a dish. What exactly is put in it?
Among the admiration of the crowd.

The man in sunglasses lifted the lid.

The dedicated broadcaster is still explaining!

"Sure enough, it's not a dish that can be prepared in a short while!"

"The reason why he doesn't move much is to prepare some side dishes at the event!"

"And the contents of this pot are the real decisive weapon!"

"What is it that makes him confident."

"Even letting out bold words to end this competition for the highest culinary skills in the Deep Blue Realm ahead of time?"

The announcer's tone was excited and his speech was extremely fast.

As the man in the sunglasses lifted the lid, a golden light burst out of the pot, shaking so that everyone present couldn't open their eyes and blocked the strong light with their hands.

Even the nameless one was shocked, it's just a meal, do you want to make a fuss like this?
Just when everyone was in a trance, turbulent smoke evaporated from the pot, wrapping the scene like a fairy palace in the sky in the clouds.

half an hour.

The light receded.

There is still an infinite and fierce fragrance of life, filling the entire arena, just smelling the fragrance, as if they are about to ascend to heaven, this kind of extreme.

Fresh.

The surging and primitive savage rushes into everyone's nostrils, directly pouring into the heavenly spirit, and the scalp is numb.

The chef competing on the same stage was also shocked. I am not at the same level as this person at all. Is this still cooking?You are performing magic tricks, let me wipe.

"The greatest art."

"I think……"

"It's like magic."

"There are three steps."

"First, you show something that already exists."

"Then, you have to erase it, or replace it with something else."

"That's when people don't applaud because it's not enough to destroy things, you have to change them back."

"This is the last step."

"Turn decay into magic."

The man in sunglasses opened the boiler.

What's inside is known to everyone in the entire French Federation.

The broadcaster also doesn't need to find the six people who are not present tonight.

The six rulers of Falan City.

They were all packed in this pot, stewed to a pulp, and the perfect soup burst out with desperate freshness, which shocked everyone present.

Everyone is stupid, completely stupid.

Including Anonymous.

However, what the man in the sunglasses said did not refer to this delicacy, but to something else.

"My masterpiece."

"miracle."

"Now it's time to test the results."

"I said."

"We'll meet again in hell."

"It's the second week now."

"anonymous."

The man in sunglasses said so.

Although he didn't find his own essence, he just heard a story from the host of the original chaos.

have to say.

If I retrieved my own essence from the sea of ​​memories, it should be like this.

Only in this way.

In order to explain that unique talent.

And this one in front of you.

A wandering soul without a body.

anonymous.

"Fuck."

Wuming was stunned in place, although he didn't know much about Er Zhoumu, masterpieces and miracles, but it should be the old enemy who came to him.

At this time, the security personnel on the field finally came to their senses and tried to step forward to restrain Randy.

Anonymous was greatly shocked, are these security personnel so brave?
Since he is the one who dares to kill himself, he must be a dragon and a phoenix among the people. No, the ancient gods among the people belong to him. He is absolutely fierce. There are six masters in the pot. How dare you?
No surprises.

Ka Ka Ka!
Countless wire knives erupted from the man in the sunglasses, like strangling a helpless lamb, slowly winding it like a python, and after confirming that it covered the whole body, it suddenly contracted violently.

bang bang bang...

Crashing and exploding into a rain of blood, the sweetness of the blood and Juggernaut broth blended together, making it even more tangy.

The people at the guest table and the chefs started screaming and fleeing, and the announcer also put down the camera. Unexpectedly, a gluttonous feast turned into a feast.

Gluttonous feast.

But when they opened the door, it was not just a door. In the world of absolute spirit, as long as the mind is strong enough, anything can be done.

When every door is pushed open, what is exposed is the instrument of destruction that is dripping blood, and the iron sculpture of the female crown without emotion. Iron chains erupted from it and pulled them all in.

No matter how abruptly the door closed, nothing could be seen, only screams echoing overlappingly, and blood oozing crazily from the crack of the door could be heard.

"You obviously miscalculated."

"There are not only people from the Deep Blue Domain here."

"I came here from somewhere else."

"Just to become the seventh ruler of Falan City."

"It seems..."

"It's going to be a dictatorship now."

As a wrestler said, he had to say that engaging in terrorist activities on such an occasion was purely cerebral palsy, because the people present were all powerful and terrifying.

Wuming was looking forward to it. He knew that this person was the one who reminded himself that he was the biggest threat to the championship. Sure enough, did he have the confidence to surpass the six masters of Falan City?
click!
A steel spike seemed to have robbed time and space, and when he reacted, the man's head had been imploded, and he knelt down on the ground with all his strength, dying instantly.

In the most terrifying and powerful existence in the deep world.

President.

Obviously a unit of measurement.

"Fuck me."

"You are really fierce, brother."

Anonymous sighed.

(End of this chapter)