Super Tiandao Academy

Chapter 259 What Are You Fighting With Me?
"Sun Meng, your soup symbol was put into the pot at the wrong time, failed!"

"Zhao Beifeng, it's too late to add the ingredients, and I forgot to add water a second time, failed!"

However, in the first half an hour, two people were eliminated, and now only three people are left to continue cooking.

In the eyes of many people, Ye Mao should have been eliminated a long time ago, but he was ignored by everyone, and no one wanted to talk to him, anyway, he would not succeed in cooking in the end.

After another half an hour, among the remaining three people, there was another girl named Xi Rong, whose cooking of eight-grade Yunfeng soup reached the advanced level, and was praised by many people.

After another half an hour, Xiao Yu's eight-grade Chunyu Soup cooked successfully and reached the intermediate level, which attracted applause from everyone.

Xiao Qinghan, Jiang Zhen and other elders were very satisfied with Xiao Yu's performance, and directly gave special grades.

Xiao Yu smiled very happily. Amidst the praises from everyone, he glanced at Ye Mao.

Ye Mao was concentrating on his three pots of treasure soup, Xiao Yu couldn't help curling his lips, thinking: "Ye Mao, Ye Mao, what are you fighting with me for?"

"I still have something to do, let's go first!" Xiao Qinghan saw that Ye Mao was left alone in the field, Ye Mao's failure was inevitable, he was too lazy to wait, and got up to leave.

Elder Jiang Zhen hurriedly said: "The results of Ye Mao..."

"You guys watch and deal with it!" Xiao Qinghan didn't even bother to deal with it, he left Yukong directly.

At this moment, Ye Mao casually lifted the lid of the pot of Eighth Grade Spring Rain Soup, and a red light as high as 36 feet rushed up into the sky instantly.

In this incomparably bright red light, a golden flame the size of a fist was beating like a human heart, carrying a sense of sacredness.

"This, this is..."

"Oh, it's impossible, it's impossible."

"Oh my god, how did this happen, how did this result happen."

"Oh god!"

"I'm dazzled, it must be dazzled."

……

Everyone in the whole square screamed, as if seeing the sun rising from the west, as if a living person jumped out of the stone, how incredible this scene was.

This guy has only been studying for a year and a half. In this short period of time, he has not only made the eighth-grade treasured soup, but also the eighth-grade top-notch treasure soup. This is something that many treasure soup masters can't do in their lifetime.

Just like Xiao Qinghan, the peak master of Yutang Peak, he has been making precious soup for most of his life, but he has never made a super precious soup.

Xiao Yu was so stimulated by the dazzling light that he sat down on the ground and shouted: "Fake, that's fake, he's cheating, cheating!"

Everyone looked at Xiao Yu with pity, the red light and golden flame carried a strong breath of heaven, who could create such a superb false vision.

"Look!" Someone shouted in surprise.

I saw that the dry grass and trees on the mountain were all revitalized and turned emerald green because of the aroma emitted by the pot of eight-grade spring rain soup.

Eighth Grade Spring Rain Soup has the effect of healing, and now the aroma of this pot of soup has such a powerful power, the soup in the pot must be even more terrifying.

Xiao Yu can also be considered a genius, but unfortunately compared with Ye Mao, a pervert, the two are not at the same level.

Hearing the exclamation from behind, Xiao Qinghan couldn't help but look back, he saw the red light and golden flame, and saw Ye Mao who was calm.

And Ye Mao was also looking at him, and even raised his hand, the soup lid of the second pot of precious soup flew to the side, and there was another 36 feet high red light, and another extremely bright golden flame.

"This..." Xiao Qinghan was so startled that the real power in his body was suddenly in turmoil, and the whole person fell from the air, and barely stabilized his figure before landing.

He stared blankly at Ye Mao, such a peerless genius, he actually said that he has tarnished the career of Master Baotang, and he wanted to drive him off Yutang Peak.

Fortunately, the kid didn't leave in a fit of anger, but showed him the soup symbol of the eighth-grade Baishou soup he had condensed, so he stayed.

If this kid left at the beginning, and then caused such a big battle in other places, if the news spread, his old face would be lost.

Everyone felt like they were going crazy.

It was too difficult for a treasure soup master to cook a super treasure soup, but after this guy cooked one, he unexpectedly made the second one.

This also makes other treasure soup masters unable to live.

Xiao Yu stared at the second pot of treasure soup stupidly, feeling that his face was being slapped vigorously by Ye Mao.

Is my head convulsed? It's not good to step on this bastard. I have to use treasure soup.

His treasure soup technique is good, but compared to this bastard, it's not enough at all.

"You said that the third pot of treasured soup, wouldn't it be the ultimate treasured soup?" someone guessed.

"To make two extremely precious soups at once is already against the sky, and it is absolutely impossible for a third kind to appear." Someone said with certainty.

Someone agreed: "That's right, the third pot of soup is the Eighth Grade Baishou Soup, which is known as the Seventh Grade Treasure Soup in the Eighth Grade Treasure Soup. The difficulty can be imagined, and Ye Mao's success is not bad."

At this moment, Ye Mao calmly lifted the lid of the third pot of precious soup, and at the same time as a fresh and sweet breath spread, there was another 36 feet high red light, and another group of golden flames appeared.

The surrounding verdant vegetation grows crazily amidst the aroma of this pot of soup.

When everyone smelled the fragrance, they felt that their spirits became fuller, their spirits were radiant, and their condition was better than ever.

If it is said that the first pot of super treasure soup appeared, everyone was surprised, then the second pot was shocking, and the third pot was admiration, admiration, and even admiration.

Ye Mao just stood there so calmly, the bright red light and the bright golden flame reflected his whole body like a god of Tang Dao.

"Xiao Yu!" Ye Mao shouted fiercely.

Xiao Yu trembled all over, and looked at Ye Mao with a worried and terrified expression. He felt that Ye Mao was so powerful at the moment, like a strong man who ruled the world, but he was just a baby, and he could be destroyed with a snap of his fingers.

"I'll say it now, you're Tang Dao waste, do you have any objections?" Ye Mao said loudly.

The crowd whispered.

"Xiao Yu has been studying the way of soup for more than eight years before he made the eighth-grade intermediate treasure soup, while Ye Shizu, a monster and pervert, only took one and a half years to make three kinds of eight-grade ultimate treasure soup. Such a comparison, Isn't Xiao Yu just Tang Dao's trash."

"Thinking about it now, Master Ye said that he made more than 30 kinds of nine-grade super treasure soups, which may be true."

"In this world, Master Ye is the only one who is qualified to say that Xiao Yu is Tang Dao's trash."

……

Xiao Yu felt that Ye Mao had punched him hard on the bridge of his nose, it was really uncomfortable.

But this punch left him speechless and unable to refute.

Ye Mao's strength displayed on Tangdao, let alone him, his master, and even the ancestors of Yunshui Pavilion, were all crushed by this bastard.

This kind of extremely powerful crushing made him feel only a deep sense of powerlessness, and he knew that even if he spent his whole life, he would not be able to surpass others.

He no longer feels oppressed or humiliated. What he feels now is looking up, just like an ant looking up to a god.

(End of this chapter)