God of Cooking, Monster: No, we have become ingredients

Chapter 1860 Big Stick and Sweet Dates

Wu Gen tried his best and successfully blocked the attack, but the powerful force still caused the blood in his body to surge.

A large mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

But this is not over yet. Before he could come to his senses, Ye Changqing kicked him hard in the chest.

There was a sound of bones breaking, and Wu Gen, who was kneeling on one knee, didn't have time to move at all, and he flew backwards like a kite with a broken string.

He crashed straight into a room in the yard, and the room collapsed instantly, burying him inside.

It was only a matter of a few breaths, and seeing that Wu Gen was almost beaten to the point where he had no power to fight back, all the disciples present were completely stunned.

If we talk about the last competition with Zhao Qinglin, what Ye Changqing showed to many disciples was his prowess in cooking.

Now, Ye Changqing showed his terrifying fighting power.

Before, Wu Gen was definitely recognized as the best in Qiankun Fire Hall, whether in cooking, cultivation, or combat power, he was number one.

But now, Wu Gen was beaten so badly that he lost his temper and was stepped on the ground and rubbed hard.

Under the gaze of many disciples, Ye Changqing did not stop.

Instead, he started slaughtering all of Wu Gen's men.

There were about ten people who followed Wu Gen this time.

Ye Changqing showed no mercy to these people and did not give them any chance.

With the movement of his sword, all those people who had been eager to kill him were frightened and fled in panic.

Unfortunately, they didn't even have a chance to escape.

More than ten people were killed by Ye Changqing in a short time.

At this time, Wu Gen also crawled out from the ruins. When he saw the corpses on the ground, his eyes turned red.

With disheveled hair, he looked like a man-eating beast, but Ye Changqing didn't care at all.

Holding the dragon head kitchen knife that was still dripping with blood in his hand, he walked towards Wu Gen step by step, neither hurried nor slow.

In just a short period of time, all of his men were killed by Ye Changqing.

Faced with such a result, Wu Gen found it hard and unacceptable.

This is the foundation he has accumulated over the years.

"Mr. Ye, I will kill you......"

Wu Gen gritted his teeth and shouted in a deep voice, then rushed towards Ye Changqing like a madman.

However, facing his attack, Ye Changqing skillfully turned slightly to the side and easily dodged it.

The next second, blood appeared on Wu Gen's back, and a deep wound appeared on his back.

But at this time, Wu Gen seemed to feel no pain at all, and continued to chase Ye Changqing and attack him frantically.

However, each of Wu Gen's attacks was just a hair's breadth away from being successful, and was easily resolved by Ye Changqing.

The difference in strength between the two was visible to the naked eye at this moment.

Although they are at the same level of cultivation, as mentioned before, as a spiritual chef, Wu Gen's culinary practice must have taken up most of his time.

He didn't have much time left to practice.

Therefore, even though they are at the same realm, Wu Gen's combat power can only be considered at the bottom at the entry level of the Emperor Realm.

There is no comparison between him and Ye Changqing at all, the difference is too huge.

The wounds on his body continued to increase, and his entire body was stained red with blood, but the more injured he was, the crazier Wu Gen became.

Perhaps knowing that he had no chance of winning today, Wu Gen could only make one last struggle.

As for the other disciples around him, their expressions changed 180 degrees when they saw Wu Gen being unilaterally defeated.

Although he remained silent, the look in his eyes when he looked at Ye Changqing had completely changed.

Become fearful, cautious, and complicated.

In the end, under the gazes of all the disciples of Qiankun Fire Hall, Ye Changqing killed Wu Gen with a single sword.

As the head flew high, blood spurted out like a column, and Wu Gen fell straight to the ground.

With Wu Gen's death, the courtyard became even quieter and you could hear a pin drop.

The many disciples no longer had the same look as before. They all looked at Ye Changqing, and stood there in a daze as if they had been struck by lightning.

It was not until Ye Changqing started speaking that many disciples came to their senses.

"I'm sorry to have made a fool of myself, my fellow disciples. Today, Wu Gen killed an innocent fellow disciple and wanted to surround and kill me. I was forced to fight back to protect myself. All of you brothers saw it."

Upon hearing this, everyone was stunned at first, until someone spoke first, and then the others began to echo him one after another.

"Yes, Wu Gen attacked and killed his fellow disciples. Senior Brother Ye did it out of self-protection."

"I am willing to testify for Senior Brother Ye."

"I would like that too."

"Wu Gen wanted to harm his fellow disciples, so his death is not a pity."

"We support Senior Brother Ye."

The disciples present were not fools and could see the situation clearly.

All of Wu Gen's group were killed, and their bodies are still warm. At this time, the disciples dared not test the swords on themselves and spoke in a flattering manner.

In response, Ye Changqing smiled slightly, gently shook off the blood on the kitchen knife, and then spoke gently.

"Thank you so much, fellow apprentices. Let's clean up and prepare for the feast."

This time, as soon as Ye Changqing finished speaking, the disciples did not hesitate at all and took action immediately.

Those who were carrying the body were carrying the body, those who were cleaning up the bloodstains ..., and those who were tidying up the surrounding tables and chairs were tidying up the tables and chairs.

With the help of the disciples, the yard was quickly restored to its original state. Only the faint smell of blood lingering in the air made everyone realize that everything that had just happened was not an illusion, but real.

After everyone had packed up, they sat down at their seats one by one, sitting upright.

Without Ye Changqing's permission, the disciples seemed to be afraid to move.

As for Ye Changqing, he naturally sat on the main seat.

This time no one dared to object.

Glancing at all the disciples present, Ye Changqing smiled and ordered the meal to begin.

The food was naturally prepared in advance. Without Ye Changqing's instructions, more than a dozen smart disciples took the initiative to take on the task of serving the food.

As plates of tempting, fragrant delicacies were served on the table, the expressions of many disciples became more and more complicated.

The aroma of the food was so tempting that some disciples even ignored the fear in their hearts and began to swallow their saliva.

Some people even murmured.

“This meal...”

All the disciples are talented chefs, so they naturally know what this fragrance represents. Even before eating, they can already tell that the quality of these dishes is definitely not bad.

Ye Changqing also took in the expressions of all the disciples.

Wu Gen and others had to be killed in order to establish his authority, but Ye Changqing had no intention of killing others from beginning to end.

After all, what he wanted was to control the Qiankun Fire Hall like Zhang Wu Yue and the others, rather than killing everyone in the Qiankun Fire Hall and then being a commander without troops.

If all the disciples were really killed, I'm afraid Ma Qiankun would not agree.

So, the big stick is over, now it’s time to move on to the sweet dates.