The young leader is still kneeling on the ground and doesn't want to leave. It seems that he still doesn't want to accept him as an apprentice.

The little leader is a very persistent person who doesn't speak, so he kneels on the ground and doesn't move.

"Young master, don't worry. Go back first and wait. The new western cooking school will start in the future. I promise to leave you an apprenticeship! Don't worry, I Ye Qing always keep my word!"

Ye Qing finally accepted what he said. Anyway, he made up his mind to hold Ye Qing's thigh.

The chefs present are all messy in the wind. When did their godly little masters grovel so much

Moreover, Ye Qing is not willing to recruit a small master as an apprentice, but gives an unrealistic promise.

It's a pity to think that he will become an apprentice in the future.

With Ye Qing's cooking of Changsha stinky tofu, the whole cooking competition came to an end.

No one can surpass the Changsha stinky tofu fried by Ye Qing.

According to the time stipulated in the cooking competition, there will be about half an hour of competition time next.

However, Ye Qing's performance was so amazing that the next games became garbage time and nothing to do.

There is no doubt that Ye Qing has become the most dazzling figure in the cooking competition and enjoys the worship of chefs.

After four sub professional competitions, the prince's face was even worse than eggplant, and his mood was extremely difficult.

Throughout the four games, the only benefit the prince obtained is probably a taste of Changsha stinky tofu, so he improved his cultivation level.

In other aspects, the great prince is a complete failure. In terms of points, he is completely behind the seventh prince.

"No, I can't give up. Next, there's still a chance!"

The great prince bit his teeth. Now he has only had four sub professional competitions. Next, there is a crucial music competition!

Under the great prince, there is a famous music master who must be able to help the great prince and save some situations.

In addition, the trial competition is not only a competition for sub occupations, but also a competition for combat effectiveness. The eldest prince is very confident in his strong men. Compared with the seventh prince, he has obvious advantages.

"Old seven, Ye Qing, don't be complacent. There is a music competition next. I don't believe you can beat Ma Le Wang!"

The prince sneered and looked at a young man in white in his own camp.

The young master in white looks handsome. He is a famous musician in the Grand Prince camp. He is called King Ma Le!

The title of music king is definitely not a joke. In the purple sea Empire, Ma music king is a unique existence. He is unique in the field of music!

"Master Ma Le Wang, the next game depends on you!"

With a solemn face, the eldest prince bowed deeply to the king of Marle in the crowd!

Four sub professional competitions have been held, and the Grand Prince has been defeated miserably. In the last sub professional competition, he must save face!

King MAHLE is the great prince's support!

"Don't worry, Prince. In the territory of the purple sea Empire, I rank second than music, and no one dares to be the first!"

King Ma Le's face was arrogant and his eyes looked into the high sky. He looked like Lao Tzu was the best in the world and didn't pay attention to the people in the world.

"Who says no one recognizes the first? I Ye Qing is the first musician of the purple sea empire! Well, no, I'm the first musician in the wasteland!"

Just when the king of Ma Le was forced to dress, Ye Qing came in stride. He was elegant, with long black hair flying in the wind. He looked up at the sky at a 45 degree angle. There was an unspeakable charm!

The surrounding beauty audience burst into warm cheers, with small stars in their big eyes.

"Who? Dare to talk nonsense in front of me? You're not afraid of the wind flashing your tongue?"

King Ma Le is not happy. In the whole purple sea Empire, who doesn't know his ability?!

Now, someone is boasting in front of him and claiming to be the first musician in the wasteland. It's too loud!

You know, with the skill of King MAHLE, I dare not say that I am the first musician in the wasteland!

The boundless continent is so huge. The purple sea empire is just the tip of the iceberg. Although King MAHLE is arrogant, he still knows himself.

"Don't you think you're second? Sorry, I'm first."

Ye Qing has a cheap smile on his face. What he dislikes most is that others pretend to force him in front of him!

What "if you think you are the second, no one dares to think you are the first". How can you bear this kind of forced words in front of Ye Qing?

"Do you think you are the first? Boy, do you really think you are a pentathlon? Don't think you have made some achievements in other fields, I'm afraid of you!"

King Ma Le's face was gloomy. He admitted that Ye Qing's Alchemy, runes, animal control and cooking were all at the top.

However, this does not mean that Ye Qing is also the best in music.

You know, a person's energy is limited. While cultivating martial arts, Ye Qing also studied various sub occupations. How can she be proficient in everything?

This is illogical. It is a miracle that Ye Qing has such attainments in alchemy, rune, animal control and cooking!

Ma Le Wang absolutely does not think that Ye Qing has such high achievements in music.

"Boy, you're still interesting. You want to be the first. You don't see how many kilograms you have. I'm afraid you're not even a seven-star musician?"

King Ma Le sneered repeatedly, and the contempt in his eyes was undisguised.

"I'm a one-star musician. What's the matter?" Ye Qing said.

King Ma Le snorted coldly when he heard the speech. Of course, he would not believe Ye Qing's nonsense.

When hearing Ye Qing's words, those people in the camp of the seventh Prince immediately drew a corner of their mouth.

Why are you so familiar with this? Previously, Ye Qing seemed to have said that she was a one-star alchemist, a one-star Rune teacher or something.

As a result, Ye Qing's strength almost scared people to death!

"Boy, stop talking nonsense. If you really have the ability, you will surpass me in music!"

Ma Le Wang sneered and moved. He came to the music field and was ready to show his unique skills!

The form of music competition is a little different from the previous sub professional competitions.

Only one musician can perform at a time, and then ask the judges present to score to ensure absolute fairness.

Of course, this will take longer.

In the music arena, there are a total of ten referees, all famous seven-star musicians of Zihai Empire and figures of the older generation.

It is more authoritative for them to act as referees.

With the announcement of the judges, the music competition officially opened. The musicians who participated in the competition lined up and were ready to perform.

The rule of music competition is that each musician plays a piece of music, which is scored by the referee.

Among them, those who score more than 70 points can enter the next round of competition.

King Ma Le stood among the crowd, his eyes were contemptuous and arrogant, and did not pay attention to the people all over the world.

One after another, there are musicians playing. Among them, there are some outstanding seven-star musicians, but in the view of Ma Le Wang, they are not worth mentioning.