Chapter 175

With a light cough, Feng Qingge hurriedly threw these thoughts into her mind. What was she thinking, Mu Cangyun should not have appeared in her mind.

His cheeks flushed, Weiner frowned, and stomped his feet involuntarily: "Xiping, what nonsense, how could a dignified god of war be inferior to our warriors of Sang Kingdom, I have seen his strength, which is incomparable to other warriors. ,I……"

"What, you've already slept with him!" Shan Xiping's face became even more ugly, she pushed Wiener away from her, and roared, "Forget about my nosy, marry whoever you want to marry. Who is going! Just don't forget, my family, your brother, all died at the hands of the men of the country of Yun! Look at what you're going to do, just chop this shit, I can chop it out when I'm three years old!"

"Miss Shan." Putting down the axe in her hand, Feng Qingge raised her eyebrows and looked at the woman in front of her, her face slightly cold, and she whispered, "Please respect yourself. For a chef, do you know the consequences of provocative words?"

"Of course I know, what if I'm not as good at cooking as you are now? You're under my management now, can't I come and find fault with you!" Shan Xiping said angrily, and this sentence came out of her mouth, Such righteous words.

"As a chef, you should also find fault with your cooking skills. Could it be that Miss Shan, are you going to challenge me in chopping wood?" Pinching her fingers, Feng Qingge sneered.

Shan Xiping's face sank, seeing Wei Na beside her, and thinking of the God of War Mu Cangyun who appeared, she only felt an anger rushing to her forehead. What day is today, and why are so many people mad at her!

"Okay, what's wrong with me challenging you on chopping wood? Don't think I don't know your swordsmanship. During the test, only your swordsmanship is the worst. Only you can chop such wood!" The firewood of varying thickness, Shan Xiping discarded at Feng Qingge's feet.

The corner of his mouth ticked upwards, and he raised his head slightly to look at Shan Xiping, who was a head taller than himself. Feng Qingge couldn't help grinning and said, "Really, that Miss Shan is going to fight me? There is a duel between the chefs. Do you want to fight big or small?"

"What's big or small?" Wiener didn't know about the chefs, but felt that Feng Qingge had too many words. If she was, she would definitely swing the whip and slap him.

Feng Qingge helplessly spread out her hands and laughed softly: "Dou Xiao, don't hurt the peace, the loser just admits his mistake. Dou Da, cut your hands and quit the culinary world, etc. What do you want to bet on, Miss Shan ?"

Shan Xiping couldn't help trembling at the weird smile on the corner of Shangfeng Qingge's mouth, that demonic smile made her timid, how could she... resist the uneasiness in her heart, Shan Xiping said coldly: "Then Big bet! You and I both know that in two months, it will be the time for the culinary duel, and if the loser, he will make a trick and retire from the culinary world!"

"Okay, but I don't have much time, how about a game to decide the outcome?" Feng Qingge sneered with an indifferent smile.

Such a girl who doesn't know how high the sky is, she will let Shan Xiping know what the gap is!

If you pick a thong, isn't that even a star teacher can't do it? Taking a breath of air, Weiner looked at the two people in front of him. The stake was indeed a bit big.

court death!

Shan Xiping sneered, her eyes closed slightly, and said with a sneer, "Okay, but the topic is up to me, I want to see, what qualifications do you have to compare with me!"

Pulling with one hand, the kitchen knife at the waist fell into her hand, Shan Xiping's right hand waved, and the cold light in the air flashed away, her black eyes stared at Feng Qingge, her red lips were slightly open, and she was indifferent. Said: "We compare sword skills, whoever can engrave the most characters on this wood within a stick of incense will win!"

"Xiping, you..." Weiner couldn't help but shook his head secretly. Shan Xiping is good at swordsmanship. Her goal is to move towards the highest level of swordsmanship. The lettering is unmatched by others.

She took out her own unique skills, naturally she was very sure. The kid on the opposite side is dead!

As if hearing the funniest joke, Feng Qingge couldn't help raising the corners of her mouth and lettering on the wood, thanks to this woman being able to come up with it, but unfortunately, she was wrong...

Picking a kitchen knife at random, Feng Qingge stood in front of the table, looking at the two pieces of wood placed in front of her, she just raised her head slightly and confirmed again: "Are you sure, compared to swordsmanship?"

"Ha, if you're scared, get out of here immediately!" Looking at Feng Qingge proudly, Shan Xiping held the kitchen knife, and when the cigarette on the incense burner was lit, the kitchen knife in her hand brought a touch of It was a bright and cold light, heading towards the wood on the table.

"Brush!" Wherever the blade passed, the sawdust flew, and the slender wrist moved in the air, and the wood placed on the table was immediately cut off. Shan Xiping's technique is very fast. As soon as the kitchen knife in his hand enters and leaves the room, the big character has been engraved on the wood, but it is the character of mountain.

It is not bad to be able to use this sword technique at such an age.

Feng Qingge nodded secretly and held the kitchen knife in his hand. Those eyes stared at the grain on the wood coldly, but it was like cutting a winter melon. The whole kitchen knife was chopped on the wood, and the round wood was divided into two. Feng Qingge was cut in half.

"Oh, it's the first time I've seen someone write this way." With a mocking smile, Weiner looked at Feng Qingge's movements with disdain. It was obvious that winning or losing was at hand.

"Of course, this is the first time you've seen it, and it's the last time." The kitchen knife in her hand turned over and fell on Feng Qingge's left hand, she slowly closed her eyes, and said lightly, "I'll still use my left hand to carve. , lest you say I bullied you."

"Pfft!" Shan Xiping almost didn't hold back and sprayed it out. Feng Qingge, who is so laborious to cut wood, actually said that she used her left hand to carve? Go to his uncle, don't even look at it, she has carved the tenth character now, even other chefs can only carve this character in a stick of incense.

Wind, hands up.

The elegant movement unfolded, and the ordinary kitchen knife seemed to be alive in her hands, gently passing over the wood, and then, an unforgettable scene suddenly appeared, dozens of phantoms unfolded one after another, A little on the wood, the wood on the table immediately spun away, spinning on the back of her knife.

Under each rotation, the kitchen knife in her hand would go in and out a little, and the clear handwriting appeared quickly.

"This is..." Lin Yue, who had just stepped into the yard, changed his face greatly, his pupils shrank suddenly, his heart seemed to be smashed by something, and he couldn't help biting his tongue, Keep yourself awake.

Before one piece of wood had finished rotating, Feng Qingge had already rotated the other piece of wood, and the tip of the knife moved along with the trend, and the half of the piece of wood was still spinning. At the moment when the cigarette was extinguished, her blade left the wood, and the two rotating wood left a trace on the table.