Xuanhuan: All my apprentices are bosses

"Okay, the game officially begins."

The host of the event is an inner disciple of Taiyi Sword Sect.His cultivation base is only that of Yuan Ying's late stage.

Because of insufficient spiritual power, the sound could not travel very far.

The monks who bought the tickets did not buy it. They could neither see the scene nor hear the commentary, so they made a fuss.

"rnm, refund the money!"

"Isn't this fooling people? We foolishly hang ourselves on the top of the mountain. We don't know what happened over there. Isn't this Taiyi Sword Sect bullying people?"

"That's right, we ask for a replacement! Change to a host with a higher level of cultivation."

At this time, in the arena.

Liang Wanchun was concentrating on preparing the side dishes.The game has just begun.He is not ready to use his trump card yet.

compared to his efforts.

Xiaobai seemed much more perfunctory.

She raised her eyes to look at the censer in the field.

On the exquisite incense burner, three sticks of incense were burning.This is how the game is timed.

It will take an hour for the three sticks of incense to burn out.

She flipped the spatula carelessly twice, yawning boredly.

On the table next to her were all her ingredients.

An egg.

A bowl of leftovers.

Add some scallions, ginger, garlic and chilies.That's all.

She is going to fry a bowl of fried rice with eggs.

This thing won't last long.Just half a cup of tea.

At the same time, the Taiyi Sword Sect, the sixty peaks behind, became more and more noisy.

More and more monks clamored for a refund, and the noise spread directly to the martial arts arena.

"What's going on over there?"

Li Xiumu frowned.

Su Mingtang, who was sitting beside him, smiled. "Senior, don't blame me, I'll go and have a look."

As he spoke, he got up and walked out from the referee's seat.

"What's the situation over there? How do you maintain order?"

Su Mingtang came to the sidelines and sternly asked the disciples who were maintaining order.

"I've disturbed Senior Jinxian's mood, you know? Believe it or not, I'll punish you to go to Tianmu Peak to clean the latrine right away!"

The disciple had a helpless expression on his face, as if he wanted to die.

"Sect Master, it's none of my business... The main reason is that the host's cultivation base is too low, and the audience who bought tickets later couldn't hear his commentary."

Su Mingtang let out an "oh".

"This is easy to handle, you go and call the Great Elder. Replace the host and let him play. Be quicker!"

"Okay, suzerain. I'll go now."

The center of the venue at this time.

The passionate host of Yuanying is explaining the live action of the game.

"We can see that Liang Wanchun, Senior Liang is preparing a delicious dish. Judging from the side dishes and ingredients he listed, the finished product of this dish must be earth-shattering! It really deserves to be the chef of Dongzhou!"

He paused, then turned his gaze to Xiao Bai who was yawning.

Because Xiaobai was bored, he was playing with the spatula.

The host was stunned for a while, not knowing how to explain.

Isn't this player too perfunctory?He simply didn't pay attention to this competition.

He looked at Xiaobai, then at Li Xiumu who was sitting on the judging panel, and swallowed.

He recalled the identity of this powerful man, Da Luo Jinxian!
The perfunctory contestant is the disciple of this senior Jinxian!

Therefore, the host changed the lines that he wanted to report live, and continued to explain,
"Our other contestant, Xiaobai. I saw that her culinary skills also disdain Chef Liang. At this moment, she is not in a hurry, and is skillfully preheating the kitchen utensils... It can be seen that her cooking skills Yi must be shaking the world and weeping ghosts and gods! Moreover, her face is full of desire for victory..."

The underground audience was dumbfounded and talked a lot.

"The kitchen utensils still need to be preheated?"

"Listening to this host's commentary can make people's IQ drop. It's just preheating a kitchen utensil! Everyone knows it, no, there is no need for it at all. How did it become a symbol of culinary skills that shock the world and cry ghosts and gods? "

"Also, that senior Jinxian's disciple is obviously dozing off! Host, where can you tell that her face is full of desire for victory?"

After a while.

The Nascent Soul host who was passionately explaining the live game was replaced because he was not cultivated enough and his voice was not loud enough.

The Great Elder of Taiyi Sword Sect, Yang Yiming, came on stage.

His strength is not bad, less than two thousand years old, he is already a great power in the late stage of emergence.

With his level of spiritual power, with one voice, Taiyi Sword Sect, a total of 72 mountain peaks, those who bought tickets to hang on the mountain peaks to follow the competition, should be able to hear it.

However, Yang Yiming, who was driven off the shelves, went to the stage to fight, dumbfounded, and stood on the field in a daze for a long time.

Explanation?

How to explain?

I won't.

This time, on the entire 72 mountain peaks, the monks who bought the tickets were blown up one after another.

This is not as good as the Nascent Soul host in front.

"rnm, refund the money!"

A group of monks yelled again, more loudly than before.

Li Xiumu frowned at Su Mingtang again.

"What's the situation?"

Su Mingtang looked haggard, and smiled again, "Senior, don't blame me, junior, go and have a look."

He went out of the venue, found the previous monk who maintained order again, and snapped, "Didn't they change the host? What are they making trouble about? How did you maintain order? You were fired! From now on, You will be fined to go to Tianmu Peak to clean the toilet!"

The disciple wanted to cry but had no tears, "Sect Master, this is none of my business..."

The disciples of the Law Enforcing Hall not far away saw their suzerain give an order, no matter whether it was his fault, they came up directly and dragged him down.

The disciples around looked at it with trepidation.

Su Mingtang pointed to one of them, hooked his fingers, and signaled him to come over, "From now on, you will maintain the order here. Tell me, what happened?"

"Sovereign, can I not maintain order?"

"No."

With a look of despair on his face, the disciple took over what Su Mingtang had said before, and explained: "Those monks who bought the tickets are clamoring for a refund."

"Why? Could it be that they are not satisfied with the tickets?"

The disciple pointed to the great elder who was standing on the stage in a daze.

"Sect Master, after the Great Elder came to power, he just stood there stupidly, not explaining.

Those monks who bought tickets not only couldn't see the picture, they couldn't even hear the sound.How about buying the tickets, but hanging on the mountain foolishly, no one will be happy to change it. "

"Then let the Great Elder begin the explanation!"

"But I look at the blinded look of the Great Elder, he doesn't seem to know how to explain..."

Su Mingtang waved his hand disdainfully, "It's not easy, just give him a copy of the lines and let him read it as he wants."

Give lines?
This is a live broadcast!Where are the lines?
Sovereign, you said it too lightly, right?

Su Mingtang looked around seriously, "Quickly settle this matter, if you let them continue to make trouble, you will all be fined to go to Tianmu Peak to clean the toilet!"

After that, he flicked his sleeves and left angrily.

"The disciples of the sect are really inferior to each other. I can't do small things well. I am so disappointed."

The group of disciples who maintained order wanted to cry but had no tears, and their faces were full of mourning.

Let you down too much?
The bad idea of ​​selling hanging tickets came from the Council of Elders.

It's up to you, the suzerain, to change the big elder, this stunned young man, to the stage to host.

Now that something is wrong, why are we the ones who are responsible for cleaning the toilets?
Is it human to bully the small with the big?
On the martial arts arena at this time.

One-third of the incense used to calculate the time has been burned.

Liang Wanchun's ingredients are almost ready, and the next step is to prepare the fire.He wants to make a peerless delicacy that is enough to shock the taste buds.

Both ingredients and heat are indispensable.

When he took time out of his busy schedule to look at his opponent, he was dumbfounded.

what's the situation?
According to the rules of the competition, it is not possible to submit the papers in advance, because this kind of behavior is a disrespect for the culinary competition.

So Xiaobai can only wait.

Wait until the time is almost exhausted, then start her egg fried rice, so as not to cool down after frying and spoil the taste.

But right now, because Xiao Bai was too bored, she fell asleep, lying on the table, snoring, drooling for the whole half of the table.

All the people present showed weird looks at the same time, and turned their attention to Li Xiumu who was in the commentary.