Soul-Slaying Girl: All the contracts I contracted are ancient divine weapons.

When Han Zhan came to the fourth tent.

A middle-aged man who was fatter than the drunkard Sun Yun was hurriedly wearing a white chef's hat.

He hummed a little tune, feeling a little contented, as if he didn't regard this place as a battlefield at all.

"Coming."

When he saw Han Zhan, Fan Zhaohui even said hello to him when he had time, and then threw a fried fish that he had just carefully fried to him.

The tender fried fish was thrown to the Korean War.

Han Zhan suddenly felt a sense of crisis that made his hair stand on end.

In the eyes of outsiders, it was just tender fried fish, but in his eyes, it turned into a sharp slash that he had never seen before!

Can't avoid it!

Han Zhan's muscles all over his body were tense, and all four of his muscles were open, trying to use his own willpower to get rid of the lock of this attack.

But still can't avoid it.

In Han Zhan's conscious judgment, no matter which direction he went to hide or avoid, the fried fish that had been fried in advance would appear directly in front of him, and then cut him in half without any surprise!

There is no way to avoid it!

Zheng!

Without hesitation, a sound like ripping silk sounded on the battlefield.

Han Zhan woke up like an enlightenment. At this time, the tender fried fish was only an arm's distance away from him.

He jerked his body to the right, and the fried fish flew backwards against his arm.

Only then did a deafening sound sound.

boom!

From the place where Fan Chaohui threw the fried fish to the place where Han Zhan was standing just now, the unimaginable force of the slash created a deep ravine in the ground!

"what?"

Fan Zhaohui was a little surprised that Han Zhan was able to dodge his "fish attack".

"I didn't expect that you still have a hidden card that you haven't revealed yet. The sound of the piano just now was a bit interesting."

Han Zhan glanced down at the ravine on the ground next to him with lingering fear, and then looked at Fan Chaohui.

At this time, although Fan Zhaohui was still smiling and wearing a white chef's hat, like a funny fat chef, Han Zhan seemed to see an abyss behind him that opened up and was filled with countless sharp and sharp teeth. , covering the sky and the sun.

Like a glutton!

"Fuck-"

Fan Zhaohui ignored Han Zhan and continued to cook his own food.

When Han Zhan caught a glimpse of what he was cooking, his eyelids twitched.

Three pieces of fried fish, several sizes larger than before, were being fried until they were sizzling with oil and golden on both sides.

In addition, there was a large pot in which something was simmering and steaming.

There is also a high drawer basket, and Fan Zhaohui is taking the time to add firewood to it.

Judging from the way he is busy, he is no different from a real cook.

If it weren't for the bottomless ravine on the ground right in front of him, Han Zhan would almost believe it.

"This is the gluttonous realm of Lord Eater!"

"As a gourmet in the food industry, I have spent hundreds of years researching the three major techniques of steaming, frying and boiling."

Onlookers who know the eater Fan Chaohui explained what they saw.

Fan Zhaohui is a veteran strongman of the Anti-Xia Alliance, and his strength has reached the peak of the seventh level, and is only one step away from the eighth level.

Before he entered the City of Evil, his awakened talent was that of a cook, and his spirit was a spatula for cooking. He was ridiculed at the time.

After being exiled to the extremely evil city, Fan Zhaohui changed his mind and combined cooking with tasting delicious food to create his own gluttonous world.

Although the name of Taotie Realm sounds domineering, it actually took a hundred years of polishing to develop the three major skills of steaming, frying and boiling. It is still a long way from the so-called eight major skills. With Fan Zhaohui's talent, I am afraid that Nowhere in sight.

But even these three skills are enough for him to make a name for himself in the entire evil city.

"Master Fan Zhaohui tried his best this time. In previous battles, he often only prepared one skill, or two skills. It is rare to see all three skills at once like today."

"Fried fish is chopping, what are the differences between steaming and boiling?" someone asked curiously.

"You'll find out next time. If your guess is correct, this young man named Han Zhan should try to bully him like before."

Sure enough, the onlookers who spoke were right.

After Han Zhan saw the three fried fish, he immediately exerted force on his feet, and an afterimage passed over his body, heading towards Fan Chaohui himself.

Seeing Han Zhan move, Fan Zhaohui also moved.

At this moment, he had already fried a golden and crispy fried fish in the pot. After picking up the tail from the oil with chopsticks, Fan Chaohui repeated his old trick and threw it towards Han Zhan.

boom!

The fried fish turned into a ridiculously powerful slash again and came towards him.

Han Zhan was forced out of his body in mid-air.

The chopsticks in Fan Zhaohui's hand had been switched to a spoon at this moment. He opened the lid of the pot that was simmering next to him, took a spoonful and poured it towards Han Zhan.

The moment he swung the spoon, the spicy red oil mixed with the hot soup ingredients crackled in mid-air.

It turned out to be a whole pot of spicy hotpot!

Compared with alcoholic Sun Yun's wine-burning technique, Fan Zhaohui's Malatang was obviously better. Han Zhan was knocked down from the sky again, the clothes on his upper body had melted, and his exposed skin was reddened by the Malatang.

He has the body of a heavenly snake and can barely bear it. You can imagine how powerful he is.

Before Han Zhan could calm down, Fan Zhaohui had already thrown out two more fried fish.

No matter in terms of attack frequency, attack intensity, or attack method, Eater Fan Zhaohui's attacks are impeccable. Even the Korean War will not be able to defeat him for a while.

Because of the pressure put by Fan Chaohui's fried fish slash, Han Zhan had to lock his spirit on Fuxiqin. Fuxiqin with Qingxinsan and Long Xiangcao could allow him to get rid of the unique slash judgment of fried fish, as well as improve Use your own body strength to avoid slashing attacks.

The source of nothingness cannot be used. With Han Zhan's spiritual energy at the sixth level, he can only use two contract spirits at the same time for no more than fifteen minutes.

Once exceeded, the spiritual energy will be exhausted.

He must plan carefully and find the right time to take action.

Different from the Korean War, Fan Zhaohui's painting style is completely different.

He took out three more fish from the food box and put them into the oil pan, then added water to the Malatang cooking pot and added firewood under the basket.

After this set of operations, it seems that the consumption of the previous attack has been replenished.

Faced with this powerless situation, Han Zhan took two deep breaths and adjusted his mood.

"No matter how strong a person is, they all have their weaknesses. The weaker the link, the more it is hidden in seemingly careless operations."

"The Taotie Realm is indeed powerful, but I don't believe that there is no price for using it."

As Han Zhan spoke, his eyes shifted from Fan Zhaohui to the seemingly large food boxes behind him.

"In the Taotie Realm, how much time and spiritual energy does it take to prepare three skills at the same time?"

Han Zhan's words made Fan Zhaohui, who had been busy in an orderly manner, pause for a moment.