The Urban Successor of God of Gluttony Chapter 402: Sauce 3 cents

Nongong Chen and Feng Ze both felt bitter in their mouths, and eventually Feng Ze spoke first.

"The night is not guaranteed!" Feng Ze murmured with a bitter smile, and turned to the mustard bag, handing it to Gu Zheng: "The ancient head is at ease, the old words are counted, I will leave now, wait back After arriving at the Taishan School, I will announce the Golden Basin to wash my hands, and I will not touch Dan Dao and appraisal in the future."

Gu Zheng didn't speak, but just took Feng Ze's mustard pocket.

Feng Ze’s leaving back looked a little sorrowful, and when he passed Nangong Chen, he sighed. Feng Ze did not expect that his help this time would actually result in a golden basin to wash his hands and end his life as a hero.

"Master Feng!"

Nan Gongchen didn't speak, but Zu Qingbo with an apologetic expression on his face.

"This is my bet. According to the agreement, I will also give the participating stall owners a four-tier resource for each person."

Nangong Chen recovered quickly. When he handed over his bet to Gu Zheng, his face was gone and he was crazy, and there was only a kind of cold hatred.

"Very good." Gu Zheng took over the life-saving jade symbol and resources, but with a faint sound.

"This is your reward." Gu Zhengru handed over a Sipin resource to the female nun who had previously contributed blood.

"Unexpectedly, things have developed to where they are today, and Kunlun hasn't had any movements yet. What happened to the two gods just now?" Gu Zhengxin said.

"Who knows, I thought that after Shennian was swept away, even if Shennian’s master didn’t show up, there should be a Kunlun high-ranking senior to come out and interfere." Qi Ling's voice paused, and then said again: "Don't say Isn’t it enough for you to make trouble? I see that Zu Qingbo obviously has the meaning of being a friend!" Qi Ling smirked.

"Is this really okay?" Gu Zheng moved a little.

"What's wrong, although you made a lot of money today, the Kunlun family has a great cause, and they are not bad at this."

The voice of Qi Ling’s grin just fell, and Zu Qingbo, who has been talking very little, finally took the initiative to find Gu Zheng: “Gu, the head, you really made me look at this, this kind of bet-like contest, You won three times in a row."

"Luck." Gu Zheng smiled.

"I don't know the ancient head, are you interested in betting with me?" Zu Qingbo asked.

"You also want to bet with me? What bet?" Gu Zheng asked.

"These friends of mine are lost in your hands. If I don't gamble with you, I really feel sorry for myself." Zu Qingbo said with a voice, and turned: "My couple A friend, the bet with you is considered a bet, and I want to bet with you!"

The voice of Zu Qingbo fell to the ground, and the sound of cold air around him rang into a sound. Who is Zu Qingbo? Zu Qingbo is a genius. He is a cultivator of the same realm of the Shushan School. He does not rely on external powers such as fairy artifacts and ranks first in strength! How can he not be surprised if he wants to compete with Gu! From the point of view of those who are sullen, it is simply a play to win the ancient struggle by force.

"Everyone don't be surprised. If I bet with the ancient head, the cultivation base will naturally suppress the same level as the ancient head, and you will not play any role, so you can rest assured." Zu Qingbo said .

The ancient controversy was a little hesitant. Each of these princelings is a descendant of the elders of the Kunlun School, the head of which is Zu Qingbo! Kunlun's senior officials naturally value Zu Qingbo as a genius.

The previous bet was considered to be a literary fight. If you win, you win. Although Kunlun’s face is not good-looking, but it makes sense, but if he wins him again with Zu Qingbo in a fight, this slap will hit the face of Kunlun School. On, but a bit too loud! After all, Zu Qingbo is the pride of the Kunlun School, and can be regarded as a representative under the Immortal Cultivator.

However, Gu Zheng's hesitation is only a moment, originally intended to make things bigger, so that the Kunlun sent the high-level attention. The victory or defeat of Zu Qingbo's fighting is definitely a big thing. Since the request was made by himself, then let them bear the consequences of face-slapping! After all, even if he suppresses cultivation behavior again, he still takes a huge advantage. This is his strong point. Even if cultivation culture is suppressed, the combat experience still exists. Besides, Emei has been too lonely for too long, and now it’s time for him to straighten his waist and let those who look at him have a good look.

Gu Zheng laughed, and when he was about to ask Zu Qingbo in detail, a familiar voice sounded outside the crowd.

"Brother, wait a minute, win the ancient master once, you don't need your shot."

The crowd took the initiative to separate a road, and the person who came was Song Bai, Song Bai’s brother.

"This is really a grand event, everyone who should come is here." Gu Zheng smiled slightly.

"I don’t know that you are here in Kunlun. If you know it earlier, you should have lost."

Song Xiu looked at Gu Zheng, and some of his eyes were not hatred, but a kind of contempt and disgust.

"Do you want to bet with him?" Zu Qingbo asked.

"Indeed, once lost to him once, I can't and don't want to give him a second chance to win me." Song Xiu looked at Gu Zhengdao.

"You are really very confident one by one, why do you think I will bet with you?"

Guzheng is naturally not afraid of betting with Song Xiu, but he doesn’t like Song Xiu taking this for granted.

"You," Song Xiu voiced a smile, and then smiled: "Why? Don’t you dare to gamble? Afraid? If you are afraid, as long as you say it clearly, we don’t have to gamble."

"Afraid? I don't know how to write this word in Guzheng, but I just don't want to lose with my men and fight twice."

The sounds of ancient controversy fell to the ground, and the voices of enquiries around them all sounded together.

"What do you mean? The ancient leader has won Song Daoyou once?"

"When did this happen? How did you win Song Daoyou?"

"Winning should also be a literary fight? Song Daoyou seems to be a person who doesn't like cultivation very much and concentrates on the way of cooking. What would he compare with the ancient master?"

"Tell you! I don’t know how tall Song Daoyou’s cooking is. The food made by Gu Gu’s head is so delicious!"

Luo Jin, who is in a good mood, made a noise. Although he hadn’t eaten anything Gu Gu had done, he also smelled it. Now because of Guzheng, his inner strength has been purified, which makes him feel friendly when looking at Guzheng.

"Oh? It seems that Gu Zhang is also a master of culinary skills. Could it be said that their bets are on culinary skills?"

"Interesting, two cultivators bet on culinary skills, hehe..."

"Everyone be quiet!" Song Xiu's face was a little hot after listening to everyone's comments.

"As the saying goes, when Shibei saw each other on the third day, the ancient leader once won me, but it does not mean that he can still win now! You dare not accept the challenge, which is enough to show that you are afraid." Song Xiu laughed. .

"Afraid? You're so funny! Okay, let's talk, how do you want to bet with me?" Gu Zheng disdain.

"Let's make a special dish one by one, and then find a judge to rate it, but the dishes we made this time cannot be the ones we cooked during the food contest." Song Xiu said.

Song Xiu and Gu Zheng both cooked several dishes during the food competition. It is undeniable that the dishes they made were all the dishes they were good at, but Gu still won. And the rules established by Song Xiu at this time are not conducive to ancient disputes!

"This is not a food contest after all, but a gamble. Since I want to gamble, I think the rules are the fairest." Gu Zheng voiced a meal and said again: "We use the same ingredients to make the same dishes. In order to better contrast, who made the food is more delicious, otherwise the two different dishes, radish and cabbage have their own love, there will be certain problems compared."

"Yes, Gu is right, this rule is fair."

"Yes, the two different flavors are sometimes difficult to choose. Who will be better."

"I think it's better to follow Gu's proposal."

Many of the onlookers spoke.

"Let me take a bet with him!" Zu Qingbo said when seeing Song Xiu didn't speak for a while.

"Don’t worry about ancestors, I believe that Song Daoyou will not be so tempted so quickly, he should be thinking about how to make rules, not be afraid."

The emergence of Song Xiu, Gu Zheng is actually very happy. After all, there is something that Xiu Xi envy him, so with Song Xiu, he is bound to bet.

"Yes, I am really thinking about the rules! Two people use the same ingredients and make the same food. This proposal is indeed good. However, what kind of dishes can’t be listened to by you or by me. Otherwise, it seems unfair." Song Xiu said with a voice, and continued: "Since it's a gamble, the luck component is naturally very important. It's not as good as ours. One person writes the dishes that he owns and puts them in the box. , Find someone to draw one of them, as our bet dishes, what do you think of this?"

"I don’t have to be your favorite dish. I don’t have to be my favorite dish. Your suggestion sounds exciting enough. Basically, you can find dishes you don’t have. Will lose." Gu Zheng laughed.

"How do you dare to gamble?" Song Xiu urged.

"I want to know, who will choose one and who will be the judges?" Gu Zheng asked.

"Well, no matter the person who is selected or the judges are selected from the people on the spot. There is only one person responsible for the selection. If this person lets me designate, then the three judges can be appointed. Two people will do it. If the person selected is appointed by the head of the ancients, then the three judges will be designated by me. The final food is divided equally, there is no zero, no decimal, only one to five, and the final The score is high or low to decide whether to win or lose. Do you think it is fair?"

Song Xiu’s proposal sounds fair, but in fact it is absolutely beneficial to him.

First of all, the person who is responsible for the extraction, if Song Xiu is selected, he will definitely choose Cui Ying who can look around and let Cui Ying pick out his specialty. If Gu Zheng chooses the person who is responsible for drawing, Gu Zheng does not have the same advantage, and here is originally Kunlun's home court, with Feng Ze's precedent ahead, Song Xiu wants to find two people who will be biased towards him. It's not difficult.

Seeing the old contention hesitating, Song Xiu smiled and said: "You are a guest, if you agree to this rule, then how to choose, sovereignty can be given to you."

"Yes, but I need to know what the bet is first." Gu Zheng said.

"The bet I want is what you win from Choi Daoyou and Nangong Daoyou."

As soon as Song Xiu spoke, there was a sudden laughter and a breath of cool breath.

It is undeniable that Song Xiu’s bet is a bit too much. If he wins, Gu Zheng will bet twice before winning. In addition to winning Feng Ze’s mustard pocket, everything else must be returned. But even if he lost the bet, there is still a tempting Zu Qingbo behind him. If the bet required by Zu Qingbo is still returned to what they lost before, then in terms of probability alone, the ancient contention is Eat a big loss! How often do you have non-wet shoes by the river? Normal people will not agree to such a bet.

But on the other hand, if the people who won this time are still old-fashioned, Kunlun will lose more things here! This is also the reason why some people take a breath.

"Song Daoyou's bet is a bit too much! Cui Daoyou and Nangong Daoyou lost a total of 90 pieces of fifth-grade resources, plus a life-saving jade, you want to win them back once Ah?" Gu Zheng shook his head.

"It is indeed the case, but if I lose, have you ever thought about it, you can make a big profit!" Song Xiu confuses.

"It is indeed the case, but if I lose, then I will lose miserably." Gu Zhengbai gave Song Xiu a glance: "However, you are willing to bet so big, I am also happy to accompany you! Your bet is again What?"

"My bet is a fairy set, the one you've seen!" Song Xiu gritted his teeth.

An old contention moved. He really wanted Song Xiu’s set of fairy utensils. Even if Song Xiu didn’t speak out, he would make this request, but since Song Zhe made it, he couldn’t do it so easily. promise.

"Although your kitchen utensils are fairy tools, their main role is still in cooking, and they are not suitable for fighting. Although such a fairy tool is still a fairy tool, it seems to be of little use." Gu Zheng said.

"It may not be useful to others, but it is different for you. Don't you want this fairy set?" Song Xiu continued to bewitched.

Guzheng shook his head: "Want to want, but you want to win back what you lost? If so, then raise again, otherwise I will not be satisfied with your bet."

Song Xiu gritted his teeth: "Yes, how about I add 15 more Fifth Grade resources?"

"Yes, the bet is final."

Gu Zhan didn't say anything on the bet. Anyway, he just didn't want Song Xiu to easily achieve his wish. Song Xiu just added anything.

"Since the stakes are finalized, can you tell now, what are your supplements to the rules?" Song Xiu asked.

"As a judge participating in gambling, you must not let people live in vain. I suggest that all judges who participate in gambling should be paid by the loser afterwards to pay five people and four grades of resources for hard work."

As soon as the voice of ancient contention fell, the sound of the energetic enrollment all around sounded good, and you could taste the food and the good things that resources were available. No one was unimpressed.

"Everyone is quiet."

Gu Zheng signaled that everyone was quiet: "One person, five items and four grades of resources are not paid low, but I need the judges to be absolutely fair and fair. The participating judges must make a vow and be responsible for his score!"

The sound of the ancient controversy fell to the ground, and some of the people who had signed up eagerly became quiet immediately. Although Gu Zheng's approach does not guarantee the judges' absolute fairness, it can at least play an insurance role.

Song Xiu frowned, he wanted to refute Gu Zheng's proposal, but he had no reason to refute it.

"The proposal of Gu Zhangmin is fair. I accept this proposal. Should Gu Zhangjun say it now, did you have the last choice?" Song Xiu said.

"I choose two judges, just choose you two!"

Gu Zheng argued that Luo Jin, and the lady who helped the blood transfusion just now, have been actively registering.

"Yes, I will choose you as the judge!"

Song Xiu pointed at a Kunlun disciple.

"This disciple is poor at cultivation. In his thirties, he is still at the later stage of cultivation on the second floor! Such a talent can't touch the mind-devil realm for a lifetime." Qi Ling laughed.

"It's okay. If I'm not confident in cooking, what else can make me confident? I just need the two judges I chose to be fair." Gu Zhengxin said.

"As for the person who is responsible for selection, I will choose Cui Ying Daoyou!"

Unsurprisingly, Song Xiu chose Cui Ying.

"Haha." Gu Zhengxiao laughed in his heart. He knew that Song Xiu would choose Cui Ying, but he did not ask Cui Ying to make a vow, that he wanted Cui Ying to be disappointed in her confidence again.

"Cui Daoyou's character, I naturally believe it." Gu Zhenghong smiled at Cui Ying, and then said again: "Three judges, you can now swear."

"I Luo Jin swears to the demon that today I will review the taste of the food made by the two Taoists, and I will definitely stand on the perspective of fairness and justice. I will never add a little bit of personal feelings. If I violate this oath, He will surely lose everything in his heart and soul!"

Luo Jin took the oath with his hair, and the other two followed, and soon completed the oath.

"Take out the bet!"

Song Xiu took out his set of fairy utensils. Guzheng also took the resources he had won before, and took out the life-preserving jade from Nangongchen.

Both of them put their bets on the ground, watching the crowd envious.

A stall owner contributed a big box, and Cui Ying punched a hole in the box lid with inner strength, indicating that Song Xiu and Gu Zheng could write notes.

Song Xiu wrote it quickly and threw the note into the box. Gu Zheng also threw the note into it.

What Gu Xiu wants to do, Gu Zheng doesn’t know, and the dish he wants to make is ‘Jiubian Dumplings, which has been cooking for a long time, but has never been done.

"I still want to look at things apart. Last time I couldn’t see what was in the box, but now I’m still not stubborn, why should I let you have an illusion?"

Qi Ling bad smile~IndoMTL.com~ It seems that the things selected by Cui Ying will be deviated, and the frowned frowning ancients said: "Slow down."

"What's wrong?"

If Cui Ying just can’t see the things in the box, she still has half the chance to select the note written by Song Xiu, but if Ji Ling helps again, the note she selected is bound to be written by Gu Zheng. .

The taste that Gu Zheng is good at, plus two impartial judges, Song Xiu’s loss will be a sure thing. However, Gu Zheng suddenly didn't want this.

"Qi Ling, let her see the things in the box and let him choose the deliciousness that Song Xiu is good at? The same ingredients, I don’t believe it, I don’t make Song Xiu delicious!" Gu Pride air.

"Okay, guts!"

Cui Ling cheered, and Cui Ying, who was still feeling depressed in her eyes, immediately felt clear again.

"Sauce Three Immortals!"

Cui Ying read the words on the note, and then showed the note to everyone to show that it was not fraudulent.