Saint Spirit Sky, the square of the branch of the God of Cookery Meeting.
Han Feng looked at Lin Ruomiao beside him and nodded at her.
Then, Lin Ruomiao's figure disappeared from his sight.
At the same time, the competition in the square was also going on like tea and fire.
The rules of the competition were always the same.
That was, in the room, no matter how you used the props and ingredients inside.
As long as you could cook a dish and obtain the recognition of the Hell Sect, you could win.
This was also the most important moment of the entire dish.
At this stage of cooking, one needed to absorb the air between heaven and earth into the dishes they made.
The quality of ordinary dishes also depended on the amount of spiritual energy in the dishes.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The various competitors were also constantly fighting for the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.
