บท 687: The Ancestral Alligator Shows Up Again

Home run… bulls**t!

That young chef had used a wok to pound away an expert from one of the holy-lands. Was he crazy? Wasn't he afraid that the expert would get up and attack him?

Chu Changsheng and the others wore awkward faces. No one had ever expected that the young chef would take action.

Still, the important point was that he used a wok to hit and send away an expert from a holy-land. They could even see clearly that at the moment the black wok and the old man's face made contact, his face distorted and his teeth flew out.

Bu Fang held the Black Turtle Constellation Wok with gold light moving on it. His hair was flying as he was looking indifferently to somewhere far away.