"What do you mean...the kitchen class, and there are anyone stronger than you?"

After a long time, Qu Fuming reacted and couldn't help it anymore.

The whole body is connected and you will break through Mingjin at any time... Such a strong person is the weakest in the kitchen team? Isn't it?

Just kidding!

"Yes... I don't believe it, I can take the leader over and take a look..." said the soldier.

The two looked at each other, nodded quickly, and followed closely behind.

They wanted to see what kind of immortal cooking squad is there in District J of Jincheng. Even the masters who are about to reach Mingjin can only pick up manure!

Following behind me, I soon came to a courtyard.

Before entering the door, I saw a soldier sweeping the floor and just sweeping to the huge millstone. I felt that the bottom was dirty. When I lifted my left hand, the millstone was lifted up, held up with one hand, swiped with my right hand, and cleaned it up quickly.

boom!

Just put it casually, the ground sways and dust is flying.

As soon as the face shook, the seventh brother of Qi's family trembled: "This one needs to have more than five hundred kilograms..."

Such a large millstone carved from bluestone is definitely more than 500 kilograms. It is held with one hand, like picking up a ball or a book, which is so relaxing and unreasonable...

Qu Fuming's body shook.

He could easily lift such things, but... the opposite side was a young man in his twenties, and he was a cleaning order...

"Leader, look..."

The secretary following behind him shivered his lips and couldn't help but point.

The seventh brother of Qi's family, Qu Fuming, hurriedly looked up, and then saw a chef wearing an apron, carrying two pigs on his shoulders, and strode towards a room.

Each pig is at least 200 kilograms. The two heads are added up to a height of more than one meter. If someone else can't control it, this guy not only carries it very easily, but also walks steadily...

Hurry!

A pig fell off his shoulder without control.

Whoosh!

A soldier passing by was watering the farmland suddenly stretched out his left hand, gently lifted it up, as if holding a cotton ball: "Be careful, smash the seedlings I planted to death, be careful that I will complain!"

"Sorry, sorry, be careful next time..."

The chef soldier's face turned red and his other hand gently hooked.

call!

The fallen pig flew up and landed on his shoulders impartially.

Click!

The weight was too large, and the blue bricks under your feet immediately broke.

"Are you mistaken? I broke more than 30 pieces in one morning. The bricks are not worth it? Do you pay for the funds? Can't you be careful?"

Anger sounded in the room, and then a figure jumped out with a "swoosh!" and a distance of seven or eight meters.

He held a brick in his hand, raised his fingers and inserted it gently.

Bang!

A hole immediately appeared on the hard ground, and the bricks and stones were pried up and replaced easily...

"Mingjin..."

Following the saliva, Qu Fuming felt a little overturned.

Just after I finished talking to Brother Qi, it took ten years to connect the strength, and I chose one in a thousand. As a result... in a kitchen class, so many experts emerged, one of them is better than the other, and there are those who have reached Mingjin...

Can anyone tell me what's going on?

Bang!

Just as I felt unbelievable, the ground was shaking, and when I turned around, I saw a soldier hoeing the ground. The hoe shook gently, and a crack appeared on the ground immediately, and the soil was turned up like a long dragon.

“…”

Qu Fuming's face was bitter, okay, this person who hoes the ground also has the power of Mingjin.

Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

In the room, the smoke was running around and the flames were unstable. Several people looked at it, and the chef who had just entered began to stir the spoon.

The iron pot with a diameter of about four meters in his hand was like an ordinary fried scoop. The dishes inside kept flying and smelling.

"This...is more than 500 kilograms..."

The Qi family's seventh brother wants to cry.

I'm not here to cook, but Superman training camp?

Could it be... the squad leader is Xue Rengui?

"Your kitchen team is so powerful?"

After a while, I couldn't help but look at the soldiers carrying feces not far away.

"It's not amazing, it can only be considered ordinary... The art troupe over there is amazing. Yesterday we were beaten by a female soldier of the art troupe..."

The soldier picks up the dung-carrying face is shy.

"Art troupe?"

Full of doubts, several people left the yard of the kitchen team, walked towards the art troupe, and entered it.

The Nuoda Theater is not large.

A girl in her twenties, standing not far away, holding her hands around her, and holding a huge piano, was lifted up: "Captain, where is this thing placed?"

"Let's put it over there..."

A middle-aged woman pointed casually and looked unhappy: "Didn't I ask you to bring two pianos? Why did you only take one? Are you lazy?"

"Captain, I have a bad talent and my cultivation is not smooth, so my power is too small. I am really embarrassed to try to pick up two planes tomorrow..."

Full of shame, the girl's face turned red.

Qu Fuming and Qi's seventh brother covered their chests at the same time.

This is a grand piano, one of which is more than 600 pounds... A girl with small arms and calves picked it up casually, and was actually said to be lazy...

The key is that the talent is not good...

This is called bad talent, what does it mean?

Bang bang bang bang bang bang!

A huge sound rang deep in the hall.

Looking at each other in confusion, the two continued to walk in, lifted the curtain and stared in a daze again.

I saw a tall and beautiful young girl inside, spinning around, covered with sandbags, and her slender and straight legs, and every time she turned around, she got one.

The sofa bag made a "bang!" sound, flying more than two meters high.

"This sandbag is not filled, but real sand... so big, each one needs seven or eight hundred kilograms..."

Looking at the broken place of the sand belt, fine sand flowed out, Qi Jiaqi Ge's throat was dry.

Qu Fuming nodded mechanically.

My neck feels a little numb.

A sandbag weighing seven or eight hundred pounds can be kicked and flew away by just turning around... What kind of power is this?

I'm afraid that in the darkness, it's all right up!

This...is it really a art troupe?

When did the Art Soldier become so powerful?

"Just go to the Flame Squadron..."

After walking around again, I found that every art soldier had the worst strength to be integrated. The two of them stopped and asked someone for a while, and soon found the courtyard where the Flame Squadron was located.

If those people were just ordinary cooks and art soldiers, the Flame Squadron, as the special forces of the special forces, would definitely be stronger!

boom!

Before entering the yard, a powerful aura suddenly surged, and a huge pressure swept over.

"It's Huajin... Someone has broken through Huajin!"

Qu Fuming's eyes narrowed.

As a master, you can easily feel the breath of spiritual power. There are not many people in the entire China, and there are actually people who have made breakthroughs in this yard...

Too awesome!

When I hurried into it, I saw several people fighting.
To be continued...