The reason why Ling Zhen was angry was that he really didn't expect that Zong Tianyu would control fire and hurt Song Zixuan in the competition.

What shocked him even more was that he had never taught Zong Tianyu to control the flames by relying on internal force and external release.

He would not believe that Zong Tianyu had learned this technique himself, he must have learned something other than him.

Regarding the extent to which the internal force can be controlled, the chef requires not only to master the direction of the internal force, but also to control it freely, and finally penetrate the power into the flame.

He has always kept such secrets in the study room and has never taught Zong Tianyu. He must have sneaked into his study room.

Thinking of this, Ling Zhen couldn't help but shake his head slowly. It seemed that he had not passed the essence of cooking skills to Zong Tianyu.

This kid... has a bad intention!

On the other side, Song Zixuan let out a cry of pain, covered his quilt tightly, and didn't care about the wok falling on the ground.

The hot water from the wok was sprinkled out and poured onto the feet. Song Zixuan was suffering from hands and feet.

"Second Master..." Fang Rui said anxiously.

"It's scalded, Ruizi, go find Mr. Ling to ask for some scalding medicine." Song Zixuan kept calm and said.

"Yes, Second Master!"

At this time, Ling Zhen had already ordered Ling Keer to get the burns and scalds. Soon, Ling Keer took them.

Walking into the shed, Ling Keer glared at Zong Tianyu fiercely: "Why are you so careless? Why don't you check the stove?"

In her opinion, the flame was obviously an accident.

However, Song Zixuan could feel that this time was not an accident, but intentional.

When Zong Tianyu was controlling the wok, he obviously had a forceful movement of shaking his wrists, and with that movement, a flame rushed out.

"Second Master, does it hurt?" Ling Keer asked with concern, blowing up at the burn while applying ointment.

Seeing this scene, Zong Tianyu was so angry.

He wanted to force another flame out to burn Song Zixuan to death, but Ling Ke'er was there, so he would not do that.

Song Zixuan shook his head and said nothing, but was thinking about Zong Tianyu's actions just now.

If we talk about cooking skills alone, Song Zixuan would not obey anyone in the Emperor's fried rice. Even a genius chef like Beile was defeated by him.

And even for other dishes, he combined what Mr. Ling taught, plus Yang Dachui's previous tips and the content of the Qing Palace recipe. He could try to use the inner room to help make a dish.

But in terms of internal strength... he has not mastered the external release, but this Zong Tianyu can not only release it, but also reach the point where he can control fire.

This... I underestimated the other party.

However, at this moment, Zong Tianyu's actions just now reappeared in Song Zixuan's mind.

Repeated again and again, contacting him to regulate his internal energy during meditation, but suddenly he had a feeling...

Maybe he was not sure, but he did have the urge to give it a try.

His one hand trembled slightly like Zong Tianyu. Although the amplitude was not large, he did it more and more stretched every time.

He nodded slowly, maybe...that's it.

Sometimes some things are just a layer of window paper. If it is pierced, it will be clear and cannot be pierced... the layer of paper will be as strong as steel.

Seeing Song Zixuan's actions, Ling Keer hurriedly said, "Oh, Second Master, don't move, you're already injured."

Song Zixuan smiled: "It's not a problem, it's skin trauma, it's much better to apply some medicine."

The scald medicine had a strong cold feeling, and Song Zixuan felt much more comfortable.

"That's not OK. This Zong Tianyu is really good. He can even splash sparks when cooking," Ling Keer glared at Zong Tianyu again, "Second Master, now you are injured, we won't compare."

"That's not possible. After the competition was agreed, how can I retreat halfway?" Song Zixuan said.

At this moment, what Song Zixuan thought was not only to compare, but also to use methods to compare.

Zong Tianyu's spark was so burnt that it actually woke him up. He could hardly wait to try to release his internal force.

After saying that, he got up and picked up the wok on the ground.

The water has been spilled out, and the shredded beef in the pot has also fallen to the ground, and the ingredients are considered useless.

Looking at the remaining sea cucumber silk and bamboo shoots, Song Zixuan smiled: "It seems that it can be done!"

"Second Master, do it? It's not considered a loss now. After all, you are injured."

Song Zixuan smiled and said, "Okay, Keer, thank you for helping me with medicine, you can go out first!"

"Second Master..."

Song Zixuan ignored it and continued to catch fire.

This time, he did not boil water, but started to boil oil directly and took out half of the sea cucumber silk soaked in the water basin.

Looking at his movements, Ling Zhen was a little puzzled.

Take out half of the sea cucumber silk? Now there is no beef in the ingredients, so Song Zixuan does not have the advantage, but he still saves the use of this sea cucumber?

Zong Tianyu, who was standing beside him, smiled: "Haha, Song Zixuan, you are quite tenacious."

Song Zixuan smiled: "For you, haha!"

"Hmph, just laugh, but I hope you see the time!"

Zong Tianyu said while pulling the spoon.

At this time, the dishes in his pot were obviously cooked and the coloring was completed.

Seeing this, Song Zixuan smiled, and at the same time, the internal force in his body also started to be controlled.

For a moment, the results of meditation during this period, the control content of internal force in the Qing Palace recipe, and the actions of Zong Tianyu just now, were all recalled in Song Zixuan's mind.

The internal energy that is naturally wandering around is like rushing waves, surging.

With this feeling, Song Zixuan smiled knowingly.

Suddenly, his eyes glared at Zong Tianyu, his wrist trembled violently for a moment, and he felt the force breaking out of his body.

The force penetrated the wok and went straight into the flame. A flame seemed to have life, and suddenly rushed out and shot towards Zong Tianyu.

This was completely beyond Zong Tianyu's expectations. He did not expect that Song Zixuan would actually use his internal force to control the flames.

Even he learned how he had sneaked into Ling Zhen’s study several times at night.

boom……

The flames rushed towards Zong Tianyu's wok!

Seeing this scene, everyone exclaimed.

What's wrong with this? Why are there frequent accidents in this competition today?

But some smart people have realized something, they know, maybe... this is no longer an accident.

Ling Zhen narrowed his eyes slightly and nodded.

Haha, I should have thought that Zixuan's cooking skills, coupled with his mysterious master, wouldn't be surprising to be able to control fire internally.

OK, this is also a way to help me train my apprenticeship.

Humph, this sect Tianyu actually secretly learned the secrets in my study. I will settle the accounts with you later!

The moment the flame attacked Zong Tianyu, he really didn't respond at all, and the flame suddenly hit the wok.

Seeing the situation, Zong Tianyu held the handle of the wok with all his strength. After all, the dish was already cooked at this time. If it was knocked over at this time, all his previous efforts would be wasted. However, the power of the flame was too strong, and even if he held it with all his strength, he would still be knocked over.

Fortunately, the overturned position happened to be the plate of the dish serving, with some ingredients and soup sprinkled out, but it was also possible to make a plate of dish.

Looking at the dishes on the plate, Zong Tianyu let out a breath and looked at Song Zixuan.

"Haha, good, I didn't expect you to be able to control fire!"

Song Zixuan smiled: "It's thanks to your help."

"It doesn't matter, my dishes have been completed, there are only three minutes left. Can you still serve them? Haha..." Zong Tianyu smiled.

Then, Zong Tianyu took out a tissue and wiped the soup around the dish. A plate of oil was finished with three silks.

Song Zixuan then looked at the chronograph beside Ling Zhen. Sure enough, there were only less than three minutes left.

He immediately looked at the wok in front of him, and half of the sea cucumber shredded with oil and quickly left the pot.

Next, he poured out the oil in the pot and immediately replaced it with half a pot of water. During this process, he didn't even have time to brush the pot.

In theory, in cooking, especially in this level of competition, there must be a boiler brushing process between each process.

This ensures that the pot is clean when dealing with each ingredient.

Now, the pot is filled with water with oil.

Looking at Song Zixuan's slightly panicked movements, Zong Tianyu smiled slightly: "Haha, I'll see what tricks you can do in the past two minutes!"

After saying that, he handed the dish to Li Cheng and brought it to Ling Zhen.

In theory, the judge should try two dishes at the same time, but Song Zixuan's dish has not been completed yet, and he is even initially processing the ingredients. If Zong Tianyu's dish is cold due to waiting and affects the taste, it will lose fairness.

This is also the reason for the open-air competition. If it is an indoor competition, plus the insulation cover, the dishes will not cool down so quickly.
To be continued...