God of Cooking, Monster: No, we have become ingredients

Qi Xiong gritted his teeth and suppressed his anger. Lin Potian, who was standing by, heard these words and asked in confusion.

"Big Brother, I didn't arrange any concentration test."

However, the response was just a cold word.

"roll."

After he finished speaking, he glared at Lin Potian fiercely, with a look as if he wanted to eat him.

Faced with Qi Xiong's murderous gaze, Lin Potian wisely chose to remain silent.

After all, it was obviously not a wise move to argue at this moment, so he shut his mouth tactfully and watched Qi Xiong silently as he began to personally direct this sudden test of concentration.

Under Qi Xiong's order, many young monks who came to take part in the sect entrance examination, although full of doubts, quickly stood in a circle as required.

The circle is closely packed, with just the right distance between each person, so that it doesn't appear too crowded, yet everyone can observe each other's movements.

However, what is strange is that the center of the circle is empty, with nothing placed there.

Everyone looked at each other, wondering how this concentration test would be conducted.

Although everyone was confused by this inexplicable arrangement, they felt relieved when they recalled the difficulty of the first two rounds of assessments.

"We passed the first two levels so easily, so this round won't be difficult for us either."

Someone whispered. After hearing this, the others nodded in agreement. Some even confidently declared that they could pass the test with their eyes closed, without feeling any pressure at all.

In short, at this moment, everyone present was in a state of extreme relaxation.

They were either chatting in low voices in groups of two or three, or standing quietly alone, their eyes wandering aimlessly.

In this way, time passed by minute by minute. After waiting for about a quarter of an hour, suddenly, several people came in one after another, each holding a table steadily in their hands.

As these people gradually approached, people finally saw clearly what was placed on the tables - they were tables full of sumptuous meals.

In an instant, the originally quiet scene suddenly became noisy. Many young monks who came to take the test opened their eyes wide, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.

"This...what's going on? Wasn't it agreed to be a sect entrance examination? Why are there so many dishes suddenly on the table? Could it be that they are treating us to a meal?"

Whispers and exclamations began to be heard from the crowd.

However, just when everyone was full of doubts and confusion, Qi Xiong, who had been floating high in the sky, suddenly looked gloomy and spoke slowly in his low and deep voice.

"Don't panic, everyone. Next is the third round of this assessment - the test of concentration. The specific requirements are as follows: You must endure your inner desire for food and drink. Even if there are such delicious temptations in front of you, you can stick to your original intention and not be moved. As long as you can persist for a whole hour, you will pass this round of the assessment."

As soon as these words were spoken, it was like a stone that caused a thousand ripples, and the young monks below, who were already noisy, suddenly became excited.

"What a joke, is this considered a test of concentration? We are cultivators. Do you know anything about cultivators? At our level of cultivation, we have already practiced fasting. Let alone an hour, even if we were asked to endure it for eight or ten years, it would be a piece of cake."

For a moment, all kinds of complaints and doubts resounded through the sky, and everyone felt that Qi Xiong, who was presiding over the assessment, was simply crazy.

However, at this moment, they obviously have not yet truly realized the deep meaning and severity behind this seemingly absurd assessment.

In sharp contrast to those young monks who were complaining madly, the faces of Lin Potian, Qin Shanhai and others standing beside Qi Xiong suddenly changed. They obviously did not expect Qi Xiong to play such a big game.

"Big Brother, aren't you being too strict? You actually asked for a full hour."

Lin Potian showed a look of shock and spoke to Qi Xiong in a low voice.

"Who can I blame? It's all because of you that this mess happened."

Upon hearing this, Qi Xiong glared at Lin Potian fiercely and shouted angrily while gritting his teeth.

If things had not been messed up because of Lin Potian in the first two rounds of assessments, why would he have needed to take action personally?

However, in response to Lin Potian's questions, Qi Xiong did not give any further explanation.

Amid the complaints of many young monks, he announced loudly without hesitation.

"The third round of concentration test will begin immediately."

Although many of the disciples present were somewhat indignant, things had already come to this point, and since they had come to this point, no one chose to withdraw halfway.

After all, everyone thought that this so-called concentration test was extremely simple anyway, even simpler than the previous two rounds. It was simply like child's play. It was nothing more than persisting for an hour. For those who practiced cultivation, time often passed by like a white horse, and it would be over in the blink of an eye.

But who could have imagined that when the test actually began, less than a hundred breaths had passed when someone in the crowd suddenly wrinkled his nose slightly and murmured involuntarily.

"Huh? Why does it smell so good..."

Just as the words fell, suddenly, a low but clear "coo" sound broke the originally quiet atmosphere.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw that the person who made the sound was the one who had just spoken. At this moment, he was holding his stomach with an embarrassed look on his face.

However, things did not end there. As if pulled by some mysterious force, other people around him began to hear similar sounds one after another.

As time went on, the sound became more frequent and louder, like a chorus of stomachs.

At the same time, an alluring fragrance lingered faintly around everyone's noses, then gradually became stronger and unscrupulously penetrated into everyone's noses.

Everyone present couldn't help but swallow their saliva, and then the saliva in their mouths began to secrete crazily.

The intense feeling of hunger that had not been experienced for a long time now came like a flood, sweeping over him.

Everyone's stomach felt like it was being tightly gripped by an invisible hand, and they kept making noises of protest.

Everyone's eyes were uncontrollably cast towards the tables not far away, because they knew clearly that the mouth-watering aroma was wafting from there.