"Look at me cracking my sword to suppress Yunmeng!"
Lin Beichen shouted.
Snapped!
Watermelon juice splash.
A huge round watermelon was smashed into pieces, and pieces were flying everywhere.
It was broken into at least seventy or eighty pieces.
Everyone was confused by such a saucy operation.
The entire martial arts hall was filled with deathly silence.
Citizens who saw this scene through large and small Xuanjing screens felt as if they had peanuts stuck in their throats, unable to spit them out or swallow them.
This was the first time they saw that the sword speed battle could still be done like this.
Among the countless big eyes and small eyes, Lin Beichen took action again.
I saw him facing the 'clairvoyance' camera, coughing slightly, assuming a posture like a domineering president, and then took out a small square thing from the storage ring, held it in the palm of his hand, smiled, and introduced it calmly
stand up.
"An advertisement will be inserted below. The excitement will continue later."
"Want to know the secret why I am called the most beautiful man in Yunmeng City? Fang's Body Cleansing Soap, a century-old brand in Yunmeng City, is trustworthy... Use Fang's, that's how confident you are! Sales address: Liufeng, Yunmeng City
No. 23 Main Street, tell me my name and I can get a 20% discount..."
As he spoke, he slowly stretched out his hand.
The white jade-like cleansing soap glistens in the palm of your hand.
A young Education Department official who was in charge of the "Thousand Mile Eyes" camera did not realize what was happening at all and had no time to move the camera. This scene has been transmitted to the eyes of countless people in thousands of households through live broadcast.
A short, fat, short-bearded old man crowded in front of the big screen in the Temple Square. When he saw this scene, he shouted excitedly: "Yes, it's me, it's my soap, a century-old brand, hahahaha!"
"
The people around were in an uproar.
At the same time, in major squares, restaurants, casinos and other places, as long as there were Xuanjing screens, everyone who saw this scene was stunned.
What's this?
Why did such a scene happen suddenly?
What is Lin Beichen doing?
Huge question marks and exclamation marks appeared uncontrollably in the hearts of everyone who saw this scene almost instantly.
This has never happened before.
However, at this moment, the product Fang's Cleansing Soap suddenly entered the minds of countless people, and even if they wanted to drive it away, they could not drive it away.
A little-known century-old brand suddenly gained explosive exposure.
The price the old shop owner paid was only ten gold coins.
Office of the Education Department.
Li Xiongfu, who was checking, spit out a mouthful of tea.
Fang Zhenru, the old education director next to him, slapped the folding fan on the table.
"Sir, please calm down."
The officials around him quickly reassured him.
A certain brothel.
The old principal Ling Taixu, who was hugging him from left to right, was stunned for a long time before bursting into laughter.
"Beauty, have you seen it? This is the successor I have chosen for uncle. From now on, he will be the first in line to be the principal of my third college, hahahaha..."
He laughed and raised and lowered his hands.
Several charming young women were lying on his body, smiling coquettishly. Some were peeling grapes, some were offering wine, some were feeding snacks, and some were drinking wine with their mouths...
Third College.
On the martial arts field, the students of the three grades were all silent for an instant.
Then, not knowing who was taking the lead, they all burst into laughter.
The tense atmosphere dissipated instantly.
…
Royal National Junior College.
The Second Martial Arts Hall.
"Hahaha, this is an IQ game."
After Lin Beichen finished his advertisement, he licked a piece of bright red watermelon pulp stuck to the corner of his mouth and laughed: "Examiner, count quickly, how many petals are there with this sword?"
The gray-haired Wu Fenggu wiped a handful of bright red watermelon juice on his face and roared: "Lin Beichen, what are you doing?"
The examiner was so angry that he even spoke in dialect.
"I'm taking an exam."
Lin Beichen said confidently: "Isn't the purpose of using a sword to kill the opponent? With one strike of their sword, the opponent turned into thirty or forty pieces. With one strike of my sword, the opponent became a pulp and became more lethal. So I
feel……"
"Shut up."
Wu Fenggu yelled: "I don't want you to think, I want me to think... you committed a foul. This does not comply with the rules of the sword speed battle, and the results are invalid."
Lin Beichen argued with reason: "Sir, I have read the examination rules in detail. There is no provision that this is not allowed. I protest..."
"Protests are ineffective."
Wu Fenggu interrupted directly and said: "The examiner has the final right to interpret the results in the examination room. Your test results this time are invalid. I will give you a chance to retake the test, otherwise, it will be regarded as a waiver!"
As he spoke, he raised his hand and picked off the watermelon pulp hanging from his gray hair.
"Well……"
Lin Beichen was immediately speechless.
It seems that this opportunistic attempt failed.
The students around him breathed a sigh of relief when they heard this.
Lin Beichen was right. The exam rules this time did not clearly state that this method was against the rules, but it was obviously not consistent with common sense.
With this sword, there will be at least sixty or seventy fragments. If Lin Beichen's results are valid and all the next genius students take the test in this way, then in the early hours of the night and early morning, Cao Potian and others were on the super level.
Aren't top grades a joke?
Anyone can crush them!
The invigilator, who was covered in watermelon juice, came up, cleaned the long black stone table, and put a new watermelon on it.
"Restart the exam."
The examiner Wu Fenggu shouted loudly.
He stood next to Lin Beichen, invigilating the exam at close range.
Lin Beichen sighed.
He is really not good at this subject.
After all, his approach to martial arts has always been to build defense first, then escape, then strength, and finally practice swordsmanship.
And in Lin Beichen's opinion, how many swords can be fired in one breath has no meaning at all.
These fancy things are meaningless, even if you can't kill the opponent with ten thousand swords, isn't it meaningless?
The real sword speed lies in one sword stroke.
He took the long sword handed over by the invigilator, held it in his hand, and stared at the watermelon to observe.
This observation led to the discovery of something strange.
It turns out that all the watermelons used for the exam are exactly the same size, with almost no difference. They are all round and chubby, with emerald-colored skins that are shiny and shiny. At first glance, they feel delicious.
"This melon is pretty good."
Lin Beichen sighed casually.
Wu Fenggu next to him was originally very serious. When he heard this sentence, he suddenly smiled and said: "Of course, this melon is the emerald melon produced in my Wu family's Xiaoxishan melon field. It leads to the underground spiritual spring of Xiaoxishan.
Irrigated with water, no Xuanwen formation is used to accelerate ripening, no alchemical fertilizer is applied, and it is harvested twice a year. It is harvested manually. Not only does it look good, it is similar in size, but it is also seedless and thin-skinned. It is sweet and delicious. It only costs one silver coin to hang it.
It’s high quality and cheap…”
When it comes to the second half, the serious examiner is no longer facing Lin Beichen, but is facing the lens of "clairvoyance".
There was a deathlike silence in the martial arts hall.