I didn’t expect that the first test question would end like this.
All the old people here who are familiar with the Taoist know that the Taoist is good at both, one is wine and the other is chess.
Chess is his second love in life. He has been involved in adultery for many years, and his chess skills are unmatched.
But that kid named Xia Chunqiu could beat the old man by more than ten acres just by finishing. What kind of chess power is this?
Fortunately, chess ability is just a small skill that can be played in leisure time and will not shock people too much.
The old man suppressed his shock and said calmly: "The second competition is to compare internal strength."
Upon hearing this, several young people looked happy.
Most of them come from martial arts families, and what they are most proud of is naturally martial arts. Each of them has a well-known master, and their internal strength is naturally not weak. When they hear the internal strength comparison, they are full of confidence and look eager to try.
At this time, someone brought seven five-meter-long wooden sticks. They were all about the thickness of a fist and had a smooth surface. There was nothing special about them.
Everyone looked at the wooden sticks, but the old Taoist suddenly moved, and his figure appeared in the field like an afterimage. His strong true energy surged out from all sides of his body like air waves, rolling seven wooden sticks on the ground and flying into the air, as if his eyes were swollen, and he headed towards the field.
The seven young people among them flew away separately.
"how did you do that?"
The young people who were confident in their own kung fu before were now frightened to death by the veteran's miraculous skills, but they still had to deal with the flying sticks!
But these seemingly ordinary wooden sticks were not easy to deal with. The seven of them were about to dodge, but they were locked in place by the powerful infuriating energy of the veteran.
That kind of coercion is all too familiar to Xia Shang. Isn't it the taste of a Dzogchen master?
Ordinary warriors, no matter what their level, would freeze up for a moment when faced with the oppression of the Dzogchen Master. At that moment, seven young people were hit by wooden sticks almost at the same time, and screams suddenly came from the room.
Several bodies flew outside like sandbags.
Ye Xiaoyun from Liuyun Sect flew more than ten meters and landed in the courtyard outside the house, eating a mouthful of ashes.
Zhang Chengluo of Qijue Sect and Xiang Tiange of Shuiyue Villa were at the door, kneeling on one knee, panting like an ox.
Zuo Jinwen, a member of the Baiyi Sect, fell into the room and his face was ashen.
Chi Chan, the remaining Buddhist disciple, was different from ordinary people. He only took a few steps back and was sweating profusely.
Finally, the so-called talented man Jiang Gan has long since disappeared. Someone outside the hospital could only be heard shouting: "It's not good, Mr. Jiang Gan is about to die."
The strength of Lao Dao's stick is the same, but the states displayed by everyone are different. The level of internal strength is naturally clear and clear at a glance.
But among them, only Xia Shang was different.
Everyone also looked at Xia Shang, and saw that this unattractive young man, who seemed not very good at Kung Fu, was standing where he was before, only taking a few steps to one side. At this moment, he still looked calm, as if nothing had happened.
As for why?
Many people have seen it.
The attack launched by the old Taoist against the seven people at the same time did not hit Xia Shang, and Xia Shang easily dodged it.
Everyone couldn't believe it, that boy actually dodged the attack from the old man!
That is an old monster that has lived for more than a hundred years!
The old man didn't understand either. His eyes widened and his body swayed. He was in front of Xia Shang in an instant. He put his skinny palm on Xia Shang's wrist and squeezed it gently. A hot stream of heat entered his body along Xia Shang's meridians. But Xia Shang
The three zhenqi in Shang's body also counterattacked almost simultaneously...
"Um?!"
The old Taoist let out a light sigh, his eyes lit up, and his hand was actually bounced away!
"I see!"
The old Taoist muttered to himself.
At this moment, the other people had also returned to the room, and their expressions were not very good. Seeing Xia Shang's calm and composed appearance, they couldn't help but be shocked, thinking that he could still be so calm after being slapped by an old Taoist.
Several people stood up again, and some people asked Jiang Gan how to deal with it.
The old Taoist waved his hand: "A person who can't even stand my first success, how can he be qualified to be the owner of the Hero Village?"
After speaking for a while, he narrowed his eyes again and said calmly: "I already know your inner strength. The best one is still Xia Chunqiu."
The old man's voice was calm, but it was a little different from before.
It only talks about Xia, Spring and Autumn, but not Mr. Xia.
It can be seen that the old Taoist already likes Xia Shang a little more.
"What is the origin of this person?" Sao Jinwen glanced at him coldly and couldn't help asking in a low voice.
The people present were all well-known young people, but they were upstaged by a little-known boy. Everyone was a little unhappy.
"Don't talk nonsense! Listen to the third competition. It's about courage. Come on! Get on the pan!"
Oil pan?
Everyone was stunned when they heard the words, but saw that someone had set up an oil pot in the courtyard outside the house, with a fierce flame burning underneath, and oil smoke rising from the pot.
This is not a good sign, and I wonder what the old man is going to do?
It’s not like cooking people alive in oil, right?
After everyone arrived in the courtyard, the old man stood in front of the oil pan and threw a copper coin into the oil pan in front of everyone: "This third competition is to see who can fish out the copper coin that I threw into the oil pan. "
ah?
Making money from the frying pan?
Is this really going to happen?
Even though the young man in front of him has strong martial arts skills, fishing for copper coins from the hot oil pan is no joke. Unless someone has the ability to block the temperature of the oil, this mortal body will also be destroyed once it enters the oil pan. Fried into pig's trotters.
This time everyone was really frightened.
In the first game, playing chess was normal. In the second game, I felt a little uncomfortable after being suddenly beaten by a veteran. In the third game, I turned out to be playing chess, which is getting more and more excessive! If I continue, I will not become a hero in the end. The owner of the village was tortured to death by this old man first.
"Who will try it first?" The old man was in front of the oil pan, squinting his eyes.
His question made everyone take a step back.
Although it is a good thing to obtain the "Book of Heaven", it cannot be a lifelong disability.
If you take your hands off this oil pan, why don't you completely destroy it?
At this time, Xia Shang also looked surprised, but he was not surprised by the oil pan, but by this familiar scene.
Fishing out copper coins from a frying pan has been seen in many TV dramas.
Why did it happen to me too?
But there is one thing Xia Shang doesn't know. Has anyone tampered with the rolling oil pan? Is vinegar and alum added to it? Is the oil temperature still very low? What if I reach in and find oil? The pot is real...
After thinking about it, Xia Shang walked up and smelled the oil fume. It seemed that it smelled like vinegar.
Despite this, Xia Shang's move was still very risky.
Even Nangong Chuxin, who was watching on the side, was frightened and shouted: "Mr. Xia, don't show off, it doesn't matter even if you lose this match."
Xia Shang knew that time was running out and he could no longer hesitate. If he waited any longer, even a fake oil pan would be heated up.
Without hesitation, he put his hand into the oil pan.
For a moment, all the spectators gasped! (To be continued)