Chapter 742: It's Radical Again

Chu Xuanchen thought of Yun Ruoyue's changes in the past few months, and couldn't help but want to trust her.

She can even connect her broken arm, and maybe there is a way to solve this problem.

However, he can't say it to death.

At this time, the people in the audience were already talking angrily.

"This is a boiling oil pot, so hot, if you get a little closer, your hands will be burned, let alone put your whole hand in it? I think the people of Dayi are making things difficult for Chu State, and they are clearly doing it on purpose. ”

"Maybe the people of Dayi Country hunt all year round, and the cocoons on their hands are relatively thick, so they dare to put their hands in, and the people of my Chu Kingdom are all thin skin and tender meat, where do they dare to stretch out?"

"No, the old man has been practicing martial arts for decades, and the calluses on his hands are so thick that they can be used as gloves, and the old man doesn't dare to put his hands in them."

"As the saying goes, no matter how high the martial arts are, I am afraid of kitchen knives, Lao Tzu has practiced the iron sand palm for so many years, and he has killed countless enemies on the battlefield, and he doesn't dare to stretch his hand into the oil pot, I don't believe that the people of his Dayi country dare, this is probably a trap, we can't drill into it."

When the bearded man heard the words of the civil and military generals, he immediately raised his head and laughed wildly, "Hmph, you really don't have knowledge, you don't know, just think others won't?" There are people outside the people, and there are heavens outside the sky. If you dare to gamble, wait a minute, I will order someone to boil the oil pot, and I will let you see with your own eyes, my ability to fish for holy pearls with my bare hands! ”

"Why should we bet with you? Your country and our country have long signed a contract for tribute, and once it is signed, it will be fifty years, and there are still thirty-five years to go. Are all the people of your kingdom of Dayi unfaithless and unrighteous? Prince Feng pulled his snow-white beard and said angrily.

The beard was full of contempt, "You don't have to say so much nonsense, don't dare to don't dare, don't make excuses for yourself." The dignified Chu State can't find a powerful talent, even our Dayi Country is not as good. It seems that we don't need this tribute, we in Dayi only pay tribute to really strong countries, and never pay tribute to the young! ”

"What do you mean, as long as someone in my Chu State can put his hand into the oil pot and fish out your holy pearl, you will continue to pay tribute to the Chu State and fulfill the remaining thirty-five years of the contract of being a vassal and paying tribute?" At this time, Chu Xuanchen stood up coldly.

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He looked at the beard condescendingly, and spoke unhurriedly, but this voice had a strong deterrent power.

The bearded man was shocked by his words, and he said in disbelief: "Of course, is it possible that you Chu State have such a talent?" ”

Impossible!

This is what he himself inadvertently researched one day, and this secret is only known to him in this world.

He didn't believe there was anyone else who could figure it out.

At that time, he wanted to order someone to boil a pot of oil to fry pork chops, but the man was careless and poured a lot of vinegar into the pot.

He smelled that the pot was not smelling right, and when he went to check it, the man, afraid of being punished by him, overturned the pot with a wooden stick and tried to destroy the evidence, but a lot of oil was splashed on him.

He thought he was going to be burned, but he didn't expect that the oil was not hot at all, but warm.

He obviously saw that the pot was boiling, how could this be?

When he pondered it again, he knew the secret of the terrible one.

He once did an experiment to put such an oil pot in front of everyone, wait for the oil pot to boil, and see who dared to put his hand in it, but no one dared.