Wuqi didn't seem to see Worthen at all, the blue tendons on the foreheads of Ugins and Abel and the wry smile on the corners of his mouth, he blew his nose very seriously, and covered the tissue with his fingers and dug in his nose for a while, and the hearts of Waltson, Abel and Ugins were stunned.

Oops! You little bunny. Master, although I am used to messing with you in the past, but now you don't pay attention to this occasion, and you are still picking at it. I'm really.

There was no expression on Worthen's face, but he had already taught Wuqi a lesson over and over again in his heart. Abel's heart at this time was a different scene, he saw Wuqi's face with the look of extreme enjoyment while picking his nose, and he actually had the idea of trying it.

Is it so cool? Picking your nose will be so pleasurable?

Not to mention picking his nose to clean the dirt in his nasal passages, he has only been taught to behave in a powerful family since he was a child, and he should be well-behaved, sit and stand, and greet guests politely. When he was very young, Abel had a few minor illnesses because he had not yet embarked on the path of swordsman cultivation, but that was too far away, and now he has long forgotten whether he had blown his nose and picked his nose like Wuqi. Ever since he stepped into the Sanctuary, he has always regarded himself as an ordinary person, but as a saint, so he has completely abandoned his daily life such as eating and washing on weekdays, and has become a truly elegant person who understands in simple terms.

That's why he was full of praise for the tea made by Walson, but even if the energy in the body of the Sanctuary powerhouse could be replenished by absorbing the aura of heaven and earth, and there was no need to eat any more food, Abel would still be interested in some dishes that he had never seen before. The people Abel saw were either ministers or generals, and there was no lower-class people at all, let alone people like Wuqi who were born from the grassroots and dared to pick their noses in front of them unscrupulously. If it weren't for Nian Zai Wuqi and just a little kid who had just turned 7 years old, he would have killed this imp with a sword. However, today's Abel was completely attracted by Wuqi's extremely enjoyable appearance after he got angry, especially the eyes that even men were jealous of, the more he looked at it, the more curious he became, and the more he looked at it, the more he couldn't help but want to try whether the taste of picking his nose was as comfortable as the expression on Wuqi's face.

"Hey, what are you doing!" Uggins saw that Abel had the urge to pick his nose, and his fingers reached into his nose, knocking off Abel's raised left hand with one hand. Abel's body was suddenly stunned, and when he saw the slightly angry gaze in Ugins's eyes, he suddenly came back to his senses, realized his previous gaffe, and awkwardly returned a grateful and apologetic smile to the other party, and then moved his gaze back to Wuqi.

Abel, he would unconsciously learn to pick his nose! This kid really looks a little different.

When the three pairs of eyes fell back on Wuqi at the same time, he had already finished the dirt in his nose, and casually threw the paper ball in his hand into the trash can in a corner behind the two of them, and actually entered. This surprise was not trivial, and the golden light in the eyes of Abel and Ugins flashed again, and even Worthen looked at Wuqi in surprise. I couldn't stop muttering in my heart, this trash can is five or six meters away from Wuqi, and he just threw it into it?

Worthen rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and slowly got up and walked to the trash can to confirm whether he had seen it wrong. The moment Abel and Ugins' eyes followed the flying ball of paper into the trash can, a surprise suddenly appeared in their hearts: Could it be that this kid has the talent to practice throwing weapons?

After a long time, the three of them calmed down the sudden excitement in their hearts, but when they turned back and looked at Wuqi again, goosebumps arose in the hearts of all three of them: Wouldn't he?

In front of the black long axe, after squatting down and touching the handle of the long axe with his hand, Wuqi slowly got up again and took out a tissue from his pocket. As soon as he took out a tissue, Watson, who had witnessed the scene just now, Abel and Ugins couldn't help but feel numb in their scalps. But just when the three of them thought that Wuqi would wash their noses again, Wuqi didn't do it, but squatted down again, spread out the paper towel and covered the golden grip of the black long axe, and then without hesitation, he stretched out two small hands with fine skin and tender flesh and grabbed them hard.

"Ah!!h

"That's right! I even thought of wrapping the metal with a paper towel to hold it tightly, so that it would not slip easily, and it would not hurt the palms of my hands. Seeing this scene, Ugins finally couldn't help but smile and praised this little kid who was only 7 years old, and Abel next to him also nodded again and again, and Worthen breathed a sigh of relief.

About a minute passed, and Wu Wizard finally let go of his hands, but he didn't even get the black axe off the ground, which made Worthen and Abel a little disappointed, but Ugins didn't care. He slowly walked up to Wuqi, patted his deflated chest, and smiled, "Wuqi! It's normal that you can't lift it now." Don't look at this axe, it doesn't weigh much, in fact, it is more than 1,000 pounds, I'll give you a light one. ”

"Yes. ”

Seeing Wuqi's little head like a chicken pecking rice, Ugins turned his head and glanced at Abel, "Abel." Lend him your holy sword to the test. ”

"Good. Abel resolutely took the silver sword he was wearing at his waist and threw it to Uggins along with the scabbard, who caught the silver-white sword and smiled gratefully at Abel, turned around again and put the silver sword next to the black long axe, and explained to Wuqi, "Try to see if you can pick up this silver sword." It's more than 500 pounds lighter than my long axe. ”

"Good. Wuqi nodded without thinking, leaned over and put the paper towel that had just covered the handle of the long axe on the scabbard of the silver sword, stretched out his hands and grabbed the part where he felt the easiest force, and shouted "Ahhh!!hh ,

This more than 1,000 catties is a bit exaggerated even if he is born with divine power, and there is no problem with my 500 catties of holy sword that he should lift.

After seeing Wuqi casually throw the paper ball into the trash, Abel has become more convinced of Wuqi's divine powers, and Ugins and Worthon have the same expectations for him. However, when they saw that Wuqi was once again exhausted because of his strength, but he couldn't even lift the silver sword an inch from the ground, the confidence that had just climbed to the top fell from the peak again, and was replaced by more and more disappointment.

"Master, I can't lift it. ”

"It's okay, I'll take off the axe blade, and you can try this 200-pound grip. ”

"No, I can't. Still can't lift. ”

"Then I'll take the silver sword off, and you can try the 50-pound scabbard. ”

"It's still too heavy. ”

"Then you try this dagger, it weighs only 10 pounds. ”

After experiencing a mental gap from 1,000 catties to 10 catties, Uggins' heart gradually became clouded with a layer of gloom, and he handed the dagger in his hand directly to Wuqi's hand without thinking about it, instead of putting it on the ground and letting him take it himself like the previous times. After all, this is only about 10 catties in total, which is nothing in the eyes of Uggins, and it is not too much of a problem for a 7-year-old ordinary child, but when he handed the dagger in his hand to Wuqi's hand, he suddenly found that he was more than half shorter. After taking a closer look, he was surprised to find that Wuqi was struggling to grasp the dagger with both hands that weighed only 10 catties, his teeth were clenched, his little face and neck were suffocated into purple, and he grappled the dagger with both hands as if he was carrying a boulder weighing dozens of catties. Looking at Ugins and Worthon behind him, Abel shook their heads speechlessly.

This...... Is this really the owner of the nameless scroll? Even if he doesn't have innate divine power, he is not as strong as an ordinary person. Ugins and Abel were depressed in their hearts again, and Worthen's face couldn't see any better, but at this time, the object of their depression was a happy face. After he struggled to hold the dagger above his head like a weight, the corners of his mouth finally grinned slightly, "Yay! I finally lifted it!"

Oh my God, it seems that this is not surprising, not only is the physical fitness extremely poor, but even the head has some problems, and the 10-pound dagger is so happy, nine times out of ten is a retarded person.

After seeing Wuqi's joyful behavior, Ugins and Abel both had the idea of giving up the child, but just when the two of them wanted to open their mouths to put forward their ideas, they saw Wuqi happily walking up to Ugins, and after handing the dagger back to him, he looked at Worthen and said excitedly, "Master." Are these two the uncles you told me before to let me learn from them?"

"Uh...... Yes. Worthen was stunned by the sudden question, and after a long time he nodded slowly in response.

"Master, who are these two uncles going to take me down the mountain?"

"Uh......" What Uggins and Abel had planned in their hearts just now, how could Worthen not be able to see it, he knew what they were thinking after observing the words. To be honest, he himself has plans to give up, not that he doesn't want Abel or Uggins to take Wuqi down the mountain to teach him skills, but Wuqi's qualifications are so poor that even he, the master, is shocked, let alone Abel and Uggins. But seeing Wuqi's innocent eyes, Walson, who was just about to give up the agreement, fell into hesitation again, facing such a pair of clean eyes, he really couldn't say anything to refuse.

"So be it. He pondered for a long time before he said lightly: "Let these two uncles guess boxing, whoever wins, let whoever takes you down the mountain, how about it?"

"Wow! Master is really amazing, this is a great idea!"

Contrary to Wuqi's sudden cheers, the faces of Abel and Ugins were both blue and white. Since Worthen had made a proposal, and it was not good for them to openly violate the agreement in front of this child, they had to look at each other for a while, and put on a posture of waiting for the battle. It's just that this time the two of them are not really fighting to the death, but guessing boxing, and what makes people laugh and cry is that the two of them put on a posture that they must win on the surface, but in their hearts, they have long been prepared how to lose in order to be decent enough not to show any flaws. So, this unique guessing boxing that is unique in ancient and modern times to fight for defeat began