He believed that the sword emperor recognized that he would lose face here alone, and would not lose face in the Dao holy kingdom. Otherwise, how would he face all the people in the world?
Sure enough.
After a short time of thinking, the sword emperor silently said, "OK, I promise you, but I also have a request."
"Do you break through all the three levels? It's a piece of cake."
Ye Chen said firmly.
"Are you so confident?"
"When you master college knowledge, do you still care about the challenges of primary school students?"
Ye Chen came out confidently, and Lang said, "minister, Jiupin sesame official - the imperial court secretary asked to break the barrier, and I hope your Majesty would allow it."
The sword emperor was stunned at first.
University knowledge?
pupil?
What are these words?
Then he was angry.
Nine grade sesame official.
This is another mockery of yourself. Giving him an official position is too small.
Jianhuang felt that he had failed in his old age. Last morning, he was angry. The key is that there is no way to release it.
but.
He could only say faintly, "good, accurate!"
Huyan frowned.
Nine grade sesame official? This is simply too disrespectful to our daoshengguo.
This man is undoubtedly the existence of garbage in Chaozhong.
Hum, I'll see how you are fried into pig's feet later.
Ye Chen shouted, "come on, get ready!"
A moment later, a huge pot stand in the hall, and ye Chen added a large amount of moonstones inside while everyone was not paying attention.
This is a kind of tool refining material, which is not used much at ordinary times, but ye Chen will prepare some after becoming a tool refiner.
This thing is called borax on earth. When it is heated, it will roll like water, creating the illusion that the oil pan is boiling.
A few minutes later, the oil pan rolled in full view of the public.
Ye Chen's eyes were cold, and suddenly there was a feeling of wind rustling and water cold.
Everyone could not help but feel a sense of awe.
It's not easy. For the honor and disgrace of the country, it's an example for everyone to fry their hands in an oil pan and find a silver needle thin into their hair.
"Up!"
Ye Chen shouted loudly and reached into the oil pan.
In just a moment, ye Chen roared like a beast.
And his arm is constantly churning in the oil pan, making a Zizi Lala sound.
"Is this going to be cooked? Don't say, it tastes delicious."
"Shit, at least we are also officials. Can we make some progress?"
Say so, but people still can't help but show their teeth and feel pain for ye Chen.
Ye Chen's forehead gradually exuded sweat, but even so, he continued to explore the silver needle.
In fact, ye Chen has nothing at all.
Now he estimated that the oil temperature was only thirty or forty degrees, which was not as hot as his foot washing water.
This is also to win the hearts of the people and set up their own image.
Seeing his posture, the emperor of the sword shouted, "come on, quickly prepare gauze and herbs for minister Wei."
"Yes."
Eunuchs went to prepare one after another, and several breathing gauze was presented.
At this time, ye Chen also grabbed the silver needle in his hand.
"Shua!"
The hot oil splashed, and ye Chen suddenly pulled out his arm, and then quickly used gauze.
They didn't even have time to react. When they blinked, they could only see the found silver needle.
"It is worthy of being the new champion, which is extraordinary."
Huyan's eyes showed a look of surprise.
How is this possible?
They have undergone countless experiments. If it were true, ye Chen's hands would have been blown unconscious.
There is no way to find such a thin silver needle.
This also shows that ye Chen's oil pan has problems, which may be the same as the method they adopted.
Huyan Leng snorted, "this minister Wei, I wonder if you can show me your wound?"
"No, just wrap it up and then open the gauze. I can't stand the pain."
"How can you prove that your oil is real?" Huyan questioned.
"It's very simple. Don't you know if you let Yelv reach in and explore? By the way, if you don't say it, I have to say it! The oil pan you just used can't prove the authenticity at all, so you must use the oil pan we prepared."
"Haha! The skill we have learned to cook with bare hands is not a trick. Since you want to see it, I'll let Yelv show you again."
Huyan didn't believe that there was nothing fishy in the oil pot at all.
Otherwise, ye Chen would have been unconscious with pain. How could he be so articulate?
"OK, do you also need to put a silver needle in it?"
Ye Chen's eyes moved and threw a silver needle into the pot.
Huyan nodded, "OK, no problem. Yelv, go and find the silver needle."
"Give me a minute."
Yelv walked to the oil pot with great confidence and reached in without hesitation.
Sure enough.
The temperature of this oil pan is very low, about 50 or 60 degrees. Although it's hot, it won't hurt your hands.
Haha, it's true that the people of the sword kingdom are tricky again.
I'll see how I expose you later.
Let's find the silver needle first.
The oil pan was boiling all the time, and thick smoke kept coming out, completely blocking his sight.
Yelv couldn't find it for a long time, which made him a little anxious.
Because he felt the oil temperature rise gradually again.
Ye Chen laughed.
"Why? Can't you find it? Alas, don't find it if you can't find it. Anyway, the industry of Daosheng country has always been very backward, and everything is inferior to our sword God country. This is a well-known thing, so you can give up."
In fact, Yelu really wants to give up.
But this sentence undoubtedly blocked his retreat.
For the sake of the face of daoshengguo, he had to find the silver needle anyway.
But he didn't know that ye Chen had just changed the silver needle into a tin iron needle.
Tin iron is a unique metal in the basaltic continent. When ye Chen smelted the ware before, he found that its melting point was very low, only 60 or 70 degrees.
Now the oil pot has been burning for so long, which has long exceeded the melting point of tin and iron. It is estimated that it has now turned into molten iron.
It's strange that Yelv can find it.
With the oil temperature getting higher and higher, Yelv's face became increasingly nervous.
He felt that the temperature would soon exceed the limit he could bear.
"Second cheerleading!"
A pleasant sound of cooking sounded, and Yelv's hand was officially fried.
"Hmm? Yelv's hand blew out. Why didn't it smell like Wei Shishu?"
"What do you know? It depends on your appearance to fry things. Yelv is so ugly. How can his meat smell delicious?"
"That's right, like peacock meat, it's really better than chicken."
"Poof!"
Hearing the discussion around, Yelv felt that he had been hurt deeply.
He is ugly, he admitted, but it was given by his parents, and no one can change it.
But it is a little too much to say that his meat is not delicious because he is ugly.
Yelv felt humiliated, but he couldn't refute it. Even he felt that his meat didn't smell like leaf dust... This was embarrassing!