Chapter 56: Taoist priest, have your arms fried?

Xuan Zhenzi is not even afraid of death, are she afraid of anything else?

The only thing he feared was that he could not achieve his goal.

Thinking of this, Xuan Zhenzi slowly walked to the oil pan.

"Little baby, throw the copper coins in. Next, I will demonstrate to you the method of making money by making money with oil pan."

Su Haoran threw the copper coins in his hand into the oil pan, and his face became shocked and suspicious.

What exactly does this old guy want to do?

As time goes by, the vinegar in the oil pan evaporates more and more, and the temperature in the oil pan becomes higher and higher.

Although Su Haoran didn't know the specific boiling point of tung oil, he also knew that it was definitely above 100 degrees.

At this time, the temperature in the oil pan is definitely above 100 degrees.

If you dare to put your arms into the oil pan at this time, it will take a short time to make a fresh fried arms come out.

This demonic Taoist wouldn't really dare to make money from this hot oil pan, right?

The next moment, Su Haoran saw that Xuan Zhenzi actually penetrated his arm deep into the oil pan.

In an instant, a burnt smell of meat filled the air.

At this moment, Su Haoran's pupils began to shrink instantly.

This demonic Taoist is really a cruel person! No, it’s simply a wolf kill!

Xuan Zhenzi was moving very quickly. He did not take out the copper coins in the oil pan for half a day like Su Haoran.

He quickly took out the copper coins from the oil pan with lightning speed.

Xuan Zhenzi took the copper coins with his left arm. After taking them out, he quickly took the copper coins from his left hand, then raised them high and said loudly: "I have already shown the money by making money in the oil pan."

Su Haoran saw that Xuan Zhenzi's arm had already burst into bubbles, and his body was twitching uncontrollably.

His forehead was covered with sweat as big as beans. Although he tried his best to keep calm, his face turned out to be very ferocious.

The people who were closest to the front row could even smell the aroma of meat, and there was a strong look of doubt on their faces.

However, the melon-eating audiences a little further away were so ugly that they looked so carefully.

They only saw Taoist Master Xuan Zhenzi, and also took out the copper coins from the oil pan.

This time, the two of them can be said to be a match for the game and will meet a good talent.

Although the child prodigy has not yet exposed the old ways, the child prodigy can also make money from the oil pan, right?

I believe that in the next level, the two of them will be able to decide the outcome.

This time the melon is indeed ripe.

Su Haoran smiled and looked at Xuan Zhenzi and asked, "Master, do you know if your arms are fried? Can you still lift them up?"

Xuan Zhenzi snorted coldly, not taking this incident.

In fact, of course, his arm cannot be raised at this moment.

Not only can't lift it up, but even this arm is destroyed.

In order to achieve his goal, he has put life and death aside and naturally does not care about one arm.

In fact, if he hadn't had his deep internal skills, even if he had been trying to lose his arms, he would not be able to pick up the copper coins in the hot oil pan.

But now, his arm is broken and naturally he can't lift it up.

Xuan Zhenzi is unwilling to get involved with Su Haoran on this issue.

He couldn't help but say, "Little baby, we can make money by making money in the oil pan. So, next, please see my white paper to show my words."

After saying that, Xuan Zhenzi picked up the peach wood sword in his right hand and started dancing.

Su Haoran also did not get too entangled with Xuan Zhenzi in making money in the oil pan.

Because the vinegar has almost evaporated, it is difficult to find real evidence.

If Xuan Zhenzi plays tricks and wants to perform for another round, he will not end up.

You can't just waste one arm and go to the oil pan to make money, right?

Since Xuan Zhenzi wants to decide the winner in the second level, then he will do it.

...

This time, Xuan Zhenzi's body movement became much stiffer.

The first time he made money from the oil pan, his left arm was moving.

But now, his left arm has been scrapped, so he naturally cannot cooperate with various actions.

Moreover, because his left arm was scrapped, he felt very painful and his movements were deformed in various ways.

At this time, even the far distance audience could see that something was wrong.

This also led to Xuan Zhenzi's lack of patience to do a complete trap, and he hurriedly ended his approach.

Then put down the peach wood sword in your hand and picked up a blank piece of paper.

In the original order, next, he would pick up the bowl with his left hand, take a sip of water, and then spray it onto the white paper, and the white paper would show red handwriting.

But at this time, his left arm had been destroyed.

It's impossible to pick up another glass of water.

So Xuan Zhenzi had to put down the white paper in her hand first, then picked up the bowl, and drank a big sip of water and put it in her mouth.

Then pick up the white paper.

puff!

A sip of water was sprayed on the white paper, and in an instant, three lines of red characters were displayed on the white paper.

Xuan Zhenzi raised the white paper high and said to Su Haoran loudly: "Little baby, have you seen it clearly? This is God's instructions, this is God's ruling!"

"Still now, do you have anything else to say?"

Su Haoran looked at Xuan Zhenzi with a strange expression, and then said, "Look clearly. You said this is God's instructions, and I have nothing to say."

Xuan Zhenzi couldn't help laughing: "Haha, in this way, have you admitted defeat? Do you also admit that Li Er is a traitor?"

Su Haoran was furious and couldn't help but scold him: "Stop talking about the demon! Don't insult the emperor, let alone insult the heaven!"

"Why don't you look at what is written on the blank paper now?"

Xuan Zhenzi sneered: "I naturally know what is written on the white paper, so why do I need to read it?"

Even though he said this, Xuan Zhenzi couldn't help looking at the handwriting on the white paper.

And when he saw the handwriting on the white paper, his whole person instantly turned into a statue.

These self on white paper were written in advance by Xuan Zhenzi.

Originally, what he prepared was: the traitor Li Er, who killed his brother and forced his father, was worse than the beast, and he was more innocent from death, and the world was angry, and he would bring disasters and demons.

Today, as long as he can make these lines of handwriting appear on the white paper, he will succeed.

However, the handwriting is indeed revealed on the white paper.

But the content was completely different from what he prepared.

The handwriting on the white paper clearly states: Emperor Shimin of the Tang Dynasty was ordered by heaven and will live forever.

How is this possible?

What I wrote myself is definitely not these few words!

These words were definitely not written by myself.

But why do these handwritings appear on the white paper you prepared?

Xuan Zhenzi couldn't help but feel infinite suspicion.

But soon, he realized that it must be the white paper he was holding in his hand that had been transferred by this prodigy.

But when did this prodigy get the bag?

After thinking about it, Xuan Zhenzi finally thought of it.

Maybe it was when he was making money in the oil pan and was doing it himself, and when the little prodigy sent his guards to do it together, his guard secretly transferred the white paper.
Chapter completed!