Wuqi seemed to have not seen Wolson at all. The veins on the foreheads of Ukins and Abel and the bitter smiles on the corners of his mouth. Instead, he blew his nose very seriously, and covered the tissue with his fingers and dug it in his nose for a while. Seeing Wolson, Abel and Ukins were stunned again.

Oh! You little bastard. Master, although I am used to playing with you, you don’t pay attention to this occasion now, and you are still very stingy. I’m so angry that I’m so angry.

There was no expression on Wolson's face, but he had already taught Wuqi a lesson in his heart. Abel's heart was a different scene at this moment. After seeing Wuqi picking his nose, he actually had the idea of ​​trying it out.

Is it that good? Will it be so pleasant to pick your nose?

Not to mention picking the nose and cleaning the dirt in his nose, he has always been taught that he should behave properly since he was a powerful family. He should behave politely, and he should greet guests politely. When he was very young, Abel had a few minor illnesses because he had not yet embarked on the swordsman's cultivation, but that was too far away. Now he has long forgotten whether he had blown his nose and picked his nose like Wuqi. Since he entered the Holy Land, he has no longer regarded himself as an ordinary person, but regarded himself as a saint, so he completely abandoned his daily life such as eating, washing, and washing, and became a truly and simple and elegant person.

That's why he praised the tea that Walson made, but even if the energy in the body of the powerful people in the holy realm could be replenished by absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth without having to eat food, Abel would still rarely taste some dishes that he had never seen before. The people Abel saw were either ministers or generals, and there was no lower class people, let alone grassroots like Wuqi, who dared to pick his nose in front of him without restraint.

It's human. If Nian Zai Wuqi hadn't been just a 7-year-old kid, he had already killed this little devil with one sword. However, after being angry today, Abel was completely attracted by Wuqi's extremely enjoyable look, especially those eyes that even men were jealous of him. The more he looked, the more he became curious, and the more he looked, the more he couldn't help but want to try whether the feeling of picking his nose was as comfortable as the expression on Wuqi's face.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Ukins saw that Abel had the urge to learn and pick his nose, and put his fingers into his nose, knocking down Abel's raised left hand with one hand. Abel's body was suddenly stunned. After seeing the slightly angry gaze in Ukins' eyes, he suddenly came to his senses and realized his previous loss of composure. He embarrassedly replied to the other party's gratitude and apologetic smile, and then turned his gaze back to Wuqi.

Abel would unconsciously learn from him to pick his nose! This child seemed to be a little different.

When the three eyes fell back to Wuqi at the same time, he had already taken out the dirt in his nose and threw the ball of paper in his hand into the trash can in a corner behind them, and actually entered. This shock was extraordinary. Abel and Ugins's eyes flashed again, and even Walson looked at Wuqi in surprise. He muttered in his heart that the trash can was five or six meters away from Wuqi, so he threw it in so casually.

Wolson rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and slowly got up to the trash can, confirming whether he had read it wrong just now. The moment Abel and Ugins fell into the trash can along the flying paper ball, a surprise suddenly emerged: Does this child have 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 their eyes to Wuqi again, the three of them had goose bumps in their hearts: No, is he going to sting again?

In front of the black long axe, Wuqi squatted down and touched the handle of the axe with his hand, and then slowly stood up and took out a tissue from his pocket. As soon as he took out the tissue, Wolson who had witnessed the scene just now, Abel and Ugins couldn't help but feel numb. But just when the three of them thought Wuqi would clean his nose again, Wuqi did not do this. Instead, he squatted down again, spread the tissue and covered it on the golden handle of the black long axe, and then stretched out two small hands with tender skin and flesh to grab it hard without hesitation.

"Ah!!!" Then, the three of them heard a shout from Wuqi's little mouth, grabbed the handle of the long axe with both hands and lifted it up hard, biting their front teeth, and a tender little face suddenly turned red like a monkey.

"It's not bad! You can actually think of wrapping the metal with a tissue to hold it tightly, so that it won't slip easily and will not hurt your palms." Seeing this scene, Ugins finally couldn't help but smile and praised the 7-year-old kid. Abel beside him also nodded repeatedly, and Wolson then breathed a sigh of relief.

About a minute passed, Wuqi finally let go of his hands, but he didn't even let the black axe off the ground, which made Wolson and Abel feel a little disappointed, but Ugins looked indifferent. He slowly came to Wuqi, patted his deflated chest, and smiled and said, "Wuqi! It's normal that you can't lift it now. Don't think that this axe is of little weight, it actually has more than 1,000 kilograms. I'll try to change it to you."

"kindness."

Seeing Wuqi's little head like a chicken pecking at rice, Ugins turned his head and looked at Abel, "Abel, try borrowing your holy sword."

"Okay." Abel decisively took off the silver sword worn on his waist and threw it to Ukins along with the scabbard. Ukins caught the holy sword that was shining with silver and white light and smiled gratefully to Abel. He turned around and put the silver sword on the edge of the black long axe, explaining to Wuqi: "Try to pick up this silver sword. It is more than 500 kilograms lighter than my long axe."

"Okay." Wuqi nodded without thinking, then leaned over and covered the tissue that had just covered the handle of the long axe on the silver sword's scabbard, stretched out his hands to grab the part that he felt was most likely to use. Then he shouted "Ah!!!" again, and used his strength to eat.

Even if the 1,000 kilograms of this more than 1,000 kilograms of divine power are a bit exaggerated. He should have no problem lifting my 500 kilograms of holy sword.

Since seeing Wuqi throw the paper balls into the trash can, Abel became more convinced of Wuqi's possession of divine power. Ugins and Wolson also had the same expectation for him. However, when they saw Wuqi once again exhausted his strength and could not even have an inch of the silver sword off the ground, the confidence that had just climbed to the top fell from the peak again, and replaced by increasing 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. Still can't lift it."

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

“It’s still too heavy.”

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

After experiencing a gap in his heart from 1,000 pounds to 10 pounds, Wujins' heart gradually became gloomy. He handed the dagger in his hand directly to Wuqi's hand without thinking, instead of putting it on the ground like in the previous few times for him to get it himself. After all, this amount is only about 10 pounds in total. This amount is nothing in Wujins' eyes, and it is not a big problem for an ordinary child who is 7 years old.

When he handed the dagger in his hand to Wuqi's hand, he suddenly found that he was half a piece shorter. After a closer look, he was surprised to find that Wuqi was holding the dagger with both hands, which was only 10 kilograms, and his teeth were tightly clenched, and his face and neck were crimson. He tried to hold the dagger with both hands, as if he was carrying a big stone weighing dozens of kilograms. Seeing Ugins and Wolson behind him, Abel shook his head speechless.

This...is this really the master recognized by the Ancient Scroll? It would be fine if there is no natural divine power, but he is so weak that he is not as strong as an ordinary person. Ugins and Abel were depressed again in his heart, and Wolson's face was not far from sight, but at this moment, Wuqi, the object that made them depressed, looked happy. After he tried his best to hold the dagger on his head like a weightlift, a small slit of his mouth finally grinned out, "Yeah! I finally lifted it up!"

Oh my God! It seems that this is not only because of the extremely poor physical fitness, but also has some problems with the brain. He was so happy to lift the 10-pound dagger. He was so mentally retarded.

After seeing Wuqi's joyful behavior, Wujins and Abel had the idea of ​​giving up the child at the same time. But just when they wanted to speak up and put forward their own ideas, Wuqi walked to Wujins happily and handed the dagger back to him. He looked at Wolson with an excited look on his face and said, "Master. Are these two uncles you told me before and asked me to learn skills from them?"

"Uh...yes." Wolson was stunned by the sudden question, and after a while he nodded slowly to respond.

"Then Master, who will take me down the mountain?"

"Uh..." Wolson couldn't see what Ugkins and Abel had just made in their hearts. He could see what they were thinking after observing the words and expressions. To be honest, he also had the plan to give up. It was not that he didn't want Abel or Ugkins to take Wuqi down the mountain to teach him his skills, but that Wuqi's qualifications were really bad. Even his master was shocked, let alone Abel and Ugkins. But seeing Wuqi's innocent eyes, Wolson, who had just planned to give up the agreement, fell into hesitation again. Faced with such a clean pair of eyes, he couldn't say anything to refuse.

"Then it." He pondered for a long time before he said lightly: "Let these two uncles take rock-scissors, whoever wins will take you down the mountain, how about it?"

"Wow! Master is really amazing, this idea is awesome!"

In contrast to Wuqi's sudden cheering, Abel and Ukins' faces were blue and white. Since Walson had both made the proposal and they were not ready to violate the agreement in front of this child, they had to look at each other and then take a stance of waiting. However, this time the showdown between the two of them was not a real fight to the death, but a rock-scissor. What made people laugh and cry was that the two of them had a look of winning on the surface, but they had already made plans to lose in order to be decent and not reveal any flaws. So, this unique rock-scissor for losing, which was unprecedented in ancient and modern times, began.....
Chapter completed!