Long Qiansun had already spoken, and naturally Ah Mao could not say anything, but his resentment towards Mr. Zhang seemed to be even heavier.

Long Qiansun saw this scene and couldn't help but shake his head secretly. Compared with the young man in front of him, Amao was more than inferior.

However, even though he admires Mr. Zhang, Long Qiansun will not show any mercy at all. Mr. Zhang is the enemy, and Long Qiansun has always been cruel to the enemy.

"You have passed the first level by chance. I see how you pass the second level!" A Mao had a dark face, walked back two steps, and shouted in the direction of the back door, "Come in!"

"I think how you will pass this level?" A Mao sneered at Master Zhang again.

"Silly." Young Master Zhang couldn't help but shake his head. He swept his mind and two people were carrying an induction cooker outside. There was an electric cooker on the induction cooker. The electric cooker was not a rice, but a full pot of oil! A pot of steaming hot, boiling oil!

This thing is shocking to everyone, but it is a slight meaning to Mr. Zhang. Mao wanted to use this thing to deal with him, but he made a mistake in his plan.

When the boiling oil pan was placed in front of Mr. Zhang, the expression on Mr. Zhang's face did not change at all. If you insist on saying that there was any change, it would seem that a trace of disdain flashed in Mr. Zhang's eyes.

A Mao also saw that disdain, but A Mao thought he had read it wrong, or that it was Mr. Zhang who was pretending to be mysterious. Facing this thing, who can calm down? Yes, this kid must be pretending!

A Mao felt even more determined in his heart.

"The second gift I give you is to wash your hands with a pan!" Ah Mao's smile was very cruel. Mr. Zhang was invulnerable to swords and guns. He must have practiced some hard qigong and other kung fu. There are often such programs on TV. It is not uncommon for people with this kind of kung fu.

But if you don’t want to enter, you can’t do anything in the oil pan. Ah Mao has never heard of anyone who can wash his hands in the oil pan. In the second level, this guy has no other choice except kowtowing to beg for mercy or giving up.

Thinking of this, Amao smiled happier.

"Wash your hands in the oil pan?" Zhang Dashao shook his head, "This thing is so weak."

As he said that, Mr. Zhang suddenly boiled his hand, which made everyone, including A Mao, grin. They never expected that this person would really dare to put his hand in!

However, as I imagined, Young Master Zhang's heart-wrenching scream did not appear, but the guy showed a very enjoyable expression instead.

"What's going on? Isn't the oil hot?" A Mao looked in front of Master Zhang in disbelief for a long time, and finally carefully stretched out a finger and slowly leaned into the oil pan.

Ao!

As soon as he touched the oil between his fingers, Ah Mao felt a pain in his heart, and the pain made him jump up instantly.

"The oil is turned on, but why isn't this guy afraid of burning?" A Mao was starting to feel a little unsure now. It's acceptable to be invulnerable to swords and guns, but he is not afraid of frying. Is this still a human being? A Mao's heart suddenly trembled.

Long Qiansun slowly stood up from the recliner. The two levels in front were used by him to tease and torture Mr. Zhang. Long Qiansun has always been like this when dealing with the enemy, and he had to torture the enemy to exhaust both physically and mentally before giving him a thunder blow.

This old man has been in the road for so many years and has met some truly capable people. But he was also the first person to see this person who can wash his hands with oil pans.

At this moment, Long Qiansun suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart, as if he had never seen through this young man.

"Brother Mao, is this kid a human?" A big man asked beside Ah Mao.

"I don't know either." A Mao murmured subconsciously, and suddenly came to his senses and his reaction was too low. He slapped the man in the face with a backhand, "Have you asked him to speak!"

"Oh, it's comfortable." Mr. Zhang enjoyed the luxury of washing his hands with oil. As he washed, he even took the entire electric cooker off the stove and leaned straight towards his mouth.

"He, what do he want to do?" Both Amao and Long Qiansun were sweating profusely. I wonder what Mr. Zhang wanted to do. Could it be that he wanted to drink the boiling oil?

"Gudong."

Facts proved that Long Qiansun, Amao and others were very smart and guessed Mr. Zhang’s intentions very accurately. Mr. Zhang put the oil pan in his mouth and took a deep sip.

"This, this is impossible." A Mao and others almost flew out.

Long Qiansun was furious and he immediately decided that it was not advisable to stay here for a long time. This young man was simply a devil, dangerous! He should be eliminated as soon as possible and he could not play anymore!

At the same time, Long Qiansun also had doubts for the first time. He could even drink hot oil and water. Can such a person be dealt with by himself?

He turned his head and grinned at A Mao and others. Zhang Da Shao put down the oil pan. With a "puff" sound, a large mouthful of yellow and orange oil sprayed towards A Mao and others.

Little bits of oil splashed onto their faces, and it hurts like a fire!

A Mao and others screamed, hugged their heads and ran back in a panic. When they looked at Mr. Zhang again, they were already deeply afraid and afraid.

"Has I passed the second level?" Zhang Dashao asked softly, with a harmless smile on his face, just like a child asking a teacher in class.

"It's over." When Mr. Zhang looked at him, Amao felt very depressed and hurriedly answered.

After answering, Ah Mao suddenly realized that he was actually scared by this kid, and couldn't help but feel very angry. He thought, no matter how awesome this kid is, isn't there four great kings behind him? Even if the four kings were killed, can he be able to fight a gun? I have dozens of guns to go to that one, can you still sing and conquer?

Thinking of this, Amao was confident again.

"Zhang Tian, ​​there is only one level left. Your woman is in the third level." Ah Mao deliberately raised his chest and said loudly, "If you have life after passing the third level, you can take your woman away."

As he said that, Ah Mao took out a remote control button and pressed it. A rumble came from behind him. A wall slowly rose up, revealing the dark room inside.

Young Master Zhang just glanced at it and immediately became angry. He saw Liu Qingqing and Su Xinlan lying on the floor unconscious, with bruises and abrasions on their bodies, which were very embarrassed.

Li Mang appears again.

Around Liu Qingqing and Su Xinlan, four shirtless men were as motionless as a clock. Each of them had a heavy mountain knife in their hands, and they burst out with an extremely astonishing murderous aura.

The moment the wall rose, the four of them looked at Mr. Zhang at the same time, with sharp eyes as a knife.

These four people are the four great Vajras.

"Kill these four people and you can take your woman away." Amao Sensen smiled.
Chapter completed!