Seeing that this stone mill is extremely heavy, there are less than 300 pounds, and everyone presents the people present.
In the hall, there are a few of the generals who are powerful after the door, and can move this stone grinding plate.
However, they were eliminated at the first level. At this time, although the strength passed the second level, they could only stabb the chest.
Lu Xiangsheng, who had already been unable to hold back, smiled proudly: "Haha! And see me!"
He is as powerful as a cow, and he has been burning and bones since he was a child. This weight is nothing.
In the complicated eyes, he strode to the side of the stone mill, stretched out his hands, drank a low, and hugged the stone mill.
Seeing this, there was an uproar in the hall.
"So big strength!"
"It is worthy of being a general!"
"Okay! Master Lu really brave!"
"There is a Lord Lu sitting in Luoyang, it is the blessing of the people!"
... ...
Everyone applauded and complimented a few words.
Lu Xiang arched his hands, comfortable, and walked back to Jia Chen and sat down.
After him, several other people who passed the level went to try, but without exception, all failed.
At this time, only the last person left without challenge -Jia Chen.
Everyone's eyes focused on Jia Chen's body.
I saw Jia Chen standing calmly.
Lu Xiangsheng's good reminder:
"Master Jia, this stone grinding plate has more than 300 pounds. If you can't move, it is normal. Do not hurt the muscles."
He was out of good intentions and was a little worried. If the minister was injured in front of him, he was afraid that he would not be able to blame him.
"It's okay!" Jia Chen responded lightly and came slowly to the side of the stone mill.
In the complicated eyes, the little girl looked at his handsome face, and the heart was swaying, and she reminded the sky:
"Please be careful and be careful, don't hurt yourself."
After hearing this, Jia Chen was warm and gave her a smile, and then held the edge of the stone grinding plate with one hand.
When he was about to mention it, he heard a discussion in the crowd:
"Zhang Gongzi, do you say that this Jia Chen can do it?" Someone asked in the hall.
"What kidding? Just his tall body? Where did you come from?"
As soon as the words fell, someone answered disdain.
Someone attached to ask:
"No, I heard that the Jia family was a martial arts family.
He was sarcasted by his words: "Cut! That was their ancestors."
Someone enlightened: "Yes, the current Jia family is not to respect the excellence? Isn't that I look down on them? The Jia family now does not even dance a knife."
Someone deliberately made a high voice: "Really false?"
After hearing this, Zhang Yang snorted coldly:
"Is there a fake? Naturally, if he can raise this stone grinding plate, I have eaten this stone grinding plate!"
Everyone, you said, I said in a word, either I didn't believe it or taunt.
Hearing the whispering in the hall, Jia Chen's mouth was slightly raised, and then he drank:
"rise!"
With his low drink, his right hand suddenly made his strength, but he lifted the stone mill with one hand.
Seeing this terrible scene, in the hall, there was a rising backbone.
Everyone widen the eyes and looked at Jia Chen, as if we were looking at a powerful monster.
Lu Xiangsheng held the stone grinding plate with both hands, which was amazing.
And Jia Chen just mentioned it with his right hand?
What terrible arm power is this?
In the noise and applause of everyone, Jia Chen gently put down the stone grinding plate, and then turned to Zhang Yang:
"Zhang Tongsheng, the stone mill is here, do you also try it?"
As soon as this remark came out, Zhang Yang's face was black and black became the bottom of the pot.
joke?
This son is Wang Ye's little sister -in -law. How can he do such a rough thing?
I comforted myself in my heart, Zhang Yang coughed, so I didn't hear it.
A low laughter sounded around.
Jia Chen's lips were slightly raised, but he did not be more true to him, but instead towards the little girl, said:
"Thank you for your goodwill reminder, this stone grinding disk can't hurt me."
After hearing this, the little girl's face was slightly red, and she sighed slightly towards him.
In this level, only two people pass the level.
The little girl called Lu Xiangsheng to her.
In the eyes of everyone's envious and jealousy, the little girl looked at Jia Chen and Lu Xiangsheng and laughed:
"The second level, only two sons have passed the level smoothly, there is still the last level, please listen to the question."
Although everyone failed to clear the level, she was still curious. What is the topic of this third level?
Everyone raised ears to listen.
Under the eyes of everyone, the little girl poured a glass of wine, placed it on the table, and then launched a painting on the table.
Everyone stretched out their necks and went to see the content of the painting.
Jia Chen looked at the eyes of everyone, and saw a beauty painting on it.
"This painting skills are really good!" Everyone praised.
This beauty can be called national fragrance, but her eyebrows have a strong grievance and sorrow that are indispensable.
Little girl -in -law lightly opens Zhu Liping:
"Two sons, this wine is still warm, please make a poem before the wine."
As soon as this remark came out, everyone frowned, watching paintings, and limited time, which was very difficult.
Jia Chen's lips were slightly raised. He had read a lot of poems. For him, this was too simple.
However, Lu Xiangsheng's face was bitter. He also read the sages and wrote a poem, but if he wanted to make a poem in such a short time, he hadn't learned these.
At this moment, Zhang Yang's eyes flashed a touch of treacherous, and suddenly asked:
"Dare to ask the girl, can you participate in the bottom? It's just a mediocre and elegant, not to pass the level."
After hearing this, the little girl thought about it, but nodded.
This Yang is the little sister -in -law of Wang Ye, and the little girl does not want to offend him.
Zhang Yang smiled proudly, and then poured ink immediately, and walked away.
Previously, he was faced by Jia Chen. At this time, when did he not find it, when will it be?
As the children of the officials, Zhang Yang reads a lot of books.
If he talks about poetry and poetry, he thinks he thinks it is 10,000 times higher than Jia Chen.
Seeing that he poured ink, everyone was curiously around him, watching his writing, and after a while, a gorgeous poem was released.
"Good poems, good poems!"
"It's interesting!"
"The heroic heroes of the sea, the heroes of the thousands of miles. The true sentence is the ancient sentence!"
"Zhang Gongzi is not just childhood, it really is high, not far from high school!"
There are still people taking the opportunity to settle:
"If it is only better than poetry, Zhang Gongzi will be able to see Liu Ru as a girl!"
In the stunning and worship of everyone's mouth, Zhang Yang put down his pen and sneered at Jia Chen:
"I have given a poem just now. I wonder if Jia Gongzi has done it?"
If Jia Gongzi can't figure out, then I would like to give this poem to Jia Gongzi to pass the level.