The Great Tang: God-level Bear Child: Chapter 192 : 8 Is the prince really a fairy?

Because, they haven't seen a wonderful debate contest for a long time.

And what the eldest grandson Wuyi blocked was the reputation of their eldest grandson's family.

What Li Chengfeng blocked was their royal reputation.

The two of them naturally wouldn't back down.

Sometimes, this kind of debate competition between tongues is even more exciting than a duel between martial arts masters.

Because this is a logical thinking and transformation, it can make these ministers feel a hearty debate contest.

After Li Chengfeng finished speaking, the eldest grandson Wuyi nodded slightly, and said: "The eighth prince is extremely intelligent, and I naturally dare not suspect that the eighth prince made up false stories! But, eighth prince, you said that you can do light work, and the seven or eight meter high wall You can jump on it casually? You can still drink, and you can get the entire Tiger Hall drunk by yourself? I can't believe these two words!"

"Okay, then, I can prove it to you now!"

"How to prove it?"

A sharpness flashed across Changsun Wuyi's eyes.

Li Chengfeng smiled lightly, and unhurriedly took out a small knife from his sleeve.

This knife was originally used by Li Chengfeng for carving when he had nothing to do.

Later, it was placed in the system warehouse.

After Li Chengfeng took out the knife, he threw it away, and the knife was inlaid on the hanging beam above the court hall.

"Duo..."

Li Chengfeng threw out the throwing knife with great force, and instantly plunged into the wooden stake above the hanging beam.

All the civil and military ministers of the Manchu Dynasty were shocked.

Even Li Shimin frowned.

Because, in the court, no one can bring weapons into the court except the guards with swords in front of the imperial court.

But since it is the Eighth Prince, then forget it.

Li Shimin pretended to cough and did not pursue the matter.

Li Chengfeng pointed to the dagger on the hanging beam, and said: "Changsun Wuyi, just look at that dagger, how high is it standing on the ground?"

Changsun Wuyi narrowed his eyes slightly, and said, "I think it's more than ten meters!"

"Okay, then, next, I would like to ask all the ministers sitting here, who can remove that dagger with bare hands without using external force?"

"This, such a high distance? It's difficult to climb the hanging beam alone. How can it be possible to take down the throwing knife with bare hands?"

"That's right, the old minister thinks that the Eighth Prince is playing a little too big. At such a high distance, no one can touch that place with bare hands, unless he can fly!"

"Hmph, eighth prince, how about letting Cheng Yaojin try it?"

Suddenly, Cheng Yaojin, who couldn't understand the rebuttal, stood up.

He's the kind of guy with a big head and a thick neck.

Cheng Yaojin felt that in the rebuttal contest, whoever had the loudest voice would win?

In order to beat around the bush?

Now that I finally have a technical job that I can fly, it's time for my old Cheng to come out and pretend, right?

Li Chengfeng smiled and said: "Okay, then let Lu Guogong come forward and give it a try!"

"It's the Eighth Prince!"

"Haha, old minister, I haven't moved my body for many years, and I don't know if I can climb such a high hanging beam!"

"If it were placed when I was young, I would definitely be able to take off this dagger easily!"

Cheng Yaojin spit on his hands twice, rubbed them, and then began to climb the hanging beam.

At first, relying on his many years of skill and strong hands, he quickly climbed onto a big wooden stake.

But with the exhaustion of physical strength, Cheng Yaojin felt that his arms were numb and out of breath, and he couldn't exert his strength at all.

Cheng Yaojin didn't want to lose face in front of the emperor and the civil and military ministers of the Manchu Dynasty, so he gritted his teeth and continued to climb up. Unexpectedly, when he climbed to a height of about five meters, his legs softened and he fell directly from the wooden beam down.

With a sound of "touch", Cheng Yaojin landed on his buttocks and even bounced on the ground.

"Ouch!"

Cheng Yaojin let out an ouch, and lay down completely on the ground, his chest heaving.

The civil and military ministers of the Manchu Dynasty couldn't help covering their mouths and laughing.

Cheng Yaojin rubbed his butt, with a naive smile on his face, and said: "Hey, old minister, I can't do it anymore, old minister, my body is not as good as before!"

Everyone only saw the smile on Cheng Yaojin's face, but did not see the bitterness flashing in his eyes.

Back then, he was also a hero and a general, but now he can't even climb a small wooden beam?

However, this wooden beam is really difficult to climb. It is made of a large pine wood. Cheng Yaojin's hands can't wrap around it at all, so he can only use his hands hard.

It's not bad to be able to climb five meters high!

Li Chengfeng stood up, clapped his hands, and said, "Lu Guogong, your performance is already very good!"

"Haha, thank you Eighth Prince for your compliment!"

Cheng Yaojin cupped his fists, bowed slightly to Li Chengfeng, then touched his buttocks, and limped back to his seat.

Immediately afterwards, Li Chengfeng pointed to the dagger on the hanging beam, looked at Changsun Wuyi, and said, "Changsun Wuyi, please show me your favor!"

"Hey!"

Li Chengfeng jumped on his calf, and jumped directly onto the listening stage, which shocked all the civil and military officials in the court.

The only one who dared to do this in front of the emperor is the Eighth Prince Li Chengfeng, right?

Afterwards, Li Shimin looked at Li Chengfeng worriedly, and said, "Feng'er, don't be brave, Lao Cheng is rough-skinned and thick-skinned, and can withstand being thrown around. If you break your body, I will be worried!"

All the ministers could tell that Li Shimin cared and valued Li Chengfeng very much.

But Li Chengfeng smiled lightly, shook his little head, and said, "Don't worry about me, father! Take care of Changsun Wuyi, this prince sneaked into Xuanwuzong in the beginning!"

"Easy kung fu, one does not reach the sky!"

Li Chengfeng stomped his feet on the stage mat, and with a touch, Li Chengfeng rose into the sky like a carp crossing the dragon gate, and flew towards the sky.

Soon, Li Chengfeng flew to the hanging beam, took off the dagger with his bare hands, and then landed firmly in front of Changsun Wuyi.

Li Chengfeng shook the dagger in his hand and said, "Excuse me, do you have anything else to say now?"

surprise…

Shock…

The civil and military ministers of the Manchu Dynasty~www.mtlnovel.com~ were all shocked by Li Chengfeng's lightness skills, speechless.

Where is this jumping, this is simply flying in the sky?

"Good, good, good!"

Seeing this, Li Shimin couldn't help standing up from the dragon chair, clapped his hands and shouted three times.

The civil and military ministers of the Manchu Dynasty were still astonished.

"Oh my god, what did I see just now? Eighth prince, did you really fly in the sky?"

"Isn't the old minister dazzled? Now, how did the eighth prince do it? Just like a bird, he can actually leap ten meters high in the air?"

"Immortal...except for immortal, I don't know what words to use to describe the eighth prince. Could it be that the eighth prince is really an immortal?"

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