There are all kinds of competitions in the world.
There are competitions for martial arts, there are competitions for literary talent, there are competitions for wisdom, there are competitions for speed, but there is absolutely no competition for digging pits.
Zhao Yufan glanced at the golden shovel in the hand of the short man in front of him, pointed at the golden shovel with sudden realization, and asked: "You mean to use the shovel to dig a hole?"
"Yes."
The short man put the golden shovel on his shoulder, glared at Zhao Yufan and introduced himself: "I am the Rat King among the Twelve Heavenly Kings of Lianyun."
"The two of us take one minute to dig a hole.
Whoever digs the deepest hole will win."
"How big should the pit be?"
Zhao Yufan asked.
"One meter in diameter" replied the Rat King.
Putting away the dragon-slaying sword, Zhao Yufan walked to the Rat King, bent down to pick up the shovel on the ground, and lifted the shovel up casually.
The moment he lifted the shovel, his expression suddenly froze, and then he looked serious, and the veins on his arms bulged, and he suddenly With a strong lift, the golden shovel was lifted up.
He was secretly surprised that a seemingly ordinary shovel weighed five hundred kilograms.
It seemed that even digging a hole was not an easy task.
The Rat King's expression remained calm as he looked at him, as if the weight of the golden shovel had no effect on him at all.
"Start" the Rat King said, the golden shovel in his hand flying up and down, smoke and dust rising from the ground, and in the blink of an eye, the smoke and dust engulfed the Rat King.
Seeing this scene, Zhao Yufan blinked his eyes, pursed his lips in admiration, put the shovel on the ground, stepped on the shovel with his feet, and started digging the hole in the same posture as ordinary people digging soil.
Ten seconds later, the hole Zhao Yufan dug was three feet deep.
The pit dug by the Rat King was six feet deep.
Zhao Yufan looked at the deep pit dug by the Rat King.
At this time, wet mud was constantly splashing out of the pit, and the amount of mud was slowly increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He rolled his eyes, stepped out of the pit, and walked to the Rat King's pit to watch.
In the pit, the Rat King grabbed the golden shovel with both hands, bent over, and writhed strangely in the pit.
His speed is very fast, like a spinning gear, and the gold color is like a sharp tooth, flying the soil out of the ground with rapid rotation.
"So that's it," Zhao Yufan murmured to himself, returned to the pit, and thought about it.
The Rat King borrowed the power of rotation to increase the speed of digging holes, so he should also borrow this power of rotation.
The Rat King uses gears to rotate.
He cannot flip his body so flexibly, so he can only use conical rotation, just like a top.
He grabbed the shovel with both hands, jumped up suddenly, and while flying in the air, he adjusted his body so that his head was facing down, and plunged hard into the pit.
The shovel fell into the deep pit, and Zhao Yufan stirred the shovel hard with both hands, his body spinning like a top like a top.
At this time, thirty seconds have passed.
At forty seconds, the Rat King had dug a hole ten feet deep.
Zhao Yufan dug a hole five feet deep.
At fifty seconds, the Rat King dug a hole thirteen feet.
At sixty seconds, the Rat King dug a hole fifteen feet.
Sixty seconds later, Zhao Yufan and the Rat King took off from the pit at the same time and landed near their own pit.
The two of them were covered in mud, as if mice had just finished digging holes, and were extremely embarrassed.
The Rat King breathed steadily, with a smug smile on his lips.
He glanced at Zhao Yufan contemptuously and asked, "How many meters were dug?"
"How many meters do you dig?"
Zhao Yufan held the golden shovel and breathed a little quickly.
It was indeed tiring to dig a hole, but what was even more tiring was that he was spinning.
Hearing Zhao Yufan's question, the Rat King raised his eyebrows slightly and said: "Five meters" "I'm six meters tall," Zhao Yufan said arrogantly.
After saying this, he looked up at the sky, full of arrogance.
Hearing this, the Rat King's expression changed and he glanced at Zhao Yufan, not believing his words.
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His eyes glanced at the soil around Zhao Yufan's pit, and he showed a mocking look.
There is more soil near the Rat King's pit than Zhao Yufan's.
From the analysis of the amount of soil, it naturally proves that the pit dug by the Rat King is deeper than that dug by Zhao Yufan.
This is a very simple reason.
"If you dare to lie to me, believe it or not, I will beat you to death with a shovel."
The Rat King held the shovel and looked hard at the lying boy in front of him.
Zhao Yufan curled his lips with disdain, threw the golden shovel in front of the Rat King, turned around and looked elsewhere, and said lightly: "See for yourself."
The corner of the Rat King's mouth twitched, and he really wanted to hit Zhao Yufan to death with a shovel, but their Lianyun Twelve Heavenly Kings were not unreasonable people.
Since he said that he dug deeper than himself, he would go and have a look.
If he dared to lie to himself, then as a result of He jumped into the deep pit dug by Zhao Yufan, raised his head and looked up.
After seeing the blue sky, he suddenly froze on the spot.
He could tell at a glance that the pit dug by Zhao Yufan was six meters deep.
The Rat King remembered that Zhao Yufan did not dig too deep in the first few dozen seconds, which meant that he dug too deep in the last few dozen seconds, but he defeated himself in just a few dozen seconds.
This hit him so hard that he squatted in the pit, holding his head and thinking.
Outside the pit, Zhao Yufan's figure gradually faded away.
The second peak of Lianyun Mountain is full of jagged rocks, overgrown weeds, and countless ravines and hills.
Zhao Yufan guessed that someone would intercept him on the second peak.
It is rumored that the Twelve Kings of Lianyun Mountain have weird behavior and do things based on their preferences.
They are both good and evil people.
There are many reasons why they came to stop him, but the reason is not important.
The important thing is that he wants to leave here quickly.
On the pile of rocks at the second peak, there was a person sitting upright.
This person had beautiful features and a bookish look on his face.
He was holding a folding fan and swaying it gently.
His black hair on his temples was fluttering in the wind, which made him look even more extraordinary.
"King Wen" Zhao Yufan asked casually, glanced at the scholar in front of him, and asked calmly: "You don't want to compete in literary talent, do you?"
This man is King Wen among the twelve kings of Lianyun Mountain.
He loves literature and often considers himself a scholar.
But the important thing is that he has never read a book since he was a child.
He has no understanding of poetry and songs.
So far, ordinary people have only remembered eight .
"You teach me to write a word.
As long as I learn it, you can leave."
King Wen gently swayed the folding fan and said gently.
"Any word is fine," Zhao Yufan asked.
"Yeah, but I don't want to learn simple words," King Wen said rather arrogantly.
Zhao Yufan raised the corner of his mouth slightly and asked jokingly, "Is it okay to use the word door?"
The word "men" is in a simple font, and he is deliberately humiliating King Wen.
King Wen suddenly stopped swinging the folding fan and replied seriously: "Okay."
"Uh" Zhao Yufan was speechless and asked with doubts, "You don't know how?"
"Won't" "Okay."
Zhao Yufan nodded helplessly, squatted on the ground and wrote the word "door", pointed at the ground and said: "This is the door, the door of the door, do you understand?"
King Wen nodded seriously and said solemnly: "Yes."
After saying that, he picked up the branch and started writing on the ground.
After finishing writing, he looked at the door written by Zhao Yufan and then at the door he wrote.
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He shook his head and said, "The two doors are not alike."
Glancing at the door written by King Wen, Zhao Yufan was so angry that he almost spit out blood.
He was also frozen in place, with his mouth open and not knowing what to say
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