Chapter 9 Innate Talent

As soon as she finished speaking, there were bursts of ridicule around her.

"Huh? Did I hear it correctly? How dare a waste person sign up for martial arts?"

"There won't be a problem with Helian Weiwei's mind, is it stupid to be divorced by the prince?"

"It's really over the top, hehe..."

The steward glanced at Helian Weiwei with a hesitant tone: "Come with me."

Then, he turned around and walked into the Phoenix Building.

The test was not held indoors, but beside an antique pavilion. Inside the pavilion was a white jade table with a row of "scrap iron" on the stone table. An old man with crane hair was sitting. He closed his eyes in the rocking chair, and when he heard Helian Weiwei walk in, he didn't lift his eyelids, but said in a light tone: "Everything is on the stone table, the competition leader for half an hour, you can play with it."

Seeing from the morning, there is no better seedlings, the old man is obviously disappointed, and even loses interest in the next testers.

Helian Weiwei glanced at the "scrap iron" on the stone table, her eyes flashing with light, as if something had crossed her smiling eyes.

Yuan Ming looked at her curiously, what happened to this woman? Excited all of a sudden?

Helian Weiwei just smiled and walked to the stone table, not in a hurry, even a little lazy.

This made the steward standing beside him furiously frown.

The old man doesn't care, anyway, not many people can succeed in half an hour.

Hey, he was too imaginative to hold a summoning order here...

Finally, Helian Weiwei moved!

She is like an excellent conductor. With a wave of her long sleeves, she first wrapped her long hair into a neat ponytail, then rolled up her sleeves, lowered her eyes, disassembled her left hand and assembled her right.

Her fingers are very flexible and very rhythmic, and those "scrap iron" in her hands are like being played out.

Click!

After the cut was completed, she took the second piece of "scrap iron" in a hurry!

There was no change on the old man's face, but what surprised the steward was that he opened his eyes and looked over here seriously.

Helian Weiwei crossed her hands, snapped her fingers at will, and asked diligently, "If I win, will I be able to get the 100,000 taels of silver?"

"Ah?" The steward didn't expect to hear such a question, and he couldn't react for a while.

Helian Weiwei frowned, then stopped: "No bonus?" Then why is she playing with these things?

"Continue!" The old man spoke in a deep voice, looking at Helian Weiwei with a pair of shining eyes: "Girl, let me see how fast you can get?"

Helian Weiwei curled her thin lips and said with a smile, "Then get the silver first."

"Silver, what kind of money?" The old man finally found a good seedling, but the girl kept talking about money with him, and the anxious beard blew.

The steward looked embarrassed: "It's the bonus from the Phoenix Tower this time. Whoever wins will give it to whoever wins. I'll go down and prepare."

"Girl, you heard, can you continue now?" No wonder the old man was so unsteady, he wanted to take a closer look, just had an illusion.

"Okay." Helian Weiwei moved her neck, looking very handsome.

This time, she didn't have the laziness of the last time, her sharp Danfeng eyes raised, her fingers tapped on the scrap iron, and she concentrated on the installation.

No one knows that for the reborn her, weapon disassembly is just the most common routine.

She can close her eyes in ten seconds, successfully dismantle a K4 portable sniper pistol, and then assemble all the scattered parts back in ten seconds!

And these scrap iron parts with a perfect arc of unknown material are very familiar to her. In the 21st century, she would play a game every day, but she didn't expect that there were also disassembly and assembly games in ancient times. How about Helian Weiwei? Can it be itchy.

Click!

The second cut was also completed, and it was successfully deducted with the first cut!

The steward widened his eyes and looked in the direction of the old man.

The old man clenched the teacup in his hand and pressed the rocking chair with one hand, as if he wanted to stand up...

Click...click!

The third cut!

The steward straightened his neck in excitement!

Helian Weiwei was not affected by the surrounding environment at all. Her hand speed was very fast, which was a bit dazzling. It was even said that she would miss her movements in the blink of an eye.

At that moment, the steward only felt that the hands in front of him were unusually slender and beautiful, with clear whiteness. It was not like she was disassembling, but she was playing a nice piece of music.

Chain after chain was placed on the stone table in an orderly manner by Kuaizhong.

The old man stood up completely, and the expression on his shocked face changed!

Ten years ago, he accepted a talented inner disciple in the Murong Palace. Over the years, he was the most qualified, but even that kid Murong Changfeng could only complete three or less dismantling.

This girl is...

Nine cuts!

All done! ?

The old man took a deep breath, picked up the teacup in his hand, and wanted to take a sip of water to suppress his shock. Then he opened his mouth and saw Helian Weiwei's beautiful hand. It became a straight line of silver light...

Swish!

Helian Weiwei twisted her fingers at the end, and the silver whip hung down in the wind, as if it could stir up the remaining cherry blossoms around!

"Nine-curved silver snake!"

The old man cried out uncontrollably, his fingers trembled, and his mouth couldn't close. He stared at Helian Weiwei with a maddened look as if he had discovered some treasure in the world!

how many years?

How many years has no one been able to connect so many iron cut groups together in half an hour!

And she also disassembled these iron blocks into nine silver snakes!

It's literally ten years, no! A once-in-a-century genius!

The old man could almost see how in the near future this girl would become a stunning "martial cultivator". As long as he thought of this, the old man couldn't help but smile.

The laughter was very mellow and loud, with unprecedented excitement: "Girl, the old man has decided, I want to accept you as a disciple!"

Helian Weiwei was holding a long whip in her hand. After hearing the news, she didn't speak, her face was light, and she couldn't see joy or anger.

On the other hand, the steward looked at Helian Weiwei in surprise. Seeing that she didn't move, he thought she was happy and stupid, and quickly said: "Elder Tu has not accepted apprentices for more than ten years, but this time he moved to accept apprentices. If you worship in the name of Lao Tu, you will be able to become the same family as Murong Shizi, and the future will be so great!"

The old man stroked his beard, waved his hand and smiled.

However, what he didn't expect was that Helian Weiwei actually gave him a sentence: "I refuse."