Chapter 147 (9) Climb the mountain of knives and cross the sea of ​​fire

This mountain of knives is a big problem for ordinary people, but for Wu Sangui, he was taken into the deep mountains by strangers to practice martial arts when he was young, and he even slept on a bed of knives that shone with cold light. For Wu Sangui, this mountain of knives is really a piece of cake. He held his breath, lay quietly on his back on the blades, stared blankly at the sky for a long while, then suddenly jumped up, landed his feet, and stepped on the other blades. Slowly and evenly breathing, Wu Sangui jumped forward again, and then took a few more steps. Pass safely. Dorgon's face was so ugly, he waved his hand, and in front of him, a raging fire suddenly ignited in a deep pit.

Wu Sangui, if you are sincere, then when you pass through this sea of ​​flames, you will definitely not be burned, but if there is a little spark on your body... Dorgon has not finished speaking, Wu Sangui has already swayed With both arms, he passed through the sea of ​​flames at a leisurely pace. In fact, although the sea of ​​fire is raging, it is easier to pass than the mountain of knives, because once the human body is heated, it will form a protective layer of water vapor, so there are often folk artists holding burning charcoal to please the audience. Seemingly thrilling, but actually boring.

The real difficulty is the next level. oil pan. On top of the raging fire, there was a huge iron pot, and the boiling oil in the iron pot was sizzling, and the scorching heat wave kept rolling. Wu Sangui walked in front of the frying pan, being smoked by the heat, he couldn't help taking a step back.