Chapter 2175

Brother Yu gritted his teeth and said: "Yunfeng, drive away and leave it alone! I have to compete with this little long hair today!"

The little Taoist priest immediately got angry and shouted back: "Better! Big bald head! If I lose, I'll call you daddy!"

Then both of them lowered their heads and stopped talking, continuing to compete for endurance.

Seeing this, I smiled helplessly.

Brother Yu is not usually a childlike person. I think the reason why he worked so hard this time is probably because of Lin Sanguan’s status as a Taoist priest. To put it bluntly, Brother Yu doesn’t like to see Taoist priests!

Buddhism and Taoism are harmonious on the surface, but if you look at history, you will find that the two sides have been fighting for thousands of years. Buddhism and Taoism do not save people! Taoists say that Buddhism is fake compassion!

Rather than saying that Brother Yu doesn’t want to lose to Lin Sanguan, it’s better to say that Brother Yu doesn’t want to lose to their Central Plains Dao Sect.

What is the Guinness record for plank?

I don’t know for sure, but I dare say that the two of them will definitely break the Guinness record!

At around nine o'clock in the morning, Brother Yu's face was frighteningly pale, and he was obviously exhausted, but he still persisted desperately. Xiaoxuan felt sorry for Brother Yu, so she ran over to feed Brother Yu some water and wipe his sweat for him.

At this time, the little Taoist priest, who also had chapped lips and a pale face, smiled and said: "This extremely beautiful female lay practitioner! Can you wipe the sweat from Xiaodao? In addition, Xiaodao also needs to replenish his water!"

"You want to drink?"

Xiaoxuan directly handed the water bottle to his mouth.

The little Taoist pouted and was about to drink. Unexpectedly, Xiaoxuan suddenly took the water bottle away. Xiaoxuan stood up and said with a smile: "You think so!"

The little Taoist priest watched Xiaoxuan's leaving figure and licked his lips. I felt that his eyes seemed a bit lewd.

At around 10 o'clock, the two's physical strength reached the limit, and they were teetering on the edge of collapse, as if they were about to collapse at any time.

The little Taoist priest held up his arms and said, "Bald brother! The compass master from Tianjin has probably arrived at the station! How about we compete next time? Even if there is no winner today!"

Brother Yu said hello, and the next second, the two of them immediately fell to the ground, motionless as if they were exhausted.

Have you ever seen how penguins walk?

The side effects of muscle soreness! Now he walks like a penguin! The legs are slightly bent, the hands are opened, and the steps are swaying left and right.

I joked that Brother Yu walked like a penguin, but Brother Yu didn't take it seriously. He told me seriously: "Yunfeng, people compete for a breath, Buddha competes for a breath! I represent my Buddha! So I can never lose!"

At 12 noon, under the leadership of the little Taoist priest, we finally picked up this top compass player at the station.

He was about sixty years old. He was short and thin, with piercing eyes. His hair was gray at the temples. He was dressed in simple cloth clothes and was holding a cloth bag in his hand. He looked ordinary.

"Well, let me introduce you, Mr. Pian! The living legend of Tianjin Wei Compass Circle! My grandfather's good friend! Our amazing guest!"