The Young and Vigorous Eighth Prince

He had always been the one mocking Jiang Fan, but he never thought that other people would mock him. But it was because he was almost eliminated that he deserved to be mocked.

But he couldn't help being angry, but what if he couldn't help being angry?! Go over and beat him up? He didn't have that much courage, this was not his place.

If it was in Fengnan, those who mocked him would have been killed by him long ago! Chop them into countless pieces!

He snorted coldly and ignored everyone. He looked at Jiang Fan with a sinister look mixed with a hint of sarcasm and mockery.

"Boy, I hope you can pass the second level safely! If you can't, don't forget our bet! Haha..."

He smiled coldly.

At this time, as things on the field were moved away and new equipment was brought up, the second competition began.

The second competition is about courage. The three competitions are wisdom, courage, and strategy! And courage is divided into climbing a mountain of knives, jumping into a wok of oil, and crossing a sea of ​​fire!

When Jiang Fan heard this project, he frowned and looked at the equipment for the three projects on the field.

The knife mountain is made up of rows of knives embedded in a wooden frame. All you have to do is climb up little by little from the blades, and climb over the thirty-six blades.

As for the oil pot, it means to fish out money from the oil pot after climbing the knife mountain. Crossing the sea of ​​fire means walking barefoot on a charcoal road three meters long.

This is a test of courage, and of course, skills, especially when climbing the knife mountain and crossing the charcoal road. If you know the skills, the damage you suffer will be very small.

But if you don’t know the skills, it’s hard to say how much damage you will suffer.

As for fishing money out of the oil pan, that is even more of a test of courage! Without enough courage, many people will probably give up at this stage.

Jiang Fan looked at the ten oil pans that had been lit in the venue, and the hot steam coming out of the oil pans. He smelled a sour smell in the air!

The moment he smelled this scent, the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously. Could it be that this tradition among the Nanyue tribes has always been kept secret?

It turned out that this so-called test of courage was not necessarily all dangerous. He had heard Qing Yucheng say before that in the test of courage, countless people were injured.

Now it seems that the secret lies in the fact that they did not see the trick in the frying pan.

However, Jiang Fan knew that he had to cross the mountain of swords in a short time, otherwise, when he reached the oil pan, the oil pan would not be safe!

Soon, the competition officially began. Twenty knife racks were placed in front. The twenty people who passed the test came to their respective knife racks. The Little Saint King looked at Jiang Fan jokingly. This time he learned his lesson and did not get distracted. Instead, he began to concentrate on climbing the knife racks.

Jiang Fan was too lazy to talk nonsense with the Little Saint King and started climbing the knife rack on his side.

The knife rack is about five meters high and looks like a staircase, but each step is not a wooden board, but a long knife pointing upwards.

All you have to do is step on the long sword and walk up. The gap between the stairs is not big, just enough for one foot. Jiang Fan looked at this design, thought about it, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This knife climbing is actually very simple. If we talk about skills, it depends on how to control the force and how to use the force. If the force is used well, the sharp blade will not hurt people at all.

If you don't use the right force, even a dull blade can still cut someone.

Jiang Fan immediately understood the trick, and when the little Saint King was climbing the mountain of knives tremblingly, he stepped on one of his blades with his bare feet.

Many people who saw this scene began to worry about Jiang Fan. Luo Yunxian and Patriarch Wangshu were also a little worried.

Zhong Ling also clenched her hands tightly, praying in her heart that Jiang Fan would be fine.

As for the Little Saint King and the others, their faces were full of mockery. They really wanted to see Jiang Fan's feet being cut by the blade.

However, they were obviously disappointed. The moment Jiang Fan stepped on the blade, he slanted his foot into the gap, and the sole of his foot formed a force support with the edge of the blade.

Then, he stepped on the second blade with his second foot. Everyone looked at Jiang Fan's sole on the second blade in amazement.

There was no bloodshed as imagined. Jiang Fan actually succeeded. Those who were worried about Jiang Fan breathed a sigh of relief, all with surprise on their faces, and some even started cheering for Jiang Fan.

Luo Yunxian and Wangshu clan leader smiled. The more Wangshu clan leader looked at Jiang Fan, the more satisfied she became. She really didn't expect that the prince of Dayan had such ability.

She was worried before that if she insisted on letting the boy attend the son-in-law selection conference, it would affect her granddaughter's lifelong event. Now it seems that her worries were unnecessary.

The Little Saint King saw that Jiang Fan was actually faster than him. After stepping on the second blade, he reached the third blade.

He had to take it slow, but he never expected that Jiang Fan would be faster than him who trained regularly. This was a bit outrageous.

A strong anger and jealousy welled up in his eyes. He turned his head to look at the audience and exchanged glances with the master under his command.

Seeing this, Luo Yunxian and Wangshu clan leader suddenly felt nervous. They knew that the little saint king was trying to do something. They stood up at the same time, trying to stop the master from attacking Jiang Fan.

But they were too far away and had no time to make a move. Their hearts were in their throats. If Jiang Fan was ambushed, he would probably lose the match.

Losing is secondary, but Jiang Fan is on the knife stand now. If something goes wrong, Jiang Fan’s foot may be crippled.

But just when they were worried that the expert would attack Jiang Fan, the expert's body suddenly shook, and then he stood there motionless. There was fear and astonishment in his eyes.

This situation surprised Yunluo and tribe leader Wangshu, but they were also relieved. They searched the audience, as if trying to find someone.

They were powerful masters, and although they were not sure, they knew that the expert under the Little Saint King had just been killed silently.

Anyone who can do this must be a powerful master, and his strength is so strong that it is terrifying.

Even Zhong Ling seemed to sense something. Looking towards the audience seats not far away, she felt a murderous aura enveloping the entire venue.

Others might not feel it, but with her strength close to that of a Grandmaster, she could definitely feel the subtle yet extremely strong murderous intent.

This killing intent almost caused her to have a strong reaction. She even had an inexplicable enlightenment in her heart.

Jiang Fan didn't know what happened outside the field, nor did he know that a mysterious person had solved the crisis for him. He continued to climb up, and because of his skills, the others could only watch Jiang Fan climb higher and higher.

The little Saint King was almost going to collapse. Seeing Jiang Fan climbing higher and higher but the master under him seemed to be unable to see his expression, he was so angry that he wanted to curse.