Urban Super Live

As soon as Yang Shuhe said this, everyone shut their mouths and retreated silently. Some people still reluctantly took pictures with their mobile phones.

Liu Shiran secretly ran to He Miao's side, lowered his head and asked in a low voice, "Can you still record the show?"

He Miao nodded and said, "No problem, I believe they won't disturb the order too much."

So although there was a little accident on the show, under the control of He Miao, the scene soon became quiet.

And the first task given to He Miao by the director team was to find someone to wrestle their arms. As long as they could challenge five people in a row, they would win and move on to the next task.

He Miao sat down in front of a table, and he said to the crowd: "Are any of you strong? Go ahead."

A muscular muscular man squeezed out from the crowd.

Standing in front of He Miao gave him an invisible sense of oppression.

He Miao nodded in satisfaction and said, "Young man, you are very courageous!"

The strong man said: "He Miao Da, I have heard that you are very strong. I have won the national arm wrestling championship for ten years, and I have never failed. I wonder if you can break my record today!"

The two stretched out their hands and began to compete.

The grass seedlings on one side were calm and the wind was breezy, while the strong man on the other side was already in a cold sweat, and his clothes were soaked with sweat.

Everyone was shocked to see the scene in front of them. I heard correctly just now. This strong man said that he is the national arm wrestling champion. But when facing He Miao, how could this champion be like a primary school student meeting an adult?

So vulnerable?

"I'm going to exert my strength!" He Miao raised her eyebrows lightly.

It only took a second for the strong man's hand to hit the table, and he was defeated.

He stood up and said respectfully: "Da He Miao, you are too good, I admit defeat, if you go to the arm wrestling competition, you will definitely win the world championship!"

He Miao waved her hand and said, "I don't care!"

"Anyone else?" He Miao looked at the crowd.

A fat man with a height of two meters and a weight of three hundred catties stepped out from the crowd. He said in a deep voice, "I was the weightlifting champion in last year's national competition. The person you lost just now is my apprentice!"

"Oh?" Yang Shuhe looked at him with a little interest and said, "Since the apprentice lost, let me see how much the master has, shall we?"

He Miao's tone made the fat man a little unconvinced, and he immediately sat opposite He Miao and stretched out his hand.

Two seconds, just a brief two seconds, this enlarged version of the strong man also lost.

He stared at He Miao in disbelief, he never thought that he would lose so simply!

"I'm convinced!" The fat man bowed, his tone still modest.

After a while, He Miao challenged five people. Except for No.1 who persisted for half a minute, everyone else finished it within two seconds.

Liu Shiran was a little dumbfounded by Yang Shuhe's efficiency. She knew that He Miao was very strong, but she couldn't have imagined that He Miao was so ridiculously strong.

"What?: Big beauty, are you dumbfounded?" Yang Shuhe was very funny when he saw Liu Shiran's shocked expression.

He pinched Liu Shiran's nose and said, "This is a routine operation, don't be surprised!"

It would be a lie if Liu Shiran was not surprised. Anyone would be shocked to see Yang Shuhe's operation like this. This is simply not something a mortal can do.

So many muscular and strong men all fell in front of Yang Shuhe. Some of them won the national championship and some won the world championship, but in front of Yang Shuhe, it was as if a small insignificant saw a big witch, vulnerable.

"Well, you have completed the mission, now you can go to the next mission point!" Liu Shiran took out a mission card from his pocket and handed it to Yang Shuhe, and walked in front.

And the task of the next level is to run to the playground to complete the task of cutting fruit crazily.

This task made Yang Shuhe a little funny, cutting fruit, what kind of trick is this?

When he arrived at the playground, Yang Shuhe saw a lot of facilities, most of which were for children to play.

In front of a held TV, Liu Shiran stopped in his tracks.

Liu Shiran pointed to the TV and said to Yang Shuhe: "This is the task of this level. You need to control this somatosensory handle and finish cutting the watermelon!"

Yang Shuhe took the somatosensory handle from Liu Shiran and held it in his hand.

The current score is zero, and the counting has not yet started.

As soon as the people around saw Yang Shuhe, they all gathered together. They also wanted to see what this legendary star looked like.

Yang Shuhe slid his arm lightly, and the watermelon on the screen was cut in half by him.

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He lowered his head and muttered, "It's quite easy to control!"

As the movements in his hands increased, the number of watermelons and other fruits gradually increased.

In the end, the screen is full of fruit.

The audience below were all amazed and horrified, it was simply too scary!

"How can there be such a difficult game?"

"I think He Miao might lose this time!"

"Look at his points, they've already reached [-] points!"

"By the way, what's the highest score?:"