Dongdongdongdongdong.

The fat monk picked up the kitchen knife and started cutting the shredded potatoes. He saw that he was skillful in movement. In less than a minute, he cut the whole potatoes.

After cutting the potatoes, the fat monk rubbed the kitchen knife as if showing off, and hummed disdainfully: "Boy, it's your turn."

Indeed, the fat monk's knife skills are really unspeakable, and the cut potato shreds are as thin as needles.

Xia Qianhan, who was watching from the side, covered her mouth in surprise and said incredible: "This... how is this possible? How could it be so thin? And it hasn't been broken yet, it's so amazing."

"Oh, forget it, Tang Long, being able to become sworn brothers with these two masters is also a blessing you have cultivated for several lifetimes. Being a third brother is also good." At this time, Xia Bingyao walked forward and patted Tang Long's shoulder with comfort.

The skinny monk Kongzhi turned the Buddhist beads and smiled: "This female donor is right, donor Tang, what do you think?"

"Hmph, boy, weren't you very arrogant just now?"

The fat monk held his arms and said angrily: "If you have any kind of slicing it, do you cut it? I don't believe you can cut out the thinner potato shreds than Lord Buddha."

Tang Long held a cigarette in the corner of his mouth and smiled lazyly, "Haha, how can you know if you don't try?"

"Tsk, is it not obvious? You still have to try it?" said the fat monk disdainfully.

Tang Long did not speak, but took out a black cloth strip prepared in advance and blindfolded his eyes.

"No? What does my brother-in-law want to do? He doesn't want to cut shredded potatoes with his eyes blindfolded, right?" Xia Bingyao's mouth opened like a duck egg, looking at Tang Long with admiration.

Xia Bingyao frowned. This guy never did something unsure? Since he dared to cut shredded potatoes with his eyes blindfolded, it means he was fully confident.

The fat monk held his arms and said sarcastically: "Tsk tsk, boy, be careful to cut your fingers into shredded potatoes."

Tang Long did not speak, but turned the kitchen knife so violently that it turned into a kitchen knife. The kitchen knife was spinning tightly against Tang Long's palm, and it was extremely fast.

hiss.

The skinny monk was so shocked that he took a breath of air conditioning. It seemed that this kid was trying to do something.

Even the fat monk was stunned and rubbed his eyes incredibly. When he opened his eyes and looked, he found that Tang Long had already started cutting potatoes. He cut the knife very quickly, and he could only hear the sound of 'dongdongdong' cutting vegetables.

Tangtang applauded happily: "Okay, dad is so great."

Xia Qianhan exclaimed: "This...this is too fast, right? Can you cut so quickly even if you blindfold your eyes?"

Soon, Tang Long cut the whole potatoes, and spread them on the plate like hair. The fat monk's chin fell off and kept saying "Impossible".

Fat monk is still very confident about knife skills.

But after seeing Tang Long's sword skills, the fat monk felt ashamed of himself, and the gap was too big.

The thin monk Kong Zhi said in surprise: "Thank you, Tang, is really rare in the world. You can cut out potato shreds like hair. I am willing to accept the loss."

"I would have known it would have been better than sliced. In fact, the best thing about me is not shredding, but sliced." Although I lost, the fat monk was still a little unwilling to accept it and looked at Tang Long with a provocative look.

Tang Long grinned and said, "Third brother, you are really unlucky. What I am most not good at is slices."

brush.

As he said that, Tang Long threw a potato into the air, then waved his kitchen knife and cut it.

"Ding, the activation of the God of Food skill can allow the host to have the sword technique like a slasher of a ox."

Brush and brush, and cut it with one knife. Every time the kitchen knife is chopped, a thin piece of potato shreds will fall.

Soon, the sky was filled with potatoes, just like the heavy snow of goose feathers in winter.

After cutting the slices, the kitchen knife rotated dozens of times in Tang Long's palm before it pierced into the chopping board.

"This... how is this possible?" Xia Qianhan picked up a piece of potato and shone it in the sun. Even the patterns inside the potato slices could be seen, which shows how thin it was.

Tag.

Tang Long smoked a cigarette and said with a look of hatred: "Oh, I haven't practiced for a few days, and this knife skills are a bit unfamiliar."

puff.

The fat monk Kong Yu almost vomited blood. He deliberately said that this kid was definitely intentional. What's wrong with being unfamiliar? Have you ever seen someone with unfamiliar knife skills able to cut such thin potato chips?

"Third brother, it's your turn, please." Tang Long pointed to the kitchen knife on the chopping board and said with a wink.

The fat monk Kong Yu was so angry that he gritted his teeth and said in secret: "Master Buddha, I am willing to accept the loss. You will be my eldest brother in the future."

Tang Long grinned and said, "Haha, third brother, don't force it."

The fat monk Kong Yu snorted lightly and said, "What's so proud of? You just beat me. Is there a way to compare calligraphy with your senior brother? Let me tell you the truth. My senior brother is a thousand gold medal. He is best at cursive script, especially when imitating the cursive saint Zhang Xu. A pilgrim once wanted to pay 10 million to buy the "Stummy Pain Tips" copied by my senior brother, but my senior brother refused."

The skinny monk Kongzhi complained: "Junior brother, isn't this difficult for Donor Tang? I heard that Donor Tang went to join the army after graduating from high school, so how can I have time to practice calligraphy? Winning is also a win without any force."

"What a pity, why did I forget this?" Fat monk Kong Yu touched his bald head and said with a pout.

Competing calligraphy?

Tang Long narrowed his eyes. It seemed that he could torture the thin monk again. Otherwise, even if he became the eldest brother, the fat thin monk would not be convinced.

Fortunately, Tang Long obtained the skill of Craftsmanship, which was the true teaching of the Cursive Saint Zhang Xu.

After being aroused by the skinny monk, Tang Long clapped his hands and said, "Okay, let's try cursive script. It seems that if I, Tang Long, don't take some real skills, you two won't be convinced."

The thin monk Kong Zhi said in surprise: "Donor Tang, what did you say?"

Tang Long ordered: "Qianhan, go get the four treasures of the study."

"Brother-in-law, it's almost enough. You graduated from high school and probably don't even write my calligraphy well. You still want to compete with Master Kongzhi. Isn't that asking for abuse?" Xia Qianhan said with a desperate wink.

Xia Bingyao also advised, "Yes, Tang Long, what are you comparing with Master Kongzhi? He has been a model of Zhang Xu's stomachache since he was a child. Wouldn't you compare him to seek abuse?"

"Hehe, in order to make you a sister-in-law, I'll fight for the old man!" Tang Long grinned.

Xia Bingyao blushed and said, "Who...who cares about my sister-in-law's false reputation."

Tangtang covered her mouth and laughed: "Hehe, I didn't expect that my mother would blush."

"You little girl, even your mother dares to make fun of you." Xia Bingyao's face turned red and she gently pulled Tangtang's ears.

Soon, Xia Bingyao took out the four treasures of the study.

The skinny monk Kongzhi picked up the brush, picked up the wide sleeve in his left hand, dipped it ink, and began to write on rice paper.

Brush brush.

The thin monk Kong Zhi wrote freely and casually, and his movements were flowing. Soon, thirty words appeared on the paper, and finally signed the name in the lower left corner of the rice paper.
Chapter completed!