urban titan

The dog next to him saw Chen Dasheng, and was about to rush over to bite Chen Dasheng again. Chen Dasheng gave it a sharp look, and immediately frightened the local dog, with its tail between its legs, whimpering.

"Grandma, do you mean this one?" Chen Dasheng raised his head and asked the old lady standing not far away.

The old lady nodded and said directly, "If you can pull it out, I'll take it with you along with these two books."

"Pull it up?" Chen Dasheng was stunned for a moment, pointing to the stick, regardless of whether the old lady could see it, and said, "You want me to pull out this stick?"

"That's right." The old lady nodded.

Shen Mao was not happy when he heard it, "Grandma, don't embarrass brother Dasheng, isn't it just two books, is it necessary?"

The old lady's face was gloomy, she didn't speak, she just stared at Chen Dasheng silently with her terrifying eyes.

Chen Dasheng looked at Shen Mao, "Little cat, is this stick hard to pull out?"

Shen Mao shrugged and said, "Anyway, I can't pull it out. This stick was brought back by my grandfather. I don't know how heavy it is, but my grandma said that the car was crushed when it was brought back."

When Chen Dasheng heard this, he couldn't help but feel a little surprised, the car can be crushed, so what kind of car is that, a bicycle?

At this time, the old lady said, "This stick is less than two inches thick and six feet long. Kitten's grandfather once weighed it, and it weighs [-] catties!"

"Oh, so heavy?"

When Chen Dasheng heard it, he was startled immediately. It weighs nearly [-] catties. What kind of concept is that?Don't it mean that the old lady's dementia made her talk nonsense again?

"Little Cat's grandfather knew that the stick was a treasure, and wanted to bury it in the yard, but the stick hit the rock and couldn't be buried. The machine broke down and couldn't be pulled up, so he stayed here all the time." The old lady said. road.

A look of amazement appeared on Chen Dasheng's face when he heard the words. The conditions in those days were not as good as they are now. I don't know if there were any cranes or anything like that. Objects weighing tens of thousands of catties were of unknown origin. In what era were they placed? , that's no small job.

Shen Mao looked at Chen Dasheng with a wry smile on his face. It weighed tens of thousands of catties. Although he was a ninth-level martial artist, he had at most a thousand catties of strength. Compared with tens of thousands of catties, the strength of a thousand catties is only a fraction at most. Although Chen Dasheng is stronger than him, can he be so ridiculously strong?

In Shen Mao's view, his grandma was deliberately embarrassing Chen Dasheng, making it clear that she didn't want to give those two books to Chen Dasheng.

Chen Dasheng looked down at the iron rod with only a small half exposed, and he couldn't help feeling a little suspicious in his heart. This stick is so thin, how can it be so heavy?

"How is it? Can you pull it out?" The old lady listened to Chen Dasheng and asked.

"Uh, I haven't started pulling it yet, so I'll give it a try right away." Chen Dasheng rubbed his hands together, grasping the blackened iron rod covered with rust.

"Hey!"

Chen Dasheng let out a low voice, and didn't use much force, only a few thousand catties at most, because he was afraid that if the stick wasn't as heavy as the old lady said, it would be bad if he used too much force to show his waist.

Nothing moved!

The iron rod seemed to grow in the ground, Chen Dasheng used several thousand catties of force, not to mention pulling it up, even if he moved it, he didn't even make a move.

"How is it? Did you pull it up?" the old lady asked.

Chen Dasheng smiled awkwardly, clapped his hands, and said, "I just practiced my hands, I'll try again."

Now Chen Dasheng believed the old lady's words, this stick does have some weight, if it really weighed [-] catties, he might not be able to handle it today.

After hearing what Chen Dasheng said, the old lady didn't say anything. She just stood with Shen Mao and waited quietly.

Chen Dasheng spit some saliva into the palms of his hands, moistened them, took a horse stance, held the top of the stick again, mobilized all the internal energy in his body, every muscle and bone was crackling, It sounds very intimidating.

"what!"

Chen Dasheng roared violently, exerting all his strength, grabbed the stick, and pulled it up desperately, the blood vessels in his body burst out, and the veins swelled up high, looking up at the sky, the expression on his face was overwhelmed. It became very ferocious due to the force.

The physical strength of the two sects, together with the assistance of internal strength, has the strength of three sects, which is [-] catties. The stick weighs nearly [-] catties, and it is still stuck on the ground. There is no strength of [-] to [-] catties. Don't even try to pull it out. .

Chen Dasheng almost used all his strength to pull the stick out, and it only loosened the dirt and stone slabs around the stick, but he almost didn't even think about pulling the stick up.

Sweating all over, Chen Dasheng had no choice but to give up. From this point of view, unless he used his giant body, it might be possible, otherwise he would definitely not be able to do it with his current strength.

The old lady is blind, but it's a good thing to say, Shen Mao is a discerning person, Chen Dasheng obviously can't use the giant body in front of him, and the rooms here are generally low, if you show the giant body, it is easy to be spotted , and inevitably caused a burst of panic.

"Is it still okay?" The old lady asked indifferently.

But Shen Mao who was next to him was already dumbfounded. Although Chen Dasheng didn't pull up the stick just now, the stick actually moved. The power was absolutely unimaginable to him.

"It's very heavy and I can't pull it up."

Chen Dasheng wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, shook his head, looking a little disappointed, put his hands in front of his eyes, his palms were covered with rust, and the skin had worn away, the iron rod was too heavy.

A trace of disappointment flashed across the old lady's face, she immediately waved her hand and said, "Since I can't pull it out, I can't help it, so let's go!"

Chen Dasheng looked at the two ancient books in the hands of the old lady, feeling extremely unwilling, and looked down at the iron rod. It must not be an ordinary thing. It is not his style to just miss it.

"Uh, grandma, this stick is really heavy. I can't pull it out now, but if you give me a little time, at most a month, I will be able to pull it out." Chen Dasheng said to the old lady.

Hearing this, the old lady said indifferently, "It doesn't matter if it's one month or two months, whenever you can pull it up, just come when you can. I'll put these two books here first."

With that said, the old lady turned around on her own, and walked towards the house hobblingly with a cane on her hands.

"Brother Dasheng, don't mind. My grandma has such a personality. Even I can't figure out her temper. When I find a chance, I will steal those two books for you." Seeing the old lady enter the house, Shen Mao stepped forward and said to Chen Dasheng.

Chen Dasheng shook his head and smiled when he heard the words, "No need, a man. Once a word is said, it's hard to follow. You can't steal it. Since I promised your grandma, I will definitely do it."

"Uh, okay!"

Seeing Chen Dasheng's confident expression, Shen Mao didn't know what to say, but it weighed nearly [-] catties, how could a person's strength be so terrifying?

The old lady didn't know if she was really demented. From the moment she entered the door, Shen Mao's grandma gave him a strange feeling. Sometimes she spoke in a rambling way, but sometimes she was very clear, giving Chen Dasheng a feeling that she was A sense of doing things with purpose.

"Okay, it's getting late, I'll go back first, your grandma is getting old, please spend time with her!" Chen Dasheng said to Shen Mao, before turning around and leaving.

Shen Mao stood in the yard for a while, then turned and entered the house.

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In the room.

"Grandma, why are you treating Brother Dasheng like that?" Shen Mao seemed resentful, he finally brought a friend home, but let his grandma do this to him, which made him feel very shameless.

Shen Mao's grandmother is named Zhang Shufen. Under the influence of Shen Mao, she has always been a very conservative and feudal old lady. According to neighbors, her grandmother used to have a good temper, but after the death of his parents, her surname changed. Changed, became moody, but Shen Mao could not confirm this, because in his memory, Zhang Shufen had always looked like this. (To be continued.)