Yang Jifan said: "Both parties have half an hour to submit answers, the more detailed the better."

Both sides began to write vigorously.

Soon, both sides finished writing their answers, put them into a document bag, and sent them out by the waiter for the boss to judge.

A man in a suit who looked like a professional elite walked in.

"Hello classmates, my name is Chen Feng and I am a lawyer. Now, I will announce the answers of both parties."

He turned on his computer to cast the screen.

On the big screen, the answers from both sides suddenly appeared.

Su Luo and others were about to cheer, but their smiles froze and they exclaimed.

"How is that possible? They actually recognized it too."

Mars said proudly: "I'm sorry, I, Mars, am a genius. There is no ancient writing in the world that I don't know. I have also worked hard on the tribal writing of your Dragon Kingdom."

His answer is exactly the same as here.

The same goes for the second one.

But in the third case, there were differences, and they were big differences.

Everyone looked at the answer above and there was an uproar.

Zhao Xin was so excited that he stood up on the spot and shouted loudly.

"Is there any mistake? How stupid is this to write such an answer?"

"Ancient magic needle? With such a thick needle, do you have the nerve to stab yourself?"

Ren Kuang's answer read shockingly: The Blue Falling Needle used by the witch doctor of the Xuanji Tribe.

Time, 500 BC.

The answer in the West is slightly different.

They believed that it was an instrument used by priests.

According to the text above, it should be a sacred object used to kill animals for sacrifice.

Poke it through the vital points of cattle and sheep, directly to the heart.

On the surface, their explanation seems more reasonable.

This thing can stab even a cow to death. It can't be a silver needle to cure diseases.

Yang Jifan and others were also secretly surprised.

Mars' understanding of Dragon Kingdom culture is indeed very deep.

Even small tribes like the Xuanji Sect, which disappeared in the long river of history, have also dabbled in it.

Zhao Xin and others were so angry that their faces were livid.

Any fool knows that this thing is so huge that it has nothing to do with needles.

The middle-aged man looked at Ren Kuang with a hint of excitement and respect in his eyes.

"I declare that the winner this time is the Zhonghai Archeology Department."

When these words were spoken, the whole place fell silent.

Everyone is a little unbelievable.

Immediately, everyone on the Zhonghai side felt a little feverish in their cheeks.

Western archaeologists, on the other hand, stood up in anger.

Marshall said solemnly: "This is too ridiculous. This is clearly intentional partiality. We don't accept it."

Ren Kuang chuckled and said, "Why, is this your Western gentlemanly behavior?"

Marshall said angrily: "Ren Kuang, you deliberately arranged this just to regain your position, right? But unfortunately, you underestimated our strength."

"To be so shameless now and call a deer a horse is simply ridiculous."

This guy even knows the idiom of referring to a deer as a horse, and he has indeed studied the culture of the Dragon Kingdom.

Chen Feng said: "You don't have to doubt that my boss is absolutely fair and impartial and will not favor anyone."

"Mr. Ren Kuang, could you please come on stage and explain why you are sure that these three treasures are the Biluo Divine Needle?"

Mars said with an ugly face: "What a magical blue needle, you are just playing the piano randomly. You are obviously afraid of losing and are deliberately taking sides."

Cook said: "We have also conducted in-depth research on the acupuncture culture in the ancient culture of the Dragon Kingdom. We have seen gold needles, silver needles, and even needles made of some special materials. However, this is the first time that such a thick needle has been used.

I heard.”

Ren Kuang said rudely: "That's because you are ignorant."

He stood up and strode to the podium.

Su Luo lowered his head and covered his face.

"It's over. This time I lost my shame and was sent abroad."

Tian Yuxin also said angrily: "Ren Kuang didn't let us see what he wrote in the end. It turned out to be this reason. Huh, if I had known how good it would be to write about hidden weapons."

Marshall said bitterly: "I want to see how you can prove that this is the so-called Biluo Magic Needle."

Everyone showed playful smiles.

Everyone, including those at Zhonghai University, took pleasure in the misfortune and wanted to see Ren Kuang make a fool of himself.

This guy's reputation in school is really bad.

However, the middle-aged man looked at Ren Kuang with eyes full of admiration and respect.

This is very abnormal.

Ren Kuang picked up a long bronze shuttle and glanced at the middle-aged man.

"There should be seven similar needles."

Chen Feng took a deep breath and said respectfully: "Mr. Ren is really amazing. Yes, there are indeed seven magic needles. They are a set."

"As long as Mr. Ren nods, the remaining four will be served soon."

Ren Kuang was startled: "What do you mean?"

"We have agreed before that whoever wins will get a prize. I think Mr. Ren will definitely choose this set of legendary magic weapons, right?"

Chen Feng smiled slightly and seemed extremely sure.

Marshall said angrily: "You guys are flirting with each other, obviously you have known each other for a long time."

"It's really disgusting to express yourself in this way."

Ren Kuang disagreed and tossed the bronze shuttle in his hand a few times, looking very casual.

"The archaeological community pays little attention to the Xuanji Sect, but as long as you are willing, it is not difficult to find relevant information."

"This tribe is extremely mysterious, and the things they master are far beyond their time."

"When it disappears, almost all traces are erased, leaving only some magical-looking legends."

"And the Biluo Divine Needle is one of them."

"Legend has it that a witch doctor once had an adventure, received a blessing from the gods, and received the Blue Falling Needle."

"The Biluo Magic Needle can cure colds in a small way, but can reverse life and death in a big way."

"There are very few records about this needle in the Xuanji Sect's documents, perhaps because this needle was lost in the hands of a generation of witch doctor Zhu Fei."

Ren Kuang talks eloquently, as if telling a legendary story.

Marshall sneered: "There is no relevant documentation anyway, so you can make it up as you like."

Mars said with a playful smile: "Ren Kuang, how on earth are you going to prove that this thing is a magic needle? Do you want to give yourself a needle?"

Everyone burst out laughing.

No matter where it is stuck, no one can withstand such a thick and long bronze shuttle.

"Look carefully, actually, what you see is not the real Blue Falling Needle."

"Xuanji Sect is good at the secret arts of organs, astronomy, geography, Yin and Yang Bagua, and is proficient in all of them."

"This magical needle has also been treated with precision."

Ren Kuang suddenly grabbed the bronze shuttle and was shocked.

Buzz!

In the void, there was a buzzing sound.

Everyone's eyes focused on the bronze shuttle, filled with shock.

I saw pieces of embroidery falling off the rusty bronze shuttle.

The strange vibrations are still continuing.
To be continued...