indianbanksassociation Chapter 127 Clean and Hygienic! Yu Ding: Where's the god? Isn't this about to be pooped on
Chapter 127 Clean and Hygienic! Yu Ding: Where's the god? Isn't this about to be pooped on
Looking at Yang Jiao and Yang Jian, who were holding the magic weapon, their faces were full of resistance.
Master Yu Ding was so anxious that he kept rubbing his hands together.
"My disciples, don't just stand there!"
"Quickly, test the power of this magic weapon!"
"You two brothers, practice on yourselves and let your master see the results!"
Yang Jiao was, after all, a hot-blooded young man who cared about his reputation.
He glanced down at the greasy rice bowl.
He swallowed hard, then said with a troubled expression.
"Master... let's put aside whether this magic weapon is powerful or not."
"But isn't the way it's used a bit...unnecessary?"
"If word gets out, how will my brother and I ever be able to stand up in this prehistoric world again?"
"We dare not use it!"
Upon hearing this, Master Yuding immediately put on a stern face and put his hands behind his back.
He adopted the air of a wise and enlightened master.
He solemnly launched into sophistry.
"Foolish disciple, your understanding is still too low!"
"You must remember the truth that I taught you today."
"If one person dies, that's a real death."
"But if everyone's deadbeat, what's the point of having any shame?!"
"In this perilous prehistoric world, is face more important, or strength?"
"You're dead, who are you going to show your face to?!"
After listening to these impassioned words, Yang Jian and Yang Jiao exchanged a glance.
I have a feeling that there is a big logical flaw in what Master said.
But upon closer examination... it's really hard to find any fault with it!
Zhao Gongming, standing to the side, happily joined in, offering his full support.
"That's right, Senior Brother Yu Ding is absolutely right!"
"You have no idea how miserable your Master Cihang was back then!"
"Dancing in public while wearing a pink dress!"
"How pitiful is your Uncle-Master Dingguang, wearing headphones and swaying his hips!"
"Even Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi of the Demon Court."
"And the ancestral witch Dijiang of the witch clan also uses this kind of abstract magical artifact!"
"Besides, they're all enjoying themselves now, and they don't feel uncomfortable for a single day!"
I heard that even those legendary quasi-saints and powerful beings are using it.
The resistance in Yang Jian and Yang Jiao's hearts immediately dissipated considerably.
Yang Jian blinked his curious big eyes.
He turned to look at Master Yuding and asked innocently.
"Master, since everyone is using it..."
"So what is your magic weapon?"
"It must be incredibly majestic and imposing, right?"
Upon hearing this, Master Yuding's old face instantly turned bright red, the redness extending all the way to the roots of his neck.
He instantly imagined himself as a six or seven-year-old boy.
A desperate scene where a child's tender voice shouts, "Even a little one is cute!"
"Cough cough cough!!"
Master Yu Ding coughed violently.
Enraged, he flung his sleeve and shouted a reprimand.
"Why all this nonsense?!"
"How could you possibly fathom the secrets of my teachings?"
"Hurry up, immediately, right now!"
"Let's try sparring with magical artifacts!"
"If you dawdle any longer, I'll punish you by making you copy the Huang Ting Jing ten thousand times!"
Seeing that their master was angry, Yang Jiao and Yang Jian dared not ask any more questions.
They had no choice but to grit their teeth and walk to the center of the courtyard, where they stood facing each other.
"Second brother, I'm sorry to offend you!"
Yang Jiao took a deep breath and steeled his resolve.
They first brought out that greasy, clean, and hygienic rice bowl.
hum!
The fluctuations of the laws descended.
Yang Jiao suppressed his shame and held the rice bowl.
He roared with a tone of fearlessness, as if facing certain death.
"Clean and hygienic, guys, but it's a little smelly!"
Swish!
As the incantation was finished, an indescribable lump appeared out of thin air in the rice bowl.
Mysterious food that emits an eerie smell.
Furthermore, the lump of food instantly split in two.
A piece of food was forcibly stuffed into Yang Jiao's mouth.
The other one ignores spatial distance.
It was shoved directly into Yang Jian's mouth!
"Hmm!"
Both of them widened their eyes simultaneously.
Forced to swallow this Ganges River specialty.
The next second, gurgle gurgle...
A thunderous churning sound came from his stomach.
It came out from both brothers' stomachs at the same time.
"hiss!"
Yang Jiao and Yang Jian's faces turned deathly pale instantly.
Large beads of cold sweat poured out of his forehead.
A wave of overwhelming diarrhea surged straight to the top of my head!
A horrific scene unfolded in the courtyard.
The two brothers stood facing each other, their legs trembling violently.
His knees were bent inwards, and he was clutching his stomach tightly with both hands.
Their eyes clashed fiercely in the air, sparks flying!
That wasn't a contest of magical power, but the ultimate battle of pure willpower and sphincter endurance!
"Second brother, just admit defeat, I can't hold it in any longer..."
Yang Jiao gritted his teeth, his voice trembling.
"Big brother, I can still do it, I will never give up..."
Yang Jian's veins bulged all over his body as he stubbornly held on.
Watching these two brothers struggle so desperately to avoid soiling their pants was quite a sight.
Zhao Gongming, who was standing to the side, laughed so hard he bent over.
He slapped his thigh and laughed heartily.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"This magic weapon is amazing, absolutely amazing!"
Master Yu Ding looked at the twisted expressions on his disciples' faces.
He frowned in surprise and turned to look at Zhao Gongming.
"Junior brother, I think this magic weapon is malfunctioning! Where's the magic power?"
Zhao Gongming calmly waved his hand.
He responded jokingly, with a slight Sichuan-Chongqing accent.
"Senior brother, you don't understand."
"As long as God is here, God is there!"
"How can you call this diarrhea?"
Upon hearing this, Master Yuding became anxious.
He pointed directly at his two disciples in the arena, whose faces had turned from deathly pale to purplish-red, and loudly complained.
"Look at their expressions!"
"These two are practically lying on the ground, can't you see?!"
Zhao Gongming: "..."
What a clever double entendre!
Just then, the young Yang Jian finally succumbed to the incredible torment his stomach and intestines were experiencing.
He felt his defenses were about to completely collapse.
If I keep holding it in any longer, I'm going to explode in public!
"I give up!"
Yang Jian suddenly raised one hand and cried out in a sobbing voice.
"Brother, I give up, I really give up!"
"Quickly, deactivate the magic weapon! It's about to come out!"
Yang Jiao felt as if he had been granted a pardon and quickly made a mental movement.
He put the clean and hygienic food bowl back into his body.
The moment the magic item's effect is removed.
The regulatory force that had been blocking the sphincter muscles also dissipated.
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
There wasn't even time to say a single unnecessary word.
The two brothers, Yang Jiao and Yang Jian, covered their buttocks tightly with their hands and squeezed their legs together.
With a terrifying speed that surpassed even the limits of celestial beings.
Without hesitation, they ran wildly into the deep mountains and forests!
That figure was filled with urgency and despair.
……
A full half hour passed.
The two brothers supported each other, their legs trembling.
He walked back from the deep mountains with a pale and weak expression.
Although he looked completely exhausted.
But their eyes were filled with undisguised shock.
"This magical artifact... is truly amazing!"
Yang Jiao sighed with lingering fear.
"That kind of torment that strikes straight to the soul."
"Even a Great Immortal would have to admit defeat!"
Hearing his older brother's praise.
Yang Jian's gaze instantly fell on the chipped beggar's bowl in his hand.
His originally shattered Dao heart.
At this moment, it miraculously reassembled.
It even ignited a fierce flame of anticipation!
"Even my older brother's rice bowl is this terrifying..."
"Then my magic weapon must be just as powerful as my elder brother's!"
Yang Jian gripped the broken bowl tightly, his eyes gleaming with eager anticipation, and announced loudly.
"I have to give it a try too!"
"Big brother, it's your turn to take my punch this time!"