The richest man in the magic city

The content of the game is exaggerated.

An 800-page book, the content of the book is all composed of an African script that is rarely used by people.

However, the two players have to remember the contents as much as possible within ten minutes.

And the unfamiliar words will increase the difficulty of their memory to the greatest extent.

The audience in the audience, seeing those African scripts like the scriptures on the big screen, only felt their heads big.

"Wow! This is too abnormal."

"What kind of text is this? It looks like a ghost drawing symbol. I don't know a word."

"Nima, I don't know a word, how do I remember this?"

When Fang Xiaoru and Liu Tian were sitting in various seats, Yang Xiaoyang said: "Please listen to my password, 3...2...1, the game begins!"

The ten-minute countdown started and the game officially kicked off.

Will Liu Tian, ​​the invincible great demon king, continue to maintain his undefeated myth?

As soon as the game started, the two picked up the book composed of African characters, and looked at it page by page.

On Liu Tian's side, he almost read a page with two eyes. His eyes are like a scanner, scanning the contents of the book into his brain page by page.

It seemed that the unfamiliar African script had no effect on him at all.

On the other side, Fang Xiaoru is even more exaggerated.

At any rate, Liu Tian had to look at each page, and it took a second before and after.

But Fang Xiaoru was different, he flipped the pages of the book quickly.

He does not read ten lines at a glance, nor does he read one page at a time.

But ten pages at a glance!

The pages of the book are overwhelming.

Tens of thousands of spectators at the scene were completely stunned.

One by one, they held their breath and watched this grand battle.

Time passed by one minute and one second, and when the match was five minutes, Fang Xiaoru had already put down the book in his hand, then looked at Yang Xiaoyang with a smile and said:

"Host, I have finished watching."

Yang Xiaoyang said with a shocked face: "Mr. Fang, you have read all of the 800-page book?"

Unbelievable was written on her face.

She reads a book with ten pages at a glance, which she has never seen before.

She didn't even believe that Fang Xiaoru could remember any content, after all, Fang Xiaoru turned the book too fast.

Fang Xiaoru nodded and said, "I'm finished."

Upon seeing this, Yang Xiaoyang had no choice but to say: "There are still five minutes to watch, Mr. Fang, please wait a moment."

The original ten-minute viewing time is already very few.

Not only Yang Xiaoyang, but also the sponsor, the jury and others, never thought that someone would finish reading an 800-page African book five minutes in advance.

This is too unbelievable.

Looking at the other side, Liu Tiancai can read less than one-third.

The audience at the scene and the audience in front of the screen, each with their eyes wide open, sighed strangely.

"Fang...Mr. Fang really finished watching?"

"How do I see him as if he was flipping through a book?"

"He turned the book too fast, it's impossible to remember anything at all."

"Even Fang Xiaoru can't be so against the sky, if he can remember the contents of the book, then I will broadcast it and delete it!"

On the stage, Liu Tian's forehead was already sweating.

On the one hand, because a large amount of memory consumed too much of his mind, on the other hand, because Fang Xiaoru had read the entire book half of the time in advance, he felt a sense of oppression.

Affected by Fang Xiaoru, his speed at reading books could not help speeding up.

"Ding!"

As the ten-minute countdown ended, Liu Tian put down and read about 650 pages of books.

At this moment, he was already sweating, and his short sleeves were soaked with sweat.

Due to a lot of exhaustion to remember more content, his face also turned pale, as if he was suffering from a serious illness.

He has never had a memory game of this scale.

In just ten minutes, I memorized 800 pages of books.

And the words on the books are still ancient African words.

The increased difficulty of this is no longer one point or two.

The superposition of all these conditions caused his energy and spirit to be greatly depleted.

Yang Xiaoyang stood in the center of the stage at the right time and said to the audience: "The ten-minute countdown has ended. Next, three live audiences will be randomly selected to write questions for the two contestants."

"Look at the big screen!"

On the screen, a string of numbers is scrolling.

It is the seat number at the Bird's Nest site.

After the numbers scrolled for a few seconds, Yang Xiaoyang shouted casually: "Stop!"

"Please ask the audience of 9 rows and 4 seats in G area to write questions for our contestants."

The audience at the 9th row and 4 seats in the G area is a cute-looking girl with a double ponytail.

Seeing that she had become this lucky audience, she stood up with joy and said excitedly:

"I'm sitting in 9 rows and 4 seats, then ask Fang Sum and the Demon King to tell us the contents of paragraph 4 on page 9."