The richest man in the magic city

Hearing the audience's request to speak out, Liu Tian's face couldn't help but twitch.

speak out?How do you say in African?

If you don’t know each other, it’s pretty good if you can write it down. Still have to say it?Who can do this Nima!

But he also knew that the audience was too excited to use the word "say".

In fact, this game only requires writing down with a pen, after all, it is not the test of language ability.

He leaned over on the table, picked up a pen, and wrote a lot of tadpole-like text on the paper.

Liu Tian wrote very smoothly, as if he had already remembered these things in his heart.

In just a few tens of seconds, a large section of African script was written.

This is like the text of the heavenly script, which caught the audience at the scene in a daze.

Immediately there was warm applause.

Putting the pen down, Liu Tian stood up proudly and said, "Host, I have finished answering the question."

The host Yang Xiaoyang was also shocked by Liu Tian's ability. Such memory is really horrible, and even African characters can be written down.

"Liu Tianzhen deserves the title of the Great Demon King, and he wrote the answer without thinking. Let's see how Mr. Fang is going."

Yang Xiaoyang turned his head, but saw Fang Xiaoru still standing in place with a smile on his face. He had no intention of writing at all.

This...Is it not memorized?

The audience in the audience couldn't help but feel a little worried.

"President Fang didn't respond at all, he really didn't remember it, did he?"

"Looking at the speed at which Mr. Fang turned the book before, you know it's unlikely to remember."

"It's over, Fang always has to break his halberd."

"After all, it is African writing, which obviously increases the difficulty of memorizing. Fang Zongyi introduced a legendary businessman from across the field. It is already remarkable to be able to defeat Li Wei, the eye of ghosts and Li Yue, the queen of mental arithmetic one after another."

"Hey, it seems that it really is going to end here. After all, miracles cannot always happen to Fang Zong."

Seeing that Fang Xiaoru had no idea of ​​writing, Yang Xiaoyang couldn't help but said: "Mr. Fang, please write down the text in paragraph 4 on page 9."

Fang Xiaoru shook his head and said, "Since the audience just asked us to say that passage, then I will meet her request."

Immediately afterwards, among the horrified gazes of everyone on the scene, Fang Xiaoru opened his mouth and said a large section of language that everyone could not understand.

This language is not Chinese, not English, not Russian, not Japanese, not Korean, but a language that no one has ever heard.

When Fang Xiaoru had finished speaking, the faces of the people at the scene still kept a dazed look.

After a long time, the audience exclaimed.

"Wow, what language is this, alien? I can't understand a word."

"Oh, paralysis, isn't this the correct pronunciation of those African characters?"

"I don't know how to be strong, although I don't understand, but I feel very good."

"However, what Mr. Fang said just now is really the correct answer?"

It's not only the audience in the audience who have such doubts, but the host Yang Xiaoyang and the players also have the same idea.

In the player rest area, Zhang Tao widened his eyes and asked Li Yue next to him:

"How can I feel that what he just said is the African script?"

Li Yue looked at Fang Xiaoru's figure, her beautiful eyes flashed, ignoring Zhang Tao, but muttering to herself: "He is even such a remote African city, what else in this world he can't do?"

In the center of the stage, Yang Xiaoyang asked with an incredible face: "Mr. Fang, you...Is that African text you just said?"

Fang Xiaoru smiled and said, "Yes, that's the writing of a small country in northern Africa."

At this time, in the judges' bench, an elderly man in his seventies stood up.

He clapped vigorously with both hands, looked at Fang Xiaoru with admiration, and said:

"People in the world say that Fang Xiaoru is a legendary figure of a generation.

I came up with this topic, and the words in that book are exactly the words used in a small country in northern Africa.

Because it contains some kind of rare substance, I have studied the writing of that country for ten years.

What Mr. Fang just said is exactly the same as the content in paragraph 4 on page 9, and the pronunciation is very standard, even more standard than mine."

Immediately afterwards, the seventy-something judge opened his mouth and uttered a large amount of unintelligible language.

And what he said was exactly the same as Fang Xiaoru said before.

Up to now, the audience still didn't understand that Fang Xiaoru learned everything. Not only did he memorize that paragraph, but he also read it directly with standard pronunciation.

In an instant, there was an unprecedented cheering on the scene.

The audience seemed to be climaxing, shouting crazy there.

"666, this Nima is too bad."

"Nima, this big reversal really snapped my waist. President Fang can even speak African languages."

"African can also be spoken? I lost! I shouldn't question Fang's ability."

"The brother who said just now that he will be chopped off live, don't leave."