I am a teacher in heaven

Chapter 302 This sweet-scented osmanthus tree cannot be cut down
Wu Gang was lying on the bluestone slab, and heard Chang'e take out the Dali Talisman to Qin Lang.

He couldn't help but open his eyelids and take a look.

to be frank.

He knows that there is a big difference between the earth and heaven.

Although the Heavenly Court has immortal arts, the high-tech gadgets in the mortal world of the earth are really not bad.

Among them are atomic bombs, hydrogen bombs, aircraft carriers...

Even Daluo Jinxian wouldn't dare to say that he was free and fearless with these things.

If Qin Lang really accepted Chang'e's powerful talisman, and really picked up that iron bump, he would still be nervous for a while.

After all, that huge iron lump was much bigger than my Xuanhua axe, what if it could really be cut off?
But Qin Lang refused.

Wu Gang immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Chang'e opened her mouth, wanting to persuade Qin Lang again.

But Qin Lang didn't look at him at all.

Qin Lang walked directly to the huge iron lump, then climbed up along the shelf next to the iron lump.

I see.

Qin Lang's hand touched one of the iron bumps inlaid with transparent crystals, similar to the side of the small door, and he just pulled it.

It actually opened a door directly.

Qin Lang chuckled, looked at Chang'e, and then at Wu Gang.

"You two, be careful, and watch how I cut down this sweet-scented osmanthus tree!"

Qin Lang finished speaking and suddenly pressed the start button.

Unfortunately, motionless.

After Wu Gang heard Qin Lang's voice, he hurriedly got up to watch, but he didn't see anything.

Laughing snot bubbles are about to come out.

"Brother Qin, how about this... for the sake of making fun of you so hard, you bow your head and say I lost, I was wrong, I'll still teach you the method of enlightenment of the underworld, how about it? "

Wu Gang was holding the Xuanhua axe, smiling all over his face.

Originally, he also thought that Qin Lang really brought some high-tech, and he was quite nervous.

But from this point of view, no matter what high technology, it can't be moved.

Chang'e also wanted to laugh, but when she thought about it, as the monitor of Tianting's student class, she had to count on Qin Lang's mercy in the final exam.

It was abruptly held back.

Qin Lang was embarrassed.

"Sorry, I forgot to refuel!"

Qin Lang jumped down from the iron lump, then took out a large iron bucket from the black ring, and poured the pungent-smelling liquid into the iron lump.

Wu Gang shook his head, "That's it?"

Although Chang'e had attended classes in the Heavenly Court, the content she knew was not so detailed.

Therefore, she didn't speak, but just stared blankly.

After doing this, Qin Lang climbed into the iron lump again and pressed the start button.

"Boom!"

A loud bang exploded.

The original iron lump actually came alive, making a deafening roar.

Wu Gang was stunned.

This big guy can really move!
Qin Lang sat in the iron lump, grinning and said, "Wu Gang, wait until your round eyes see clearly, my logging machine is about to start working!"

The voice fell.

Qin Lang quickly manipulated the operating linkage of the woodcutter.

From the front end of the iron-bump-like wood cutting machine, two huge iron claws stretched out directly and penetrated deeply into the trunk of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, fixing it.

Because the sweet-scented osmanthus tree is too thick and there are no such big trees on earth, Qin Lang’s wood cutting machine was specially modified and customized by someone.

Although it cost hundreds of millions, Qin Lang didn't feel bad at all.

To him now, money is nothing more than a string of numbers.

As long as he wants to, he can make a fortune anytime, anywhere.

Compared with Mingwen's method of understanding and deducing, these small sums of money are naturally not worth mentioning.

"Boom!"

"Zi la la!"

Qin Lang quickly manipulated the logging machine and fixed it on the trunk of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree.

From the front of the logging machine, there are two huge gears sticking out.

In the middle of the two gears, there is a special sawtooth bar made of aviation materials.

When I saw it for the first time, the jagged bar exuded a cold light.

Wu Gang, who was sitting on the bluestone slab, couldn't bear it any longer.

He stood up instantly.

Although he didn't speak, his hands were firmly grasping the handle of the Xuanhua axe, and his arms were covered with blue veins.

Obviously, his heart was also very nervous.

"start!"

Following Qin Lang's loud shout.

He pressed the red button in front of him.

Suddenly, the two gigantic gears protruding from the front of the logging machine began to rotate at high speed, and the special saw blade in the middle also made piercing roars.

Chang'e and Wu Gang, see soon.

The high-speed saw blade slowly approached the sweet-scented osmanthus tree.

"Squeak - squeak!"

The saw blade rubbed against the bark of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, making a harsh sound, and the sawdust flew away like snowflakes.

Chang'e and Wu Gang both stared at the wound pulled out by the saw blade with wide eyes.

They all know.

Use an ax to chop it. Even if the ax goes down, the sweet-scented osmanthus tree will be damaged.

But as long as the ax leaves the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, the wound will heal immediately.

Now, is this saw blade the same?

Time passed by minute by minute.

With full horsepower, the saw blade running at high speed has been deeply embedded in the sweet-scented osmanthus tree to a depth of more than ten centimeters.

Moreover, this depth is still advancing steadily at an extremely slow speed.

There is more and more sawdust on the ground, and it has piled up into hills.

Chang'e was stunned.

Wu Gang was also dumbfounded.

Why, the wound of this sweet-scented osmanthus tree does not heal now?
"I see!"

Chang'e suddenly shouted, "I know!"

She looked at Wu Gang and said, "Use the ax to chop, and then the ax leaves, and the osmanthus tree will heal. As long as the tools you use don't leave the osmanthus tree, it won't heal!"

It seems to be to verify Chang'e's guess.

Wu Gang walked over quickly.

Picking up the Xuanhua ax in his hand, he slashed at the sweet-scented osmanthus tree.

Immediately, a gap the size of a millstone appeared.

But when he took the ax away, the gap healed quickly.

Wu Gang frowned.

There is nothing wrong with the osmanthus tree, and it can still heal.

Subsequently.

He chopped it down again with an axe.

Only this time, his ax didn't move away in a hurry.

Instead, it just stopped.

same.

The wound on the sweet-scented osmanthus tree has not healed either.

but.

What Wu Gang used was an axe. If he didn't pull it out and swung it round again, he couldn't make the next step.

So, in the end, Wu Gang had no choice but to give up, walked to the side again, and watched Qin Lang operate.

Time flies.

After Qin Lang added oil to the logging machine a few times, the sweet-scented osmanthus tree was cut off by half.

Wu Gang stood aside with an expressionless face, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

Chang'e was tired of watching, so she turned around and went back to Guanghan Palace, and brought some fruits to Qin Lang.

Qin Lang naturally began to eat unceremoniously.

at last!

With a loud bang it exploded.

The thick sweet-scented osmanthus tree broke at the sound, and fell forward with a bang.

The tall branches are rolling towards the ground like this.

Countless sweet-scented osmanthus fell like dense raindrops.

Osmanthus rain falls.

Qin Lang jumped off the logging machine, clapped his hands, and walked towards Wu Gang with a smile on his face.

"How about it, I said I can cut down this sweet-scented osmanthus tree..."

Qin Lang hasn't finished speaking yet.

Suddenly.

Above the Moon Palace, a thunder suddenly flashed.

Subsequently.

In Qin Lang's horrified eyes.

The silver-purple, curved thunder fell instantly, enveloping Wu Gang in it.

The blazing electric light flickered, making it almost impossible for Qin Lang to open his eyes.

All that came to his ears were Wu Gang's painful roars as he struggled in the lightning.

Qin Lang's heart skipped a beat.

It's broken, this sweet-scented osmanthus tree can't be cut down!

(End of this chapter)