Code Zero Nine

"Code Zero Nine (

night.

Uncle Wang's training was over, and Han Feng came to visit.

"Come, sit down."

Uncle Wang said.

"Um."

Han Feng sat down honestly.

"How is the power of Sand Dust practice recently?"

"E-level intermediate."

"very good."

Uncle Wang was very satisfied, "I heard that you participated in the Tomorrow Star Challenge?"

"Um."

"Are you sure?"

"No……"

Han Feng scratched his head.

He is really not sure. This game counts all young people under the age of 30. Even if everyone has the same talent, they will practice for 12 years longer than him!

after all.

He is just an 18-year-old boy.

"I knew it."

Uncle Wang shook his head, "Although you have made rapid progress, but your background is insufficient, all the skills of the sand table master only have one sand table!"

"so."

"Your goal this time... the top eight?"

Uncle Wang guessed.

"Um."

Han Feng was a little embarrassed.

This time the enemy is too strong!

Not to mention the first place, the first few may be cold, but if you deal with it properly, you may still have a chance to rush to eighth...

certainly.

This time I saw it from previous sessions.

for example--

In the last session, there were seven D-levels and an E-level pinnacle. This is the opportunity!

"Also."

Uncle Wang nodded slightly.

Now he has become a master of training, quite a master demeanor.

"Han Feng."

"Now, I won't hide it from you anymore."

Uncle Wang said solemnly, "I have encountered many things before, but no matter how dangerous, I have survived! Now, it is time for you to know some secrets."

Um?

Han Feng's heart shook, Uncle Wang's...

secret?

"Come!"

Uncle Wang got up.

Hum——

The power of sand and dust flows.

"Follow me."

"good."

Han Feng's heart was agitated.

"This trick has rescued me several times, but it is not perfect. Recently, as I continue to lecture, I have a more thorough understanding of the power of the dust."

"finally."

"Just perfect this trick!"

Uncle Wang looked solemn.

"Um."

Han Feng's heart beats.

brush!

brush!

The power of sand and dust flows.

Han Feng's power of sand dust followed Uncle Wang's rotation, and finally formed a weird curve. After turning back and forth dozens of times, it was condensed and completed in his hands.

finally.

boom!

There was a crisp sound.

The dust in the sky exploded from Han Feng's hands, shocking the void.

"Dispersal ability?"

Han Feng's eyes were bright.

However.

Sand and dust condensed.

Han Feng watched in horror as the endless sand and dust quickly formed in the void, forming a line of huge and eye-catching fonts-"The hero save me, thank you with a lot of money!"

? ? ?

Han Feng was dumbfounded on the spot.

This Nima...

"I relied on this trick to get nearby bosses to come to rescue people and get rid of the crisis several times."

"If this trick is proficient, it can be released within 0.1 second."

Uncle Wang pondered for a moment, "Of course, as a teacher, I also improved a bit for you. I changed the content to two words, and the display speed is faster and faster!"

then.

Uncle Wang raised his hand.

boom!

Sand and dust cracked.

Two big characters are formed in the void-"Admit defeat!"

Han Feng: →_→

"Remember it well."

Uncle Wang said, "It is said that some people have a vicious mind and will deliberately prevent you from outputting the word confession, so as to kill the enemy and make yourself famous!"

"This trick..."

"Or you can avoid all kinds of strategies that can't be called to admit defeat."

Uncle Wang said in a deep voice.

"Uncle Wang."

"What is this trick called?"

Han Feng sighed.

"Sand Dust Calligraphy!"

Uncle Wang is proud.

This is his own skill!

"clear."

Han Feng smiled bitterly, and could only honestly write down this trick.

Well……

Admit defeat.

Maybe it will be really useful in the future.

certainly.

Before leaving, Uncle Wang gave Han Feng a card.

"no……"

Han Feng was stunned.

"The password is my birthday."

Uncle Wang said skillfully.

"That's not it."

Han Feng smiled bitterly, "Every time I come to you, I take money back. It always feels weird..."

Uncle Wang:? ? ?

"You better keep it."

Han Feng sighed, "Life is short. It is also great if you leave some money to find someone as soon as possible. It is not a way to always stay with Uncle Zhang..."

Uncle Wang:? ? ?

...

for a long time.

Han Feng left.

Still, he was brought over by Uncle Wang. According to Uncle Wang, he has no desires and desires now, and he has a very good life.

Han Feng only smiled bitterly.

Hey.

Faced with Uncle Zhang all day long, isn't that not wanting and wanting? !

but.

At this moment, when he was about to go back, he suddenly received a message from Miss Tan, "Han Feng, come and find me when I'm done. I'm at home."

Uh……

Han Feng was about to refuse.

Miss Tan sent another one, "Brother is not here."

Han Feng: →_→

It's more dangerous if your brother isn't here, okay? !

It's late at night!

then.

He was about to refuse, when the phone vibrated-"I have made tea."

Han Feng:? ? ?

What's the meaning?

Who do you look down on?

Is his Han Feng the one who gave up on the tea?

snort!

A cold snort.

Han Feng immediately turned off his cell phone.

...

for a long time.

Han Feng skillfully climbed up the window and entered Miss Tan's bedroom.

"coming?"

Girl Tan smiled slightly.

"what's the matter?"

Han Feng took a sip of tea, comforting.

"I can't find you if it's okay?"

Girl Tan chuckled lightly.

Han Feng: →_→

He felt that this was a proposition.

Fortunately.

Miss Tan will not embarrass him.

"My brother competed."

Miss Tan said lightly.

"Um?"

Han Feng was shocked, to participate? Wait—"Tomorrow's star?"

"Well, he has reached the high-level E level now."

Miss Tan said.

"So fast?!"

Han Feng was shocked.

Miss Tan:? ? ?

Ridicule?

You have all gone from the original F-level elementary to the E-level intermediate, and Tan Zihao is just barely from the E-level elementary to the high-level. Where did you get so fast?

"I am an assistant after all."

Han Feng was a little embarrassed, "You don't need to learn super combat skills, just break through."

"You."

Girl Tan shook her head helplessly.

"Oh……"

Han Feng scratched his head.

"I'm actually a little worried."

Miss Tan suddenly said, "Last year's first place, but a D-level peak, a D-level peak less than 30 years old, better than my father!"

"My brother..."

"Although he was cultivating with all his strength since he was stimulated by you last time, if he meets these people, I am worried that something will happen to him..."

"It is said that."

"Last year, one person shot, and never survived."

Girl Tan was worried.

"Why is your brother attending?"

Han Feng was puzzled.

It’s a waste of time to participate in the competition, okay?

If it is not Duma blood.

If not for super combat skills.

He won't waste time going to this Rauchi competition!

"..."

Miss Tan was silent for a long time.

long time.

then.

She said in a faint tone, "He said that the sales of hand-mades are not good recently, and it is easy to gather fame when participating in the competition, so that you will be eligible to be stepped on by you in the future."

Han Feng:? ? ?

"Then you mean..."

Han Feng was cautious.

"I hope you cut his mind on the game."

Miss Tan said.

Han Feng: →_→

Ah this...

"It's not so good."

Han Feng scratched his head.

After all, he is not Tan Zihao's brother-in-law, and it is not appropriate to intervene in other household affairs.

Say it again.

Tan Zihao is a big man...

Snapped!

Miss Tan took out a bucket of tea and put it on the table.

Han Feng: →_→

for a long time.

He sighed, "Tea is not important to tea. The main reason is that I have a very good relationship with Brother Tan, and I don't want him to be cannon fodder like this."

then.

He collected the tea and followed Miss Tan to the training ground far away.

There.

The fire was in full swing.

Tan Zihao is practicing.

A huge flaming red sword in his hand is condensed, like an arm, a tiger and a tiger, how powerful it is than before!

This sword has completely condensed unexpectedly.

"So strong!"

Han Feng could feel the strong flame from a distance.

"Is it easy?"

Miss Tan looked over.

"Try it."

Han Feng walked over.

boom!

Tan Zihao slashed and saw Han Feng, his face suddenly changed, "Han Feng, get away."

He wanted to take it back, but it was too late.

However.

at this time.

A flash of light flashed in Han Feng's eyes.

The start of the Divine Mind Sand Table—Analyzing the weaknesses of this energy construction and elemental perception construction, and quickly found the weakest place of this great sword.

Soon.

Han Feng raised his hand, covered with the power of sand and dust, and grabbed it directly.

when!

There was a crisp sound.

The flames came.

call out!

In Han Feng's cuff, a light green wind sculpture quietly rushed up from Han Feng's cuff, blowing the small piece of flame to the side.

Soon.

Another water sculpture appeared and rushed to the weak area.

laugh!

Evaporated on the spot.

Immediately afterwards, another ice blue ice sculpture pounced on and froze the piece.

Here.

That fiery red sword experienced the power of sand, wind, water, and ice in an instant, and in the end, it was a weird breaking force!

collapse!

Han Feng snapped it off.

Click!

The fiery red sword suddenly split into two.

? ? ?

Tan Zihao was stupid on the spot.

he……

He is proud of the strongest trick, the E-level strongest fire lotus sword. He has just mastered it and is about to go to the game to be super god. It turned out to be in the hands of Han Feng...

Click? ? ?

Do you think this is popsicle? !

"I……"

Tan Zihao was at a loss.

"Feel sorry."

Han Feng was a little embarrassed, "I didn't expect this thing to be so crisp."

Tan Zihao: "..."

"I heard that you are cultivating, come and take a look."

Han Feng scratched his head, "How are you doing?"

Tan Zihao: "..."

"Don't play foolishly."

Han Feng sighed, "The strong just have to work hard to cultivate, look at you, no one cares, just make a fire sword by yourself, it's too lazy..."

Tan Zihao: "..."

His hands are shaking.

Play?

Get a fire sword to play with?

Only your sandbox masters can play your own sand sculptures, okay? !

I……

Tan Zihao wanted to defend himself, but he thought about it carefully. Wouldn't it be more ashamed to say that the sword just now was the most powerful trick he could condense?

"but."

"The fire sword you just played is also good."

Han Feng was surprised, "When he explores in the future, it is still very good to be a torch."

Tan Zihao: "..."

He suddenly wanted to cry.

"Ah, yes."

Han Feng patted him on the shoulder, "I'm going to participate in that tomorrow's star game in a few days. Isn't this just coming and taking a look before I leave..."

"I will rest assured that the factory will be handed over to you."

"Hey……"

"I heard that the players who participated in the competition were all big guys. I don't know if I can make it into the top 64..."

Han Feng sighed.

Tan Zihao: "..."

for a long time.

Han Feng left.

Tan Zihao was still in a daze.

"younger sister."

"Um?"

"Is that weak for me?"

Tan Zihao tears his eyes.

"Very strong."

Miss Tan comforted, "I can only say that Han Feng is too good."

"He is just an E-level intermediate sand table master!"

Tan Zihao tears his eyes.

At the beginning, Han Feng's F-level first-level victory was just a trick, but as time progressed, Han Feng suddenly surpassed himself...

"Maybe because he has been cultivating."

Miss Tan looked into the distance, "I heard that Han Feng is practicing every day besides sleeping."

"..."

Tan Zihao was silent.

"elder brother."

"You should practice hard."

Miss Tan looked faintly, "If not, Han Feng will grab me in front of you, can you stop it?"

Ah?

Tan Zihao was at a loss, "Of course I can't beat you two."

? ? ?

Miss Tan's face turned black.

"cough."

Tan Zihao smiled, "I understand."

for a long time.

Tan Zihao gave up the game, announced a retreat, and sprinted towards D-class.

...

And this time.

Han Feng just went back and the phone vibrated: "Thank you, brother has given up the game. As a thank you, I assume that I haven't seen today's news."

Han Feng suddenly couldn't laugh or cry.

Go home.

Han Feng immediately condensed the four great sand sculptures and asked them to play with Little Duma, and he entered the practice for the first time.

The game has already started.

but.

The audition has to last for half a month.

Han Feng took advantage of this opportunity to sprint.

then.

Recently.

Han Feng is working hard to cultivate.

The power of his sand dust also slowly approached from the middle E-level to the high-level.

...

The audition of Tianfeng City is still going on.

Han Feng has also been there several times.

but……

how to say?

The contestants love each other, and the judges are amiable.

Han Feng squatted for three days. He didn't squat until a genius had an accident. In the end, he could only give up his evil thoughts...

possible.

This kind of thinking is so despicable that God can't stand it?

...

time.

Passed away quietly.

Half a month passed quickly.

Han Feng practiced desperately, and the resources accumulated a few days ago were completely exhausted under his violent sprint, and at this time, he was only one step away from the high-level E.

"Soon!"

Han Feng looked firm.

E-level high-end!

E-level pinnacle!

Beginner level D!

If the resources are sufficient, you might be able to leap into the world!

but.

The audition has reached the final stage. After Han Feng cleaned up, he once again went to the long-lost Hongye City~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and went straight to the competition site.

now.

The last day of the audition.

The final preparations are in progress.

When Han Feng came over, he just recognized the location of the examination room first.

only.

What he didn't expect was that when he just entered the venue of the game, he heard a loud noise and a terrible energy shock. It seemed...

Soon.

A flash of red light.

The figure of a genius was penetrated on the spot! ! !

brush!

The venue was silent for an instant.

Obviously.

No one thought that there was death in Hongye City today! ! !

"not good!"

"Help!"

The judges came to an end one after another, but unfortunately, it was too late.

...

And this time.

Han Feng looked from a distance.

brush!

Rows of small heads popped out of his trouser pocket.

Gou Dahu: "This person is a genius."

Li Haochen: "It should not be a super element with us."

Zhao Zihang: "It looks too young. This is an E-level, this is a super genius."

Shen He: "It looks like a pretty girl."

After the four of them evaluated, they all looked at Han Feng.

Han Feng was silent.

then.

He finally took a step forward.

"Han Feng."

Shen He reminded, "You have to think about it. If you take this step, there will be no way out."

"Then don't retreat!"

Han Feng's eyes were firm.

brush!

He strode forward, in the chaos, looking at the girl who had lost his vitality, and suddenly rushed up, "Why are you gone, Ziwei and Ziwei?!"

"Uuuuu..."

"It's me!"

Han Feng hugged the girl and burst into tears.

Soon.

Inserted into the girl's body silently.

Dementor! ! !