Painting of the Nine Immortals

"Calm down, otherwise it will be easy to get angry."

Ling Xian smiled and pointed.

"You are a threat?" Ning Fengyin measured.

"You can understand it this way. In short, I will never let you succeed." Ling Xian said lightly, though her tone was weak but determined.

Originally he didn't count in, but this person was too much, and it became clear that cheating. Where would those contestants be placed? Besides, Liang Zi has already settled down. He doesn't mind suppressing his arrogance.

"Haha, just a joke, it's up to you?" Ning Feng dismissed a smile and simply tore his face.

"Try it out."

Ling Xian glanced briefly at the man and said, "Let's start the last round."

"Okay, I'll make you look shameless."

Ning Feng smiled and said, "The last round was very simple. Each contestant made a rune, which was cross-checked by ten judges to determine the championship."

"It's really simple and the easiest to control."

Ling Xian sneered secretly, and Ning Feng covered the sky with Futa, and the rest of the elders looked at him by their heads. In other words, Ning Feng already has five votes in hand, and even if he is united as one, he is tied at most.

And his side may not be able to unite as one.

"The second snowfall, you don't need to refine, just use this amulet."

Ling Xian turned her eyes to the second falling snow and said, "You have no opinion."

"No ... nothing, I listen to your predecessor."

The second Luoxue shook his head again and again, his little hand clenching the corner of his clothes, and he looked extremely tense. How could he be a bit arrogant?

"Don't be nervous, I won't eat you again." Ling Xian shook her head and smiled, and then took a trick and put the Fuyu in her hand.

"Ah, well, I'm not ... not nervous."

Second, Xuexue couldn't help talking. As long as she thought that she had taken Lingxian as a disciple, she felt like a joke, and even anxious to find a place to drill in.

"Forget it, let it be."

Ling Xian smiled helplessly, and threw the rune in her hand to Ning Feng, and said, "Take a good look, I don't ask the people you choose to make a rune that exceeds this rune. As long as it is similar to this rune, I will kneel Give you a few rattles. "

"That's what you said."

Ning Feng sneered, and the others were proud.

There is indeed a shady group in this group, but Ning Feng's grandson Ning Zhe has learned the truth. And Ling Xian said that there is no need to exceed, as long as it is almost enough, naturally let them think that they have won.

However, when Ning Feng saw the rune in his hand, his face changed suddenly.

This caused the rest of the people to frown, and took Fuyu from his hands, and then they were silent without exception.

No matter how bad their behavior is, but the Daoist accomplishment is a real master's realm, naturally the mystery of this amulet can be seen. And they are also very clear that except Ning Zhe, the people they choose are all straw bales.

Not to mention that a rune similar to this one is made, even if it is half, it cannot be made!

Therefore, they were all silent, and then turned their eyes to Ningfeng, showing the intention of inquiry.

In the face of a few people's silent inquiry, Ning Feng was bitter.

He knows that the accomplishments of his grandson, although not bad, are definitely not as good as this one. As a result, he was naturally bitter.

But the next moment, bitterness turned into pride.

When there is no shady, it depends on the strength, and if there is a shady, it depends on the relationship.

Even if this charm can win? Ning Feng firmly believes that as long as he does not nod his head, no one will be a champion. In other words, as long as you speak yourself, you can definitely send your grandson to the throne of the championship!

At the moment, he sneered, "But that's all. The rune made by my grandchildren is much better than this one."

"Is it?"

Ling Xian smiled, and he watched the runes made by Ning Zhe and other contestants. He believes this, and Ning Feng and others are also clear.

To say this right now is nothing more than a hard word.

"It's up to you. After everyone is done, I see what else you can say." Ling Xian said lightly, too lazy to take care of her again.

"By then, you have nothing to say."

Ning Feng smiled proudly and had already made up his mind. Even if the Ning Zhe's refined Fuyu did not match, he would send it to the championship throne.

Several other people also clearly realized this, although it felt that the move was very risky, but the thought of the tower owner who could not retreat would be irrelevant.

Without the tower master, Ningfeng is Futa's heaven!

At this time, the remaining nine contestants also refined Fuyu and handed them to the judges.

Ling Xian only glanced at him, and she felt relieved, because none of them could pose a threat to the second falling snow. Even the runes made by Ningzhe are difficult to match.

This made Ning Feng sigh a secret. Although he knew the result long ago, he would inevitably feel a bit lost after seeing that his grandson's Fufu was not as good as the second falling snow.

But the next moment, the loss disappeared and replaced by arrogance.

"Sure enough, it is still better made by my grandson."

Ning Feng simply stopped looking at this face, and turned his eyes to the four elders beside him, saying, "Did you say that?"

Hearing that several people nodded and agreed.

This made Lingxian frown, and everyone else frowned.

Anyone with a good eye can see that the amulet made by Ning Zhe is not as good as that made by the second drop of snow, and the others are even better. However, Ning Feng opened his eyes and talked nonsense. How shameless was this?

How arrogant?

"It's a good idea to talk nonsense with your eyes open. It seems that you intend to ignore the rules and disregard the rules." Ling Xian's expression was somber and angry.

He thought that Ning Feng would not play tricks in the final round. After all, this is already the finals. After playing tricks, the courage is too big.

But at this moment he knew that he had underestimated Ning Feng's shamelessness and underestimated his arrogance!

This person made it clear that he wanted to cover the sky with one hand, and he was overbearing. How could Lingxian not be angry?

"How is it? How is it not?"

With a smile on his face, Ning Feng said, "We have five votes here, no, six."

After that, he turned his eyes to an old man in a black robe.

This person belongs to the group of Free Run Masters. At this moment, when he sees Ning Feng beckoning himself, he can't help being silent. After a moment, he nodded and said, "I also think Ningzhe's runes are better."

"fart!"

Wu Lao's lungs exploded quickly. I did not expect that at this critical moment, someone on his side was going to fight.

Ling Xian did not expect it.

I did not expect Ning Feng to be so arrogant and so bold, nor did he expect that the old man in black robes would turn against each other. But at this moment, it is too late to say anything, six votes to four votes, there is no suspense about the title of the champion.

"Haha, fight with me? You're still tender!"

Ning Feng laughed arrogantly, and Ning Zhe also showed her pride, looking at Ling Xian's eyes full of jokes.

In this regard, Ling Xian looked calm and did not move.

But everyone who knows him knows that such a calm him is a precursor to a runaway!