Code Zero Nine

　　 "How many mean?"

　　 Han Feng looked at Lin Fengyang.

　　 "I just do it just in case."

　　 Lin Fengyang is very calm.

　　 Who is Han Feng?

　　 Barbarian.

Humph.

　　Although outsiders feel that the sandbox master has no power to bind the chicken!

　　 But in the eyes of their sandbox masters, those super players who go out to fight every day are barbarians! In addition to showing muscles, you know how to fight!

　　 And what about the Shabanist?

　　 strategize, give pointers!

　　Han Feng?

Ha ha.

　　 just an idiot who thinks he has found a shortcut.

"very good."

　　 Han Feng narrowed his eyes.

　　 He is a little angry now.

　　 As a kind-hearted, affectionate and righteous young man who is recognized as having a heart of innocence throughout the wind city, he feels that Lin Fengyang's actions are simply slandering himself!

　　 And this time.

　　 Tian Zhijun came over, "Are you ready?"

"Um."

　　Han Feng and Lin Fengyang looked at each other, sparks splashed.

"very good."

　　 Tian Zhijun nodded slightly, "Before you start, what time shall I say..."

　　 "Senior! Calm down!"

　　 Several sandbox masters hurried up to persuade him.

　　Good guys, everyone came to watch the sand table showdown just to watch the excitement. The day the leader gave a speech may have passed.

"All right."

　　 Tian Zhijun can only give up regretfully.

　　 soon.

　　 He took out a standard symmetrical three-dimensional sand table design and placed it on the table, and slowly left, while Han Feng and Lin Fengyang stood by on both sides of the table.

for a long time.

　　 Tian Zhijun yelled, "Go!"

brush!

　　 Han Feng and Lin Fengyang erupted at the same time.

　　 Boom!

　　 The power of sand and dust oscillates.

　　 Two dust powers of the same E grade emerged.

　　 On the table, the embryonic form of a sand table slowly emerged from the two ends, and the power of the faint sand dust began to condense, constantly approaching the middle!

brush!

brush!

　　 The outline of the sand table quickly appeared.

　　Han Feng's power of sand dust is weaker, but his victory is stable.

　　 His fingers tremble, and under the strong control of Wind Dance, Han Feng's output is as stable as Mount Tai, stable and fast output, constantly completing the sand table.

1%……

2%……

　　3%……

　　 "What a quick hand!"

　　 "This frequency..."

　　 "It is indeed the proud son of heaven!"

　　 "Isn't it?"

　　 "I really want to be his girlfriend..."

　　"?"

　　 everyone said.

　　 and the opposite.

　　 Lin Fengyang sneered.

brush!

　　 The power of sand and dust oscillates.

　　 At the end where he was, the power of the dust appeared in two places at the same time, and his left and right hands started to condense at the same time!

　　 The speed of completion has skyrocketed!

　　 This is a high-end creation-level sand table technology-spiral dual channel.

　　 One mind and two purposes.

　　 Manipulate the power of sand and dust in a spiral manner, so that the left and right hands can maintain a stable output of the same frequency, thereby greatly increasing the speed of energy output!

in this way.

　　 The sand table forming rate has soared.

　　 "So strong!"

　　 Everyone couldn't help but marvel.

　　 Although they can't reach the stage of Lin Fengyang, they have also heard of this powerful technique that only high-level creator-level sand table masters can possess!

　　 Lin Fengyang did not succeed in the assessment, but this technical level...

　　 "As expected to be the first person in our Urban Construction Bureau!"

　　 "Isn't it?"

　　 "This is the bottom line."

　　 People marveled.

in this way.

　　In contrast, Han Feng, who outputs his energy in a mediocre way, is far inferior in everyone's eyes.

　　 After all, even if your fingers tremble and your energy output is stable, how can this efficiency be comparable to other dual channels?

"you are too slow."

　　 Lin Fengyang smiled.

　　 At this moment, he has completed 25%, and Han Feng is only 10%!

"Yes?"

　　Han Feng said slowly, "Fast, not necessarily a good thing."

"Ha ha."

　　 Lin Fengyang no longer speaks.

　　 hum——

　　 The dust swept across.

　　 The sand table is constantly improving.

　　 The completion degree of both sides is also improving, but it is obvious that Han Feng's progress here is obviously slower than Lin Fengyang's full half!

　　 Lin Fengyang 40%, Han Feng 18%!

　　 Lin Fengyang 60%, Han Feng 26%!

finally.

　　 The moment when the sand table was almost formed-Lin Fengyang 67%, Han Feng 32%!

　　 is only 1% short!

　　The sandbox duel will end!

　　……

　　 "Han Feng is going to lose!"

　　 "Isn't it?"

　　 "They didn't interfere with each other..."

　　 "Maybe everyone is confident in their speed, right?"

"Um."

　　 Everyone agrees.

　　If both sides feel that speed and defense are their best areas, they will naturally not actively interfere with others, but from this result...

　　 "Lin Fengyang's background is still boring."

　　 "After all, a thirty-year-old sandbox master!"

　　 "Maybe his cultivation base follows his looks..."

　　 "It makes sense."

　　 People are surprised.

　　...

　　 And this time.

　　Han Feng also has some regrets.

　　 He also wants to try his technical skills.

pity.

　　 There is still a big gap between him and Lin Fengyang, a professional sandbox master.

"you lose."

　　 Lin Fengyang said lightly.

　　 67% vs. 32%, Han Feng has no chance of winning.

"are you sure?"

　　 Han Feng smiled slightly.

brush!

　　 In the sand table, the weather changed suddenly.

　　 Boom!

　　 Thunder roars.

　　The part of the sand table area where Lin Fengyang was, suddenly began to rain. At first it was a few drops of light rain, and then it fell into a torrential rain!

　　 Wow!

　　 Wow!

　　 is like an open faucet.

　　 The torrential rain poured down and rushed to Lin Fengyang's sand table!

　　 Do you think 99% is over?

　　 This last 1% is the real battle!

　　 "Han Feng made a move!"

　　 People’s eyes are bright.

　　 This is the most exciting place for the sandbox duel.

　　 can provide sand table technology to interfere with and attack the opponent's sand table, and it is also the most comprehensive part of the test of strength in the sand table duel!

　　 The sand table is stable!

　　 Sandbox attack!

　　Sand table defense!

　　 sand table weather!

　　 covers almost all technologies.

　　 "It's ridiculous."

　　 Lin Fengyang looked calm.

　　 He has heard the story of Han Feng. According to the rumors, Han Feng has a lot of water because of the unique weather technology taught by the master named Wang Jiancai.

　　 Now it seems that it is so.

　　Han Feng, the amount of water...

　　 Not even he can.

but.

　　 trying to defeat him with this is a bit ridiculous.

brush!

　　 He gently raised his hand, and before the rainstorm came, he used layers of sand and dust to land on all the sand tables he had built.

　　 High-end sand table technology-stability.

　　 Boom!

　　 Boom!

　　 Heavy rain is coming.

However.

　　 No matter what the rain washes, Lin Fengyang's sand tables are all different.

　　 stable as a mountain.

"That's it?"

　　 Lin Fengyang chuckled.

　　 If Han Feng had only these methods, he would be too disappointed.

　　 "Then change one."

　　 Han Feng said.

brush!

　　 With a wave of his hand, the weather changes.

　　 The wind and sand swept across.

　　The dust is coming!

　　 In reality, he couldn't complete the sandstorm. It's okay to have fun in this sand table. Unfortunately, the sandstorm was also held by Lin Fengyang.

　　 Thunder?

　　 is invalid.

　　 Hail?

　　 is invalid.

　　 No matter what kind of catastrophic weather Han Feng creates, Lin Fengyang has the corresponding means and techniques, and each of them can be defended steadily.

　　 No matter what method you use to attack, I have a corresponding solution.

　　 This is the background of a sandboxer.

　　 "You patronize breakthrough ~www.readwn.com~ but don't know. For the sandboxer, the most important thing is technology!"

　　 Lin Fengyang said lightly.

　　 He could see that the sand table technique Han Feng had learned was only one weather and discoloration. He had just learned it, and it was far less than one-tenth of his own.

　　 "It seems."

　　 "You have no means anymore."

"I said."

　　 "Your cultivation has gone an evil way."

　　 Lin Fengyang said coldly, "Since you are already powerless to fight, let's end it."

　　 finished.

　　 He gently waved the power of the dust.

Snapped.

　　 The power of the powerful sand dust condensed again, and it fell to the final 1% completion degree. At this moment, the 67% completion degree, which was originally already 67%, has become...

　　67%!

　　? ? ?

　　 Lin Fengyang stunned, or 67%?

How can it be.

　　 He obviously finished another part...

brush!

　　 He once again condensed the power of the sand and dust, and approached the 1% completion rate, and then, strangely watched his completion rate turned into 66.8%!

　　? ? ?

　　 actually paid it back? !

　　 Lin Fengyang doesn't feel right.

　　 Then.

　　 He re-examined the sand table, and then he was horrified to find that he was in the siege, just as he was racing with Han Feng on the sand table, trying to open up the sand table...

　　 is at the rear.

　　 where he originally built the sand table.

There.

　　 A simple-looking sand sculpture penguin, carrying a huge sand sculpture sledgehammer in his hand, is opening his sand table...

　　? ? ?

　　 Lin Fengyang was dumbfounded on the spot, what is this? !