Code Zero Nine

This speed...

Han Feng frowned.

In his trouser pocket, Shen He frowned similarly.

Gan Li Niang!

Didn't even give a chance to shoot!

If they do...

He estimated it.

According to the results of the divine mind sand table deduction just now, even if he and Shen He shot together, it would take 25 seconds for the two to complete the design!

And this guy...

"..."

Shen He said in a faint voice, "This is the legend, as long as I am fast enough, will I be able to finish things before you can react?"

Water pan division...

Han Feng raised his head.

He originally thought that the parameters of the water pan master, the parameters that were marked and promoted, were already the limit of their water pan master, but now it seems...

And this time.

Zhao Zihang looked at Lin Fengyang, high above him, "I said, you are too slow!"

That look...

There is quite a high-speed rail to see the arrogance of green trains.

Ah.

Is this the impact of emerging professions on traditional professions?

"Do you want to know why?"

Zhao Zihang's tone was high, "I copied the sand table division's dual channel to quickly create water flow, and used the water flow high-pressure technology to accelerate!"

"This is a speed you can never match!"

Zhao Zihang is proud.

for a long time.

Tian Zhijun announced the result, the first project is over, the current score is 100:0!

That's right.

100:0!

Because Lin Fengyang had not made a move, he had already lost!

"I said."

"You sandbox master, it's time to be eliminated!"

Zhao Zihang's arrogant voice sounded.

"I……"

Lin Fengyang was completely stupid.

The last time he fought with Han Feng, he could understand the defeat, but this time...

How could this be?

Lin Fengyang began to doubt life.

"Hey."

Han Feng sighed, "I'm afraid this buddy will be useless."

"The mental capacity is not good."

Shen He nodded slightly.

For the strong to play, the mentality is extremely important.

then.

Han Feng walked over, "Old Lin, leave it to me behind you."

"You can?"

Lin Fengyang is full of worries.

If he could do it, he would naturally not worry about Han Feng.

But this is a sandbox duel!

and--

They are all single parameters! Can't interfere! How can Han Feng beat Zhao Zihang?

"How can I know if I don't try?"

Han Feng smiled.

for a long time.

Feng Han formally participated in the challenge on behalf of the Shaban Master.

"You finally came."

Zhao Zihang sneered, "I want to see if your technique is as neat as your mouth."

Han Feng: →_→

And this time.

Tian Zhijun announced the second project of the professional challenge-the sand table ratio!

Although in general, everyone does not care, but in professional duel, this is a very important parameter.

Therefore, the assessment of this professional challenge is to see who can make smaller sandboxes with the same standard design drawing, and who can complete the more refined sandboxes.

finally.

The winner is 100 points, and the loser is converted according to the size ratio.

"interesting!"

A smile appeared on Zhao Zihang's face, "I'm here again where I am good...Haha, Han Feng! Let me tell you, compare with your sand table masters——"

"Our Shuipan Master is not only fast, but also small!!!"

Zhao Zihang's domineering declaration.

"I see it."

Han Feng sighed.

Forget those little kids, you, someone in your thirties, said this kind of thing...

"Mother and fetus single, right?"

"???"

Zhao Zihang was stunned, "How do you know?"

"..."

Han Feng sighed.

Because there is no such thing as a single person for 30 years!

And this time.

A shuipan master who seemed to be only fifteen or sixteen years old came over anxiously and said a few words in Zhao Zihang's ear. Only then did Zhao Zihang understand what Han Feng meant.

"Han Feng, your uncle!"

Zhao Zihang was furious, "I just don't understand this because I just focus on cultivating...you wait! I will let you know what regret is after a game!"

then.

In the hot atmosphere, both sides are in place.

"Are you ready?"

"Um."

"Then let's start."

Tian Zhijun stepped aside.

boom!

Only a moment.

Zhao Zihang started his hand, as if to vent his humiliated anger, he exploded with all his strength when he shot, and he didn't give Han Feng any leeway!

Wow!

Wow!

Familiar currents emerged.

Zhao Zihang cast his calm gaze into the sand table.

Water flow...

Water flow is the easiest to divide!

He believes that, compared with the sand table that needs to be solidified, such as the power of sand and dust, the control of the proportion of the water table is not too easy!

then.

In a flash.

He condensed a water disc, which immediately froze into ice.

finally.

The ratio of real architecture to sand table is 2000:1.

"2000:1?!"

People are horrified.

What the **** ratio is this? !

This is just a creation-level duel, not a deduction level!

2000:1...

This has surpassed the limit that the creation-level sand table master can control, right? Even if it is a high-level creation, the sand table ratio is only 500:1.

"Han Feng lost again..."

"Hey, I didn't expect this one in the professional duel!"

"Isn't it? Under normal circumstances, a few hundred ratios are definitely enough. Usually, the ratio of demolition and relocation is only a few dozen, but there is no way. The professional battle is the limit."

"Um."

People are very sorry.

And this time.

The leader of the Urban Construction Bureau was silent.

They suddenly knew why Han Feng didn't want to challenge him at all.

Because of coming here...

Just being humiliated! ! !

"What is the proportion of the sand table currently recorded by Han Feng?"

The old leader asked suddenly.

"Let me see."

A leader glanced at the backstage, and said solemnly: "100:1..."

Everyone was silent.

One is 100:1, one is 2000:1. According to the rules of the game, Han Feng's final score may only be a poor 5 points! ! !

"..."

The old leader was silent for a long time, "I am sorry for this kid!"

Han Feng...

He was a little guilty.

This battle may have been lost, and now, he only hopes that Han Feng has enough resistance to pressure, and will not be devastated by the blow!

"Help me prepare some resources."

"Whether it succeeds or fails."

"After the challenge is over, hand it over to Han Feng."

The old leader said in a deep voice.

"clear."

Everyone sighed.

now.

Their hearts have sunk to the bottom.

As sand table masters, they know very well what concept this ratio represents.

And this time.

After Zhao Zihang completed the ultra-high proportion of the water tray, he slapped the table with both hands fiercely, staring at him, "Han Feng, now, it's your turn!!!"

"Um."

Han Feng glanced at it and nodded slightly, "You are indeed quite small."

"Han Feng!!!"

Zhao Zihang was angry.

He now understands the meaning of this sentence!

"Don't try to speak..."

He was angry.

However.

I didn't finish a sentence.

He suddenly understood the meaning of this sentence, and suddenly became even more angry. He stared at Han Feng, "I want to see, what qualifications do you have to be arrogant!"

He stopped talking nonsense.

This world, after all, speaks with strength!

He wanted to see who was the one being laughed at!

And this time.

Han Feng is still condensing the sand table calmly.

Um……

The dust swept across.

Han Feng has completed half of it, and the sand table ratio is 110:1!

That's right.

This is already his limit!

Even with the help of the power of divine mind, he can only reach this point after all!

Every time Shapan Master’s re-engraving, every time the proportion of progress, is a complete re-enactment, completely reduced, and has a great impact!

Where's the water pan master?

Just control it!

so.

In this battle, he is bound to lose!

only.

He was a little unwilling.

Because he knew who was right, and he also knew the flaws of the water pan master, they came to fight the sand pan master, there was no fairness at all!

pity.

No one will believe him!

At this time, it is clamoring that the water pan master has **** defects and will definitely be xx...

It will only add to the jokes.

therefore.

What Han Feng has to do is to let the sand table master of Tianfeng City live safely and steadily.

then.

Looking at the sand table in front of him, Han Feng suddenly had a new idea.

Snapped!

He raised a hand and landed on the sand table.

suddenly--

The dust swept across.

It's hard to see what it looks like in the sand table.

now.

A mini sand sculpture exactly like Han Feng appeared. He walked to a fruit tree in the sand table, plucked a fruit, and made a sudden move.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

The dust flies.

Nothing can be seen in the sand table for a long time.

"What is Han Feng doing?"

"I don't know, I can't see it at all..."

People are at a loss.

"Humph!"

"Grandstanding!"

Zhao Zihang sneered.

He still doesn't believe it, what's the use of getting some sandy weather? ! Can sandy weather make you more refined? Can sandy weather make you smaller? !

However.

soon.

time flies.

Han Feng slowly closed his hands, and the dust escaped.

The sand table that covered the sky and sun appeared in everyone's eyes.

Well……

Everyone glanced at them, and they were suddenly stunned.

Sand and dust flooded most of the scene, except for a fruit tree on the hillside, the others had already been buried by the dust, and nothing could be seen clearly.

"It's so bad..."

"I tried my best too."

"However, if the sand table is destroyed like this, the score may have to be discounted, and it may be even worse."

People sighed.

However.

at this time.

The staff stepped forward to take a measurement.

Estimated from the outside, it was about 110:1, but when he finished the measurement, he was suddenly stunned, because from his distance, from this angle, he suddenly saw an incredible scene.

This is……

His eyes widened in disbelief.

Soon.

He carefully leaned over, on the sand table, before the fruit tree, and even on a fallen fruit!

now.

On top of that fruit.

On the mini fruit sculpture, he saw a sand table...

Yes.

Sandbox!

On the little fruit, there appeared a sand table exactly the same as the design drawing, the texture, the shape, the design...

and many more.

The staff was horrified. He carefully tested it with the instrument, and his mind trembled.

"how?"

Zhao Zihang sneered, "What is the proportion of Han Feng's sand table?"

"..."

The staff is still in shock, "100000:1."

? ? ?

Zhao Zihang was stunned. He thought he had misheard ~www.readwn.com~ How much? "

"One hundred thousand to one!"

The staff repeated.

Wow!

The crowd was in an uproar.

What the hell? !

100,000……

You? It seems to be teasing me!

Not to mention Han Feng, even if you come to the deduction level, you don't have this level! At this stage of creation, it is impossible to have such data!

this……

Do you know that this is data expansion? !

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