The people at the scene were all stunned and stupid, and they still had a look of horror and horror on their faces......

The little Taoist priest Zhang Ling looked at the wooden cow blankly, and the whole person turned into a wood carving.

Qing Yihan opened his mouth and looked at the pile of parts and wood parts on the ground in a daze, his head exploded, and it was blank.

The wooden cow actually disintegrated!?

It exploded!

How is this possible?

"Smack!"

With a soft sound, the last strong wooden foot fell down with endless unwillingness, grief and resentment.

This soft sound sounded in Qing Yihan's ears, but it was like a groundbreaking sound, which blew up his soul and made his whole body cold and stiff like arctic ice.

The little Taoist priest stood dumbfounded.

Qing Yihan's eyes widened with his mouth wide open, completely unable to believe what was happening in front of him.

"How so?"

"How can this be?"

"How can it collapse?"

"How can it collapse!"

"Impossible, impossible!!"

Qing Yihan, who was the pride of the Daomen, immediately turned around and threw himself in front of the computer after a short period of distraction, and knocked indiscriminately.

The more I knocked, the more messy my hands became, and the more I knocked, the more panicked I became.

The more I knock, the more my mind goes blank!

How can a computer go wrong?

How can it be possible to design the programming to the extent that you design yourself, everything is seamless and foolproof...... It's a failure!

And defeated so completely, so completely!

A disgusted smell of cigarettes came to his nose, and the most ruthless and disgusted dead liar and grave robber in his life stood in front of him.

"You've lost!"

Jin Feng looked at Daomen Tianjiao coldly, and his cold words were as piercing as the Arctic Gang Wind, making half of Qing Yihan's body fall into the endless ice abyss, and he was cold to the heart.

"No!"

"I didn't lose!"

Qing Yihan pressed his hands on the workbench, suddenly deflected his head, and screamed at Jin Feng, but his eyes were red in the green silk flying.

Jin Feng's face was cold, and a few words popped out from between his teeth: "You lost." ”

Qing Yihan screamed loudly: "I didn't lose!"

"Didn't lose!"

Jin Feng hissed, "If you lose, you lose." You can't afford to lose. ”

Qing Yihan shouted, he had never suffered such setbacks and shame in his life.

Myself, I actually lost!

The secret calculations and spells that he is best at didn't repair the wooden cow well.

The unprecedented blow made Qing Yihan's nose sour, and he lost his due reason, and he clenched his teeth and screamed at Jin Feng.

"Why do you say I lost?"

"Yes, I didn't fix the wooden cow, that's because I miscalculated something. But you, have you repaired the writer's clock?"

"What are you pretending to be in front of me? You brute in human skin. A grave scorpion with the smell of earth!"

"I can't repair the wooden cow, then you can fix the writer's clock!"

"Are you doing well?"

At this time, Qing Yihan was still humiliating Jin Feng, and he was still unwilling to admit his defeat.

The actions of this arrogant Daomen Tianjiao, words and deeds made everyone present feel ashamed.

However, Qing Yihan was unaware.

Jin Feng flicked the cigarette ash lightly, looked at the beautiful eyes, the peach cheeks were dizzy, as beautiful as the peach of the three springs, and the peerless Taoist aunt who was as pure as the chrysanthemum of the nine autumns, sneered indifferently, and raised his hand to point.

"I said, I'm going to slap you in the face if you get karma. ”

"Your mouth is too poisonous, your temperament is too arrogant, and your arrogance is all because you can't practice. ”

"Arrogance, extreme, hatred, tongue, irritability, intelligence, and willfulness are not enough in seven levels, and all seven levels are lost. ”

"I saved your life, but you will take revenge, since you treat me like this, I will not save your face. ”

"It's not like I'm going to stop just because you're a woman. ”

"Qing Yihan—"

"You, show me!"

"I, Jin Feng, will destroy you and Dao Xin today!"

At this moment, Jin Feng, a volcano that had been silent for a long time, brewed for many days, and had accumulated countless accumulations, burst out at this moment!

Magma rises into the sky, obscuring the sky and the sun, sweeping the audience with a devastating apocalyptic aura.

The faces of the people at the scene were terrified, and they were almost unsteady on their feet.

Jin Feng had already arrived at his workbench at this time, and in front of everyone, he calmly stretched out his hands, spread his ten fingers, and hovered in the air.

With a calm face, he took a deep breath and said coldly: "Qing Yihan, see clearly." ”

"You have high technology, I have old traditions. ”

"Ancestral things, you, will never understand how amazing they are. ”

After saying this, Jin Feng suddenly moved.

The hands shot like electricity, and the ten fingers flew up to replace the afterimages, scene after scene.

Countless people at the scene stared wide-eyed and couldn't catch Jin Feng's hands.

Even Xu Xinhua, a master of restoration, couldn't see Jin Feng's movements clearly.

Zhang Ling's pupils shrank to the extreme, and he couldn't see Jin Feng's hands, and he was shocked and moved.

Jin Feng's hands had already turned into afterimages.

I saw that the writer's clock, which was dismantled by Jin Feng, was successfully spliced and restored in just one minute.

In the next ten minutes, Jin Feng turned the writer's clock upside down and quickly installed various parts.

When this scene came out, everyone's hearts were stung again.

The workbench was piled up with all kinds of gear clockwork and parts, and Jin Feng didn't even turn his head, didn't look at it, didn't look at it, and took it with his hand.

If you take it, you will put it away, and if you put it away, you will not care.

Piece after piece, gear after gear, round and round, are assembled and formed at a rapid speed that exceeds the speed of a manipulator.

Xu Xinhua looked at Jin Feng's assembly speed blankly, and knelt down for Jin Feng in an instant.

Zhang Ling looked at it in a daze, the whole person was completely petrified, and the shock in his heart had already blown himself apart.

The so-called layman looks at the lively insider's doorway, and Jin Feng's hand speed can be understood by all the people on the scene.

Especially those musicians in the music industry, they know the meaning of hand speed the most.

Whether it's playing the piano or the huqin, whether it's playing the violin or plucking the guzheng, or any other instrument.

Hand speed, that is the most basic condition that a musician must have.

The more difficult the piece, the faster the hand speed is required, and the faster the hand speed can reflect the music of the piece.

The faster the hand speed, the most powerful physical support.

A large number of parts on the workbench are rapidly decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the sound of parts is heard from the lower part of the writer's clock, like the most touching peerless Miaohua Tianyin, which is extremely beautiful.

Jin Feng's hand speed has exceeded the limit of human beings.

Everyone didn't dare to take a breath, their eyes stared directly at Jin Feng's movements, and their hearts trembled.

At this moment, Qing Yihan looked at Jin Feng blankly with his mouth open, and the whole person was so shocked that he didn't have any expression.

Jin Feng's actions completely subverted his perception of the world.

For thousands of years, there have been countless talented people, and amazing people are like carp crossing the river.

However, compared with Jin Feng, it is far from the same.

With such a hand speed, even if your own master comes, you can't compare to it!

"Am I wrong!"

"No!

"He's a grave robber!"

I saw Jin Feng quickly set up the writer clock and put it down, then disassembled, and then restored and reset.

The two puppets on the top layer are reset, the bell puppet on the second floor is reset, and the chiming clock on the third floor is reset......

The lowest level of the scribe - reset!

At this time, Jin Feng stopped his movements, turned around and wiped off the small gear that he had been processing for three days from the grinder, took the tweezers and gently put it into a groove, and then carefully pushed a convex groove into the groove.

The grooves and grooves wrap around the pinion and put it together perfectly.

At this point, all the institutions are reset!

"Bang!"

There was a muffled sound, like a spring thunder exploding.

Jin Feng calmly put the writer's clock flat on the workbench, raised his hand to dip the brush in ink and inserted it back into the writer's hand, pulled out a piece of paper with his backhand and put it down.

Raised his hand and twisted three times on the machine of the base!

After doing all this without stopping in one breath, Jin Feng suddenly stopped moving, took two steps back and sat on the ground, his whole body shaking like chaff.

Fan Qingzhu and Tang Yali rushed forward one after another......

However, in the next second, everyone opened their mouths and stared wide, and they all stood on the spot, their heads exploding.