"Darren, 100 points for stage presence!" No one doubts this. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Ling Wenxuan, 100 points for stage performance." The same is true for Ling Wenxuan, and he is definitely not inferior to his stage performance.

No one pays attention to the stage performance of these two people, and everyone knows that the competition between the two of them focuses on singing!

"Then, the next step is to announce the ratings of Ling Wenxuan and Dai Lun." The host said solemnly in front of the song rator, "I introduced this song ramp at the beginning. It's more advanced than the music center before! ”

"In the past, the highest score in the song rator of the three major music centers was left by Wen Tianwang. With Wen Tianwang's best performance as the evaluation of the full score, and Ling Wenxuan and Dai Lun, their strength is infinitely close, and may even surpass. Such a machine can't rate them! ”

"So, we used more sophisticated equipment for this competition." The host paused and looked at the TV, "I heard that it was the full score that Wen Tianwang refreshed again!" ”

In other words, the highest score of this machine was entered again by King Wen Tian. In other words, the difference between Ling Wenxuan and Dai Lun's scores and the full score will prove the gap between them and Wen Tianwang.

Dai Lun's eyes flashed after hearing this, he had long wanted to fight Wen Xunyu at the earliest, not Ling Wenxuan. Now there is a chance to have a side showdown, which is also interesting.

"I also want to see how much the gap is with Wen Xunyu." Daeron raised an eyebrow.

And Ling Wenxuan is also looking forward to it. Although Wen Xunyu occasionally showed himself in front of them on Ming Mountain, everyone knew that it was just a casual play, and it was unknown what his true strength was. From the side, Wen Xunyu can make them admire at will, isn't it even more terrifying to be really serious.

"How far am I from my father?" Ling Wenxuan also wanted to know.

"So, let's see what Darren's rating is." The host was impatient, but he still endured the explanation. His heart was about to jump out, his expectation of Wen Xunyu's strength, his curiosity about the result, and his curiosity about victory and defeat.

The host pressed the button, and the machine beeped. Obviously, there were only five seconds, and everyone's hearts were in their throats, and these five seconds were extremely tormenting.

The next number jumps out first, five. Subsequently, the numbers in front of it kept jumping.

"What is it? Be...... Belch? Eight? ”

"Eight?"

All of them were stunned, only eighty-five? Darren, he only has eighty-five points?

"This ......" everyone was speechless. The gap between Daren and Wen Tianwang turned out to be so much?

Even Dai Lun was dumbfounded, when he saw five, he actually had a little disdain in his heart, the so-called Wen Tianwang was only five points behind him. It's just a name.

Yes, Dyren thinks he's definitely ninety-five. In fact, not only Dai Lun, but also Ling Wenxuan, including all the audience, including Nie Qingyan and others in the private room. Everyone was shocked when they saw the score appear, it turned out that Wen Tianwang was really Wen Tianwang.

Wen Xunyu smiled faintly in the private room, and Ling Xian'er also smiled. In fact, it seems to them to be very ordinary, think differently. For a talented singer like Ling Wenxuan to practice for another twenty or thirty years, is it surprising that the results are like this?

To put it more bluntly, how can Wen Xunyu's strength at Ling Wenxuan's age compare to Ling Wenxuan's Dai Lun?

"So, let's take a look at Ling Wenxuan's score." The host restrained his expression, no matter how shocked he was, he had to host.

"Ling Wenxuan......" The host pressed the button, and the sound of Didi sounded again.

……

On the street, Huang Qingrong's face sank like water. Twelve brothers lay down in front of him, no, yes...... Die. In the face of the terrifying attack of the "dark night", they died. The only people who could stand were him and Jin Yichangliu.

On the other side, there are still five people, including Boss No. 1, No. 2, No. 4, No. 5, and the other members of the "Dark Night" are all killed. It seems that the number of people is almost the same, but the combat power is not at the same level. A single boss can defeat all three of them!

However, the person in front of him is not intact. The boss is covered in blood, his arms are gone, and he will never be able to move again for a short time. The chest was also dripping with blood, and a large piece of flesh was cut off by a long stream, showing a craggy bloody bone.

The other No. 1 four, although their combat effectiveness was stronger than that of the people they brought, they were still seriously injured, and they were not much better than Huang Qingrong's four.

"Hehe, it seems that you have no hope." The boss sneered.

"At the end of the four of you strong crossbows, you can easily kill!" The boss did not pause after speaking, and the wind rushed towards Huang Qingrong and the four of them.

Xiliu's face was like ashes: "Why, it's not here yet." Ah Fei, Xiao Du, they are all dead! Ahhh ”

It's like madness.

"Calm down!" There was also grief in Changliu's voice, "As soon as I joined the 'Flying Feather Team', I said that I must have a sense of sacrifice. They're great! ”

Huang Qingrong looked at the boss five who rushed over, and frowned deeply.

"Haven't you arrived yet?" Jin Yi's face was full of bitterness, "I really misbelieved you." ”

"Right now." Huang Qingrong still said this.

"How many times did you say bastard!" Xiliu scolded, the death of his comrade-in-arms drove him crazy.

Huang Qingrong gritted his teeth: "I don't want to say anything about apologies now, I'll talk about it when we come back to life!" ”

……

"Ling Wenxuan, the previous digit is...... Eight. ”

Ling Wenxuan held his breath, this decided everything, this competition decided everything. If you win, you win the world, and if you lose, you lose everything.

Wen Xunyu squinted, and Ling Xian'er stared, wanting to see the final result.

Xiao Ningxi in the small mountain village stroked his abdomen: "Child, looking at your father's grades, he must be the best." ”

Jessica and the four of them are looking forward to it, Nie Qingyan and others are expecting, China can't lose!

Offstage, in front of the TV, countless pairs of eyes are waiting for the final result. Five seconds seemed like a century, and every second was so suffocating, so long.

The numbers on the "Next Digit ......" screen are jumping and slowly stopping.

"Six!"

"Eighty-six!"

"Wow!"

"Great!"

"Win!"

The moment I saw Six, the audience roared, and countless people cheered in front of the TV. Ling Wenxuan won, by one point!

In the lounge, all four of Jessica jumped up.

"Great, win! Win! "Jessica is excited.

"Wenxuan won!" Liu Yifei clenched his fists and finally won!

"It's over, it's finally over." Yuli smiled.

"How many points will I get up?" Taeyeon suddenly thought of this question.

The Chinese audience is going crazy, as if they have won the Anti-Japanese War. This competition, which was promoted to the national level, when Ling Wenxuan won the competition, everyone received a strong sense of national honor. (To be continued.) )