Feng Ningshuang slapped his palm and said with a smile: "Okay! Just say this to you, I won these three dishes back and shared them with you! ”

"And me?" Wei Yanyu poked out half of her head and smiled at her.

Feng Ning Shuang said boldly: "No problem! ”

Fu Tianji's face sank, turned his head, and his murderous gaze cut at Wei Yanyu: What's the matter with you? Get lost.

Wei Yanyu smiled indifferently and didn't care.

Feng Ningshuang stroked the folds on his shirt and walked generously towards the field.

There were already more than 20 people standing on the field, all of whom were contestants from various sects, and they were about the same age as her. She also saw Xie Yun of Spirit Sword Villa, which was also half an acquaintance.

The immortal attendants of Mengji Mountain were busy on the side, rushing to arrange the first competition question.

Xie Yun suddenly divided the crowd, walked towards Feng Ningshuang, and said shyly: "Brother Tai, I once had a relationship with Ling Mei, I don't know how she is now?" ””

Feng Ningshuang remembered that he was a "man's body", and held back a smile, looking like he hated iron but not steel: "She's very good, but she's a little stupid, and her practice just hasn't made much progress." ”

To tell the truth, her flame level is still stuck at "Burning Fire", sad.

Xie Yun coughed lightly and said in a low voice: "Please tell her: even if she has no success in her technique, Xiaosheng is willing to accompany her and protect her." After saying that, the roots of his ears turned red.

Seeing him like this, Feng Ningshuang couldn't bear to lie to him. At this time, a cloud suddenly floated in the air, and somehow, it floated to Xie Yun's head, and with a bang, the rain splashed on him accurately, and he instantly became a soup chicken, stunned in place.

Feng Ningshuang was speechless for a moment, and glanced at the initiator, only to see the lump of ice drinking as if nothing had happened, and his index finger tapping lightly on the table, which seemed to have nothing to do with him.

Feng Ningshuang shook his head - the law of the jungle eats the strong, this is a cruel world, who said that strength is useless?

The time for Xie Yun to go off the field to change clothes has already been arranged on the field.

Two long stoves, with more than ten hollows in the middle, each with a soup pot in it. Wind Frost and the contestants went to open the lid of the soup pot and inspect it.

Inside were all kinds of rare medicinal herbs, prepared in a certain proportion, and a bundle of straw was placed under each soup pot, and a small cluster of flames had been formed.

As Lu Yu introduced before, this is a question to test spiritual power: at a distance of 100 steps, use spiritual power to control the size of the fire and boil the decoction.

In fact, it is not difficult to boil, but the difficulty lies in the heat - if the fire is small, the herbs cannot be boiled to give off the effect; If the fire is too large, it will destroy the efficacy of the herbs. There must be large and small in the middle, and the length of time must be properly controlled, which is very difficult.

As for the outcome of the victory, it is up to the ten heads of various sects and the Son of Heaven on the field to taste and decide.

**

Like everyone else, Feng Ning Frost first chooses a soup pot, then walks a hundred steps away, sits cross-legged, uses his fingers, and manipulates his spiritual power to control the flames.

Lu Yu's three competition questions are all based on "elegance", and there is no life-threatening problem, so Fu Tianji is relieved to let her try, and it really doesn't matter if she can win back the honor for Shushan.

As the minutes passed, the contestants' sitting postures began to loosen, and it was a long competition that tested both spiritual power and endurance.

Feng Ningshuang actually didn't have confidence in this exam question. Her cultivation is shallow, her foundation is average, and her spiritual power is counted down on the field, and the fire spells she has learned are basically useless in this topic.

For example, a person has a rich collection of poetics in his head, but the topic only requires him to write a simple three-character scripture silently, which many people can do, and that can only be compared to other aspects: for example, the quality of calligraphy, the speed of calligraphy, and so on.

After another half an hour, some people's soup pot began to smoke, some people still did not move, and none of the contestants were talking, their hands sealed, carefully controlling the heat.

After another hour, someone finally couldn't hold it anymore, sweat on his forehead, got up and handed in the "exam paper".

The immortal attendants took a small half bowl from the pot and presented it to the emperor and Wei Yanyu and others one by one.

Record each person's character on a piece of paper. There are prepared reference categories on this paper: color, smell, taste, feeling in the stomach, etc.

Another hour passed, and there were still twelve disciples on the field, and the soup began to smoke.

It's not because she controls the heat well, but because her spiritual power is stretched, so she simply gives up and boils and rolls. As for the taste or something, forget it, the skills are not as good as people, lie flat.

Cheng Mengyuan laughed mockingly on the sidelines: It's a shame!

Feng Ningshuang glanced at her, simply didn't hand in the paper, just sat down on the ground, stuck out his tongue and winked at her - I can't do this question, but I don't hand in the paper either, what's the matter? What can you do with me?

Cheng Mengyuan had never seen this kind of cheeky play, so she glanced at her fiercely, and the wind was frosty - anyway, there is still a period of time before the handing in of the papers, let's see how the other contestants are.

It's okay not to look at it, but I was stunned when I saw it.

I saw a candidate take out the kettle in his arms, take a sip, and with a lot of spiritual power, the fire suddenly burned brightly; Another candidate ate a piece of pastry, and after eating, he began to sacrifice spiritual power......

Is it possible that this water and this cake contain ingredients that restore spiritual power? It turns out that these people are ready for a long-term war of resistance before they go on the field! Everyone cheats, and she's the only one who co-authors, is she stupid?

Oh, by the way, she has it too!

Ever since Fu Tianji taught her to cultivate, she has Biling Grass on her body, and when her spiritual power is insufficient, she bites a piece.

Salted fish is expected to turn over!

She secretly raised her sleeve, pretended to cough, took the Biling grass in her sleeve, and quickly tore a small piece. Suddenly, a small stream of spiritual power slowly rose from the dantian.

Haha, I'm awesome.

Cheng Mengyuan suddenly said loudly: "Lu Yu Shangxian, you can't eat food to restore spiritual power in this competition, right?" ”

Lu Yu didn't expect this question. In fact, his wisdom and vision are as wide as his, and he has long seen that almost all of these contestants are a little "tired". But the law does not blame the public, since everyone is like this, he can't expose it all, so he has to save some face for the guests.

In fact, many of the enlightened people present had already seen it, but everyone chose not to say it because they were not sure whether their disciples would also "cheat" temporarily.

In the examination room where everyone cheats, the comparison is who is more "smart", because they all turn a blind eye.

Cheng Mengyuan's question is tantamount to breaking this subtle "tacit" covering the ugly cloth, and "popping" slaps the faces of the heads of all sects.

Lu Yu's face was quite embarrassed, and he coughed, and the language system was immediately organized.

Cheng Mengyuan suddenly pointed at the wind and frost, and said sadly: "What is the fairness of stealing Biling grass? Even if I lose in Shumen, I will lose above board. In this game, we lose! ”

At this moment, the sleek and sophisticated older generation on the field was shocked - the move of the righteous extermination to personally expose the ugliness of the family seems to be a bit high! Damn, how did we not think of that?

Master Wuchen laughed heartily: "Interesting and interesting. It is not difficult to win, but it is difficult to understand 'losing'. Hahaha......."

Cheng Mengyuan was triumphant and laughed so much.

Feng Ningshuang sighed, Cheng Mengyuan said this, which made the Shumen look majestic and upright, but in fact, he inadvertently offended other sects.

Coupled with the fact that Master Wuchen "added fuel to the fire", fools know who he is satirizing.

Some of the heads of the houses had gloomy faces, some looked embarrassed, some were calm, and some gritted their teeth secretly.

Feng Ningshuang saw all these in his eyes and sighed slightly in his heart. This Cheng Mengkite, killing a hundred enemies and losing 8,000 himself, this is called the next two battles in Shumen, how to deal with himself?

In order to save face, in the next two battles, other sects will definitely give death orders to let their disciples go all out.

She looked at Fu Tianji's face, which was colder than dog days, and also glanced at Wei Yanyu's slightly locked expression. Obviously, they all understand the mystery of this, but in this case, neither of them can publicly describe this "two or five boys" Cheng Mengkite.

Feng Ningshuang thought about it and said generously: "I lost." Senior sister is right, my Shumen has always been above board, and it is my mistake that I am wrong. In the next two rounds, I will definitely win the game with dignity! ”

The front apologized sincerely and bowed low, and the latter sentence suddenly became angry and swallowed mountains and rivers, and everyone was in an uproar.

Fu Tianji and Wei Yanyu had different expressions.

Wind Frost doesn't really have a choice.

The sign of "Wei Guangzheng" in Shumen was erected by Cheng Mengyuan like this, if she loses next, she will be embarrassed, but as a contestant who was pushed out by Fu Tianji, it will make Fu Tianji's face dull.

Even if Fu Tianji doesn't care, what about Wei Yanyu, the head of Shumen? He has the honor of a sect, and he is also kind to himself, if she lies flat, her conscience will hurt. Rather than this, it is better to fight against the water, and if you don't succeed, you will become a benevolent.

Cheng Mengyuan didn't notice it, and was still "interested" to dig a pit for Feng Ningshuang: "It's good to know your mistakes." But what if you can't win the next two games? ”

"Then I will have no shame to face the master, and I will ask myself to withdraw from Shumen." Feng Ningshuang said leisurely. I thought to myself, are you satisfied?

Cheng Mengyuan was really triumphant and stopped talking. Inadvertently looked at Wei Yanyu at the top, only to see him looking at him, all of them were tired and disappointed. She bit her silver teeth, anyway, the words were spoken, as long as the wind condensation frost was driven out, the coming days would be long, and then slowly win back Wei Yanyu's favor was the same!

Feng Ningshuang suddenly said, "However, if I win the game, can Senior Sister promise me one thing?" ”

Cheng Mengyuan said coldly: "You represent our Shumen to fight, and it is supposed to win the honor." What is there to talk about? ”

Feng Ningshuang grinned and said, "I even made such a heavy oath, and you didn't even listen to anything, so you refused first?" Are you so sure I'm going to win? ”

Cheng Mengyuan's face suddenly turned blue, and the other sects were happy to see the internal tears of this first sect, and their hearts were dark, and they wished that the storm would come more violently.

Wuchen clapped his hands and coaxed: "A little immortal has the courage to break the kettle, Miss Cheng, why don't you listen to something?" Hahahaha......"

Cheng Mengyuan was so choked that she couldn't speak. Feng Ningshuang said leisurely: "What I want is very simple, as long as Senior Sister Cheng says three words." ”

Wuchen seemed to say, "Oh? Just three words? ”

Feng Ningshuang wrenched his fingers and said, "First sentence: I was wrong. Sentence 2: I shouldn't have broken my mouth. Sentence 3: I am a pig's head. Mmmm, it's just these three sentences, it's not difficult, right? ”

The audience was silent, the needle drop could be heard, and after a while, the hall burst into laughter.