The Anarchic Consort

Murong Changfeng raised his chin, and his side's elongated arc looked arrogant. Just like he expected to win, he had already taken a step forward and was planning to accept the worship of everyone.

I didn’t expect Master Tutian to press the squeaky voice and read the name of Helen Weiwei!

Slamming!

The things in the hands of the figures have fallen.

Even Yan Mingxiang did not expect that it would be such a result. Standing there, there was no time to react.

The smile of Murong Changfeng’s mouth was clear and stiff at that moment. He suddenly grew up with the narrow and narrow scorpion, and the steps he took out were also in the same place. His fingers trembled. Looking back, looking at Herren Weiwei, the blood on his face faded!

How can this be!

How could he lose to a woman who is nothing?

Everyone was stunned by this result, opened his mouth and forgot to close it. The quietness on the field now seems to be heard even with the sound of a needle falling.

No, no...

The winner is the waste?

The only girl who was still yelling at the same time and the expression of Helianjiaer appeared cracks at the same time. The taunts that had to be exported were all thrown back into the throat, and the cheeks were green and white.

In the horror of everyone, Helen Weiwei, who was wearing a white shirt, slowly stepped forward.

Her look has not changed, it is still a small face that looks like a smile, but at this moment people can't open their eyes.

It is also very simple to wear, and there is no match. The long sleeves are floating, the ink is flying, and the black and white is clearly showing the taste of the wind.

Watching the scenes, what jokes? A waste actually defeated Murong Shizi!

When is this woman so cow?

Isn't she not going to be anything?

Murong Shaofeng simply could not accept such a result. He was so arrogant that Wang Fuzi had lost to a waste that had not been touched by the martial arts courses. !

Murong Changfeng deeply calmed the ups and downs in his chest and turned his head to the judges not far away: "Masters, I wrote three programs, one more than you asked, I really don't understand. Where did you lose yourself?"

Master Tu Tian heard the dissatisfaction of Murong Changfeng's tone, his white brow slightly wrinkled, and immediately sighed, his apprentice is still too proud and proud.

"You did write three programs that are not fake, but they are also very good." The master sitting next to the sky, knowing that the sky is not open, just picking up the voice of Murong Changfeng, the soundtrack Laugh: "Shi Zi, you are already very good, but your opponent has written a multiple plan more than you, and each program is better than yours." The implication is that you still have nothing. Convinced.

Murong Changfeng’s face was shocking, like incredible: “More than one plan for me? Impossible, this is absolutely impossible! The parts given by the master have only five sets of plans for martial arts, seven or eight. Kind of plan, it is impossible!"

Hearing that Murong Changfeng said that it was impossible, He Lianjiao changed his face and bit his red lips: "Master, is there any problem with this? Even if someone is an apprentice of the Supreme Master, there can be no such change. ""

"You mean that the old man is in the cover of Helen Weiwei?" The master's face was slightly sinking and said in a bad tone: "Since you feel that I am not fair to do this referee, you will do it."

He Lianjiaer heard the words and his face was embarrassed: "I didn't say that the masters were sheltered, just thought that someone had done something..."

Otherwise, how can a woman win?

"Enough!" At this time, the Tutian master who had not spoken at all, opened his mouth coldly: "I don't want to talk, I don't want you to go down the stage." The result is my decision, if Miss Helian still There are opinions, and the qualifications of the old man’s referee are also canceled.” He said that he looked at the position where the white master was sitting, and there was a deep disappointment in his voice: “It turned out that this is the best that the white master has always been proud of. The students in the hospital can really open the eyes of the old man. Oh, if the students in the hospital are like this, then I suggest that the dean, or the early cancellation of the excellent hospital!"

The white master is stiff, and it looks like he can't wait to find a hole in the ground.

Tu Sufeng smiled warmly and did not answer.

Master Tutian is really angry!

Not only Helianjiao, everyone in the excellent hospital has a feeling of being beaten after hearing this.

The people who were still skeptical, no longer dared to doubt this moment.

Master Tutian is the master of Shizi. Even he said that there is no problem in the trial.

The person who won, it is really Helen Weiwei!

Regardless of the reaction of everyone, Tutian handed over the roll of paper on the hand to the master standing on the side: "Let him see for himself."

The husband bowed his head and handed the rice paper belonging to Helen Weiwei to the hand of Murong Changfeng.

Murong Changfeng looked at the clear thoughts, the narrative is simple, but the key answer in the word stamp, his pupil swayed back and forth.

He never thought about the parts that could be used like this.

Especially in the sixth article, not only him, I am afraid that even his master should not know the little part that is the least valuable in their eyes, it will play such a big role!

"She, she really wrote seven or eight sets of plans?" In the distance, the voice of the figure shook: "Why, why don't you say that you know such a martial arts genius!"

Yan Mingxiang blinked: "You let the old man say, the old man does not know that this girl will be martial arts. The old man only knows that she is unusual in the martial arts! The rest, the old man also saw it today!" He is also very depressed. What! He stayed with the girl for ten days, and he didn’t know the details of the girl!

"God, this year's hospital has collected some monsters in the end!" The shadow of the monster is on the mouth, but the eyes are bright!

Yan Mingxiang touched his chin and said to himself: "No wonder the kid of Tusu, this year I have to go to the dean of the hospital. Since he is the one, he is the one who chose divination next to him... Who will it be?"

"Hey old, what are you talking about? Who is who?" The mind of the figure was only placed on Helen Weiwei. Now he only wants to look at what it will look like when she assembles Wushu.

Yan Mingxiang smiled and smiled. His eyes were deep: "Nothing, I said that you said yes, this year's poor hospital is full of monsters."

And Murong Changfeng, standing on the stage, listened to the sound of the air in his ear, and his body was stiff.

He... really lost?

Lost to one of his most disdainful women?