The First Dude: Dark Emperor, Come To Fight!

Wei Ming and Han Jun were actually very curious, what did Ning Xi, the best performer, want to do?

With a smile on Ning Xi's face, there was a kind of kindness all over his body, "That referee, I just wanted to ask if you still want the sand in the pot?"

"How about it? What about not?" Han Jun asked with great interest.

Ning Xi rolled her eyes in her heart, she knew that this person was a smiling tiger, and if it was Wei Ming, he would definitely give a positive answer.

"If not, then I want to apply to take it away."

Ning Xi paused and said, "If you want, then I want to see if I can replace it with something?"

Wei Ming was stunned for a while, obviously not expecting that Ning Xi would ask for the sand, and asked in confusion, "What do you want the sand for?"

"I want to use this sand to temper my soul after I get down." Ning Xi didn't hide it.

After ten days of sand picking, plus the test stones Wei Ming used just now, Ning Xi was sure that these two kinds of quicksand had been specially treated and could only be picked out with spiritual sense.

If it can be taken away, then take some time every day to pick sand, and over time, the spiritual sense will be better tempered, and it will be more solid and continuous.

Wei Ming was a little surprised by this answer. This method of using sand to temper his soul power was invented by his master. So far, Ning Xi was the first person who proposed to bring it back to temper his soul power.

He usually likes diligent and talented students the most. Looking at Ning Xi, he feels more and more pleasing to the eye, "No need, take it if you want."

Han Jun chuckled softly, "Boy, you are very knowledgeable."

Ning Xi smiled even more, "Thank you for the referee!"

"Then can I get some more?" It's not that she wants to make an inch, but that a pot of sand will lose its tempering effect over time. Only by continuously increasing the quantity and prolonging the time will it be more beneficial.

Of course, Ning Xi also discovered how precious these sands are. After she runs out, she will bring them back to Xiacheng to cultivate the patience of the Beast Masters and temper their soul power. The effect will definitely be very good.

She has always followed the principle of not giving up for nothing.

Wei Ming laughed and saw that Ning Xi was a little slick, but it didn't make people objectionable, "Okay, you can take it all."

At this time, many people also discovered the benefits of picking sand. After listening to the referee asking Ning Xi to take it all away, a contestant from China also raised his hand and said eagerly: "Master referee, can I take some away too. ."

Then people raised their hands one after another, meaning they wanted it too, and the benefits couldn't be taken by Ning Xi alone!

They guessed that the judge should allow them to take their own pot away, but unfortunately they could never guess the judge's temperament.

Wei Ming snorted coldly: "There is a saying that comes first, then arrives. Since I have promised Ning Xi to take it all away, what do you mean by doing this?"

"Also, did I allow you to speak?"

"There are no rules at all, everyone who raised their hand just now will deduct one point!"

After he finished speaking, he turned and walked out of the shed with a sullen face, leaving behind a group of stunned competitors.

What? Points will be deducted if you raise your hand and say a word, and you will not be allowed to live...

Han Jun secretly laughed, Lao Wei's temper was still so irritable!

These contestants also deserve it. Who makes them underestimate the willfulness of the referee. There is a rule that is not expressly written. If it is not pleasing to the eye, points can be deducted.

But of course he wouldn't tell these people openly, how happy he was seeing them get frustrated every day, so he turned around and left.