In order to make it easier for her to rest in the Nuwa Stone space, she placed a set of furniture. At this time, she was wondering whether to take out a chair to make herself more comfortable.

Finally, under the striking choice of making herself comfortable, Feng Qing chose the latter that made herself comfortable.

Spiritual power flashed, and a delicately carved red sandalwood chair appeared behind Feng Qing. The red sandalwood chair was also placed on it with a soft white rabbit-wool cushion, and there was a round and round pillow on it.

Cushions.

Everyone was stunned when they saw this.

Why did this young valley master take out his chair if he doesn't play?

Only Feng Qing was used to everyone's gaze, so she took up the pillow she specially customized in the tailor shop and put it on, patted it, and then sat on the chair, leaning against the soft pillow, and her face squinted comfortably.

Squint your eyes.

Well, it would be even better if you had another bottle of wine.

Feng Qing raised her hand and wanted to bring out wine.

Thinking that the competition was a little more restrained, I took out a small stove, lit it with spiritual power, put water and tea leaves and then started to cook it.

Seeing Feng Qing took out a few more spiritual fruits and cut them into plates, and prepared a small plate of pastries, filling half of the table. Not only did the audience and judges look at her strange eyes, but

The contestants on the ring were shocked and confused when they looked at Feng Qing.

Did the Shaogu Master treat the competition as an outing?

The inquisitor still reacted first, looked at Feng Qing and said nothing to stop it, then coughed heavily to remind the contestants present to pay attention to their competition.

The contestants looked at Feng Qing's stool. Some of them were braver and learned to take out the stool to sit. Others were either unable to hold their faces or had their own stools. They could only secretly envy them.

Feng Qing ignored everything else, poured a cup of tea and took a sip, started picking up the elixir bottle and opening the lid and smelling it.

The judges in the review seat looked at Feng Qing's series of actions with different expressions.

"This alchemy is doing homework standing up to improve the players' concentration. Unexpectedly, the Shaogu Master is haha." The inquisitor of the alchemy teaching didn't know what to say, and smiled awkwardly.

Although Feng Qing did not break the rules, there was no contestant like Feng Qing in the past. He put up chairs to find the most comfortable way to do it as soon as he got up.

"The Master of the Young Valley is extremely talented and doesn't seem to care about this preliminary alchemy competition. It seems that the competition system arranged by my Danxiangtang is too simple, so that the Master of the Young Valley cannot show its strength, so that he can have the spare energy to do so.

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Feng Wanfeng's expression remained unchanged, but his words were filled with another meaning.

Some judges who heard it changed their faces.

"I think it's because the young master of the valley competed one after another a few days ago, and it's possible that he was in poor health. Junior brother, you don't need to think too much."

Feng Poyu said.

"Junior brother, I think the young master of the valley is young and vigorous and has a light body. Senior brother, this alchemy is the most important thing, and it is the most important thing to concentrate. It is as important as the young master of the valley, and it is so important to enjoy and light the alchemy. I really don't want to praise it. I want to see it.

Look, how far can the Shao Valley Lord go like this!"

Everyone kept silent.

The Great Elder also had his eyebrows and eyes slightly drooping, as if he was asleep.

The judges looked at me, I looked at you, and then they each turned their gaze to the arena, not daring to say more.

Now Feng Wanfeng is the only sixth-grade alchemist in the valley, and he holds the Danxiang Hall in his hand, and is in a very popular position. Not to mention the judges of the sect leader and judging the other two hall masters, even Feng Wanfeng's sharpness should be avoided.

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After all, this is a alchemy competition, and Feng Wanwen now has the most say.

However, Feng Qing seemed to be slapping Feng Wanfeng's face. After an hour, he finished answering the questions, put away his chair, tea and pastries, and was the first to walk off the arena.
Chapter completed!