The third echelon will still have some powerful auxiliary superpowers, but the Fire Hand is purely combat-type, which is a bit embarrassing.

No wonder...

cough.

Sometimes, if you are in the wrong direction, it is good to give up early.

...

"rest assured."

"I'm used to it."

Uncle Zhang was very calm, "Give up means giving up, I won't worry."

"Um."

Han Feng nodded slightly.

“How is your park sand table complete?”

Uncle Zhang lit a cigarette and took a sip.

“92%!”

Han Feng answered truthfully.

"How many?!"

Uncle Zhang's hand trembled and the cigarette butt burned it in his hand.

However, he didn't care, but stared at Han Feng blankly. Although he didn't understand the sand table master, he heard Lao Wang say this that day...

It seems that you can get the qualification certificate of "Creation Sand Table Master" as long as you only have 100% of it!

etc.

That is to say.

It took Han Feng only half a month to break through the F-level?!

This fucking...

He has been practicing superpowers for twenty years!

"You wait."

Uncle Zhang took a deep breath and suddenly felt that this kind of blow could not be endured by himself. He had to share it and let others suffer with him.

Um……

"Old Wang?"

Uncle Zhang called Wang Jiancai back.

"What are you doing?"

Lao Wang was dissatisfied.

His work is not over yet.

"Guess how much is the completion of Han Feng's sand table?"

Uncle Zhang smiled slightly.

"oh?"

Lao Wang thought about it and decided to go big, "Can you... it has reached 30%?"

"hehe."

Old Zhang smiled slightly and stretched out his finger: "92%!"

???

Lao Wang's eyes went from doubt to shock. After confirming it with Han Feng, they went from shock to doubting life, and finally squatted in the corner in a daze.

"Uncle Wang..."

Han Feng felt a little embarrassed.

Uncle Zhang is good at everything, but he always cheats on his own people, which is very bad.

"hey-hey."

Uncle Zhang had a smirk on his face.

Tsk.

Let Lao Wang show off how wise he is to become a sand table master when he has something to do, and how stupid he is to give up his superpowers...

Now……

hey-hey.

"Do you know?"

"Han Feng."

Uncle Wang cried, "It took me five years to become a Sand Table Master of Creation!"

“When others play games, I’m practicing the sand table.”

“When others read novels, I was practicing sand tables.”

“When others are in love, I’m practicing the sand table.”

"When others failed the exam, I was practicing the sand table."

"What's the result?"

"I am still a creation sand table master now, and I am still a long way from deducing sand table masters. You are about to catch up with me in just half a month..."

"What's the point of my years?"

Uncle Wang is sad.

“…”

Han Feng didn't know how to comfort him, "Do you regret becoming a sand table master?"

"No."

Uncle Wang shook his head, "I just regretted that I wasted my time in college. Whenever I knew something about college back then, I would not be single now."

Han Feng:???

Alas?

"yes."

The pride on Lao Zhang's face also solidified, and when it comes to feelings...

Why.

Life has changed unpredictably along the way.

No hurry, I'm only twenty.

No hurry, I'm only twenty-five.

No hurry, I'm only thirty.

What's the hurry? I'm thirty-five, is it useful to be anxious?

What's the hurry? I'm forty...

Then.

That's it.

then.

Uncle Zhang was also depressed.

"Han Feng."

"Do you know?"

Uncle Zhang's eyes were a little lost, "I had dinner with your dad and skipped classes and got beaten together... Even the girls who liked each other liked him."

"Why?"

Han Feng was surprised, "Is it..."

"yes."

Uncle Zhang sighed, "I did like your mother back then, but your father chased you first, and I will help your father chase you together."

"You are so righteous!"

Han Feng was amazed.

Uncle Zhang is indeed kind and righteous.
To be continued...