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In the sky, a cloud of white clouds emerges and gathers.

These clouds are a popular flying technique for the monks, and clouds have been a practical disguise since ancient times.

Ancient people sometimes saw the cactus of 'Tengyun Driving Fog’, many of whom were so-so monks. Forgot to cover themselves with 'Invisible’ spells while flying, they were accidentally seen by ordinary people.

Of course, there are also monks who, for some reason, take the initiative to appear among mortals in order to accomplish some tasks.

Now, some of the monks in the audience, as well as the Chu disciples, climb onto these cloud-like flying machines. They will watch the 'Hand Tractor Race' on the clouds all the way.

And some seniors who are referees will use their own flying swords or unique flying instruments to follow the contestants closely.

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In the sky, the White Venerable presides over the beginning of the competition: "Attention, players, the first Reality Hand Tractor Competition is about to begin! ”

“This is the legendary White Senior. ”

“As legendary as it is, the handsome white senior, just a glance, makes people completely blind. Even if I marry the white man immediately, it's no problem!” There was a nun with a shy face.

“Shall we say goodbye? I heard Senior White is psychic. ”

“Hey, hey, when do you carry a incense burner with you? ”

“Necessary, we who repair the truth must be well prepared before doing anything. I heard that this' handrail tractor contest 'was hosted by the White Honor, and I quietly brought the incense oven. ”

Su Wen looked at the friends on the side: “…”

It always feels like all the friends on the side are spelling it out?

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With the sound of the White Honourable, all fairies, preachers, masters, Confucianists and some friends of the White Honourable, such as Shinjun, all climbed down from their hand tractors.

Fairies, Taoists, Masters, Monsieurs, and Demons, each with a tractor joystick.

Then these charming fairies, preachers, and high priests came to the tractor head, and they skillfully pressed the stepper and plugged the joystick in.

And then... fairies, mayors, masters shake the tractor joystick hard.

On the white clouds in the sky, there are already a lot of Daoists blushing, trying to laugh and not laughing - forgive them for laughing so low, it's so visually impactful to see a bunch of predecessors bending over and lifting their hips, gripping the joystick, and dying spinning.

In fact, it was obviously just a very ordinary picture of the tractor, but because of the identity of the person shaking the tractor, the scene became unexpectedly interesting.

“Shame on you, why can't you replace this‘ hand shake start 'feature of the armrest tractor?” The North River dispersed easily started the tractor and made a noise.

“Top North River. ”

Top North River +1

“Top North River +2”

“You guys are so naive, because Senior White said, 'Hand Shake Start' is the fun and essence of a hand tractor!” Shirakatsu Shinjundao on one side.

As the current generations talked about it, the white honored fell from the sky.

Subsequently, he released an armrest tractor from his space equipment and skillfully pulled out the tractor joystick, which was activated by a bombardment.

The Pope asked: "Senior White is going to compete too? ”

“No, I'm not going to race.” The White Honored replied.

The main reason why he organized this' handrail tractor competition 'was because the white man himself loved playing with this special' car ’.

Unfortunately, as a track setter and contest organizer, his participation in the contest was somewhat unfair.

So, you can only join the competition in another capacity, it's fun.

“I will follow you as a team referee. At the same time, prevent any unexpected event that endangers the lives of Daoyou during the match.” The White Honored.

The Daoists nodded understanding.

“Also, please do your best to compete and use all your strength!” He said, pointing to the sky, only to see a huge gossip array in the sky spinning still.

In the middle of the gossip array chart, there is a huge mirror that records everything that is happening below and stores it in the gossip array.

“Is that... the gossip information collector for the Brother's Daily?” The North River is frozen.

"Yes, this is the first ‘hand tractor competition' in the Brotherhood, so I contacted the Brothers' Daily News to record and broadcast the entire tournament. So, come on, everybody. ”

Creating the Pope: "…”

Crazy Knife Triple Wave: “So we just stood in line, crazily shaking the hand tractor joystick, it was all filmed... and it was broadcast live to the whole world of repair? ”

Oriental Fairy's face was stiff.

The North River scattered: “Is it time for me to quit the game? ”

Crazy Knife Triple Wave silenced down.

After a moment, suddenly, the Mad Knife Sanlang greeted the 'gossip information collector’ and shook his arms out: “Hello everyone, this is Tianhe Su Shiqi, my racing number is 38, please remember me, cheer me up! ”

Song Shuhang: “Po...”

North River scattered: “Po...”

Zhenjun Huangshan: “Po...”

Other group of friends: “Po..."

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Snow Wolf Cave master silently took a business card from his arms and handed it to Mad Sword Sanlang: “Brother Sanlang, this is the business card of the pharmacist's disciple, Miss Jiang Ziyang. I think you'll use it after the game. ”

Sawatari took a look at the business card and then laughed, "Don't worry, I'll be fine. I don't need this card. ”

Snow Wolf Cave main mouth twitch, Sanlang, what is your confident raw material, can you divide me about two milligrams?

In the sky, the presiding judge, the honored spiritual butterfly, glanced at the beloved daughter Yoko Yu, and sighed: “Well, the game has officially begun! ”

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Daoists from the Kowloon 1 group, as well as some Daoists from the White House, climbed onto the tractor.

Song Shuhang similarly controlled Prince Feng's body and climbed onto the No. 44 armrest tractor.

Next, just wait till you hear the referee of the tornado call out to your positions - get ready! ’In a moment, he'll let the hand tractor go!

Take a deep breath.

He's Song Shuhang. How could he lose over a three-second delay in the district?

“Stand by!” The cyclone held up his commanding gun, and at this moment all the contestants and audiences focused their attention on him!

This is what it feels like to be brilliant, the best and coolest style, the favorite of the cyclone.

“Ready!” The whirlwind honored shouted.

All the contestants grabbed the handrail tractor with their hands and broke their spirits.

“Now!” At this moment, Song Shuhang gave "departure" orders to Prince Feng's body! In three seconds, the number 44 armrest tractor will depart.

Next thing you know, it's time for the Tornado to fire his command gun!

0.3 seconds later...

The cyclone still held the command gun high, but did not pull the gun wrench. His mouth opened slightly, sending a strange number: “1...”

What is it?

Song Shuhang is all over the place, why is it a number?

Shouldn't we be shooting now?

“2!” The cyclone still had no intention of shooting.

Shoot me, shoot me, or I'll be out in three seconds!

“Three!” continued the cyclone reverend.

Three, three. Is that enough?

Because it is a monk's reason, cyclone honor reads the numbers slightly faster, and when the three numbers are finished, it takes only about two seconds, plus the delay of the previous cyclone honor reads the numbers, which takes about 2.3 seconds.

Shooting back at this time, I have a delay of three seconds, if I shoot at this time, I can just press the gun to start!

But the cyclone still didn't shoot, and he whispered, “Four! ”

Song Shuhang sucked his nose, even if he wanted to report a number, wouldn't one, two, three be enough? Why do you have to report number four?

If it wasn't for one, two, three, how long would the cyclone have to report to the numbers before shooting? Don't keep counting to ten, okay?

This is not a set of cards.

No, three seconds is almost up.

Shoot me, referee! Shoot me! There's no time!

But what made Song Shuhang desperate was that the cyclone revered had still not fired. He made the sound of Song Shuhang's liver hurting: “5..."

Song Shuhang's eyes suddenly wet.

Three seconds, it's already here.

Dude Phoenix's hand, because of three seconds ago, held onto the handle of the hand tractor, a series of operations.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Stop it, the game hasn't started yet, now it's time to stop!

But unfortunately, even if you want to stop, it will take three seconds for this order to be passed on to Prince Phoenix.

So, in the eyes of the crowd; in the lens of the 'gossip collector'; in the eyes of the contestants on the sidelines and the referee of the whirlwind.

synaptic synapses…

Phoenix's hand tractor rushed wildly forward. That speed was fast! Looks like Dude Phoenix put at least ten times the speed array in the car!

Crazy Knife Three Waves: "Huh? Has the referee fired? ”

The North River is scattered: “No way, didn't you see that the senior cyclone is also foolish? ”

Crazy Knife Three Waves: “Then why did Phoenix suddenly rush out? ”

Psychiatric Pope: “Probably going nuts again, you know his race, sometimes suddenly he gets nervous. ”

“But leave him alone?” Crazy Knife Triple Wave.

Just as friends were discussing it, the white dignitary next door stood up and pointed his hand at the 'Phoenix Killer' hand tractor...