As it turns out, these guys were pretty farsighted.
"Nonsence!!"
"Thank you..." Wang Yu said softly.
During this year, Wang Yu experienced too much suffering and gained a lot of emotion.
When Wang Yu left home a year ago, it was also this season, and it was also raining.
As for the others, such a wicked guy like Ji Shisan certainly didn't dare to provoke a master of martial arts like the Wang family, so he had to swallow his sulk.
So the players made a fuss on the forum, and the Quanzhen Sect, as the instigator, became the target of public criticism.
The dirty tricks you play are all leftovers from professional masters playing back then, okay? A bunch of stinky shameless people.
Even those players who used to play online games as stand-alone games have heard of Quanzhen Sect's notoriety.
Wang Yu and the others were dumbfounded.
No way, no matter how fierce the online players yelled, the Keyboard Man only dared to make a sound, but this group of kung fu players really didn't know what to do.
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When the sun comes out, the whole world seems to have been washed, and it is fragrant.
It's raining outside.
Not all players have the capital to watch the game live, so every professional league, the players in the game will stay in front of the computer to watch the live broadcast.
Perhaps in the near future, Wang Yu will return home and become his successor, but even though his life trajectory at that time is the same as planned before, Wang Yu is not the same canary as before.
Lao Niu's intention is very simple. Invite everyone to dinner. Besides celebrating Quanzhen Sect's first championship, the most important thing is to let Bingqing Yujie sit down and get in touch with Wang Yu and others. Take today's game to heart.
Coming to the arena again, there were many more spectators than in the previous two days.
Youdao is that the final right of interpretation belongs to Longteng Company, and it is impossible to refund the money. I just want to tell everyone that there is a wrong and a debt, and that the competition has nothing to do with the organizer...
The difference is that at that time, Wang Yu was still a canary that had just been released from the cage, leaving no need to worry about survival without the slightest free space, Wang Yu was at a loss, and his life seemed to be lost.
"Thank you too." Mu Zixian hugged Wang Yu tightly.
Hearing Wang Yu's words, the audience raised their middle fingers in unison.
As soon as the match was over, everyone clamored for Longteng Company to refund the money.
The fan slogans behind each team are also dazzling. The professional fans and the amateur support groups are not in the same dimension at all.
In the beginning, only a few people catered, but later more and more people shouted slogans, and finally tens of thousands of people shouted in unison.
After a meal, everyone shook hands and made peace, and the worries of everyone in Quanzhen Sect disappeared.
"Hmm! It's been a year." Mu Zixian smiled, his face brimming with happiness.
Overnight, Quanzhen Sect became popular in all major game sections of "Rebirth".
In the game circle, the attention of professional leagues is still very high. After all, those professional players don't show their faces on weekdays, they only show their faces in professional leagues.
Birds should look to the sky, shouldn't they
In fact, I really want to write the words "the whole book is finished" here, but the plot is not finished yet, and unfinished endings are not my style. Of course, more importantly, I don't want to be misunderstood as a blade smuggler.
The shameless bastards of the Quanzhen Sect not only affected the game experience of the opponents, but also seriously affected the viewing experience of the audience.
There is nothing more fulfilling than seeing a big boy who can't even survive a basic life become a man who is indomitable.
Now every main city in the game has a public arena. In the holographic mode, there is not much difference between watching the game in the public arena and watching it on the spot.
Seeing the people from Quanzhen Sect enter the arena, at this moment, someone in the arena took the lead and yelled loudly: "Quanzhen Sect get out of the game circle, and the mob get out of the professional competition."
The first two days were for the amateur group competition. You can just watch the live broadcast in the game. If you spend money to watch the amateur group competition live, isn’t that a waste of money
But the players don't think so. Since everyone pays to watch the live broadcast, the competition team must let everyone pay back the ticket price.
Fifty or sixty people sat together, and the scene was very strange.
In the auditorium at this time, support groups from major teams were everywhere, and banners were unfurled, which was really spectacular.
Confucius said: Is it still young if you are not frivolous
This is the power of idols...
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You must know that everyone is a passionate and impulsive young man from a family of martial arts. If you suffer a loss in the arena, you will inevitably make up for it off the arena.
Wang Yu was not afraid, but without the protection of the game, these friends around Wang Yu were just a group of weak ordinary people.
Quanzhen teaches these people, of course they don't care about these false names. At this time, they won the championship of the amateur group, and they are being dragged by Comrade Lao Niu to eat together.
Of course, Longteng Company, as a company that creates games with heart, will naturally not give up this opportunity to make money. The public arena also needs to buy tickets, but it is much cheaper than the high ticket price at the scene.
The rain scene at night in Linhai City is very beautiful.
In fact, Bingqing Yujie, Nian Liuyun and others are all from big families, well-educated, although they are lonely and arrogant, but they are not ignorant people, they are convinced of the loss this time, and they have no other thoughts.
A group of people entered the arena wiping cold sweat.
Wang Yu stood in front of the window, with his arms around Mu Zixian's waist, looking at the outside world through the glass, deeply moved in his heart.
What about "I am brother X in society, people don't talk too much cruelly", "We are brothers everywhere, and we always win after many battles"...
Everyone eats and eats together, talks about the matter, and we will be friends from now on, so naturally there will be no other accidents.
Back at the hotel, it was already late at night.
Present here are not only those famous martial arts masters, but also Bingqing Yujie and his group who were played by a group of Quanzhen teachers until they vomited blood.
Meow, a group of shameless thugs just broke into the professional competition group by mistake by relying on conspiracy and trickery. It's just that professional-level masters have nothing to eat.
This is also within reason.
The bitch Wuji clasped his fists and replied, "Thank you for your support... comrades have worked hard."
"It's been a year!" Wang Yu said lightly.
"Awesome! Social society."
The rain is still falling, and rainy days always make people sleep extra deeply.
Especially Mu Zixian taught Wang Yu how to survive, taught Wang Yu how to love others, and even taught Wang Yu how to adapt to this prosperous and strange world.
Now there are Wang Yu and his father, the two people in the future kung fu circle talking about peace, even if the resentment in their hearts is hard to calm down, they immediately express their views.
Friendship, love, family affection...all of these are never without contradictions, and everything is achieved by oneself.
"champion… "
The scene was deafening, and the shouting made the Quanzhen Sect group feel elated, and their hearts were filled with pride.