In a bush of purple flowers, Long Ting stopped, stood on tiptoe, and acted at Jia Meng's character, as if he wanted to help her character organize his messy hair.
A trace of warmth and emotion emerged in Jia Meng's heart, but he still sent a message to stop him: "Don't touch me."
Long Ting ignored her, turning around her, hesitatingly said: "Miss Sister, can you give up this novice PK match?"
Jia Meng said: "What a joke! I finally won the first place in the Qinglong group, why should I give up? Not only must I complete the task smoothly, I also want to win the championship of this newbie PK tournament, for the Unreal City sect Bring honor!"
"I'd rather you stay in the quiet Novice Village forever than you would take risks!" Long Ting pulled down a beautiful and blooming purple flower among the flowers and held it up in front of Jia Meng, "You haven't been here yet. A map, right? This is a crape myrtle flower, a symbol of good luck, for you..."
Jia Meng was too lazy to bother, and sent straight back to the rookie PK arena.
Thirty minutes before the opening of the pinnacle final, the audience temporarily left a lot. However, when she walked along the aisle into the arena waiting area, she still felt countless pairs of eyes focusing on her.
I just took the first place in a group, and it was so concerned. If I won the championship in this competition, wouldn't I have to become famous? The more Jia Meng thought about it, the more proud he was.
Jia Meng came to the waiting area of the ring and meditated quietly. Unexpectedly, he just sat down and saw a thick hand stretched from his back on his character's shoulder.
She turned her head and turned out to be the last opponent in the group knockout round, the big man with a face full of flesh.
Jia Meng asked on a nearby channel: "What are you doing? The underdogs who play tricks are defeated!"
The big man bent down, his mouth stuck to Jia Meng’s ears, and then privately said: “Look, this rookie PK match did not reserve your place, but as long as you deliberately lose to opponents in other groups, you can be sent to you next time Win the championship."
"Why! Don't even dream of letting me lose!" Jia Meng drew the bleeding sword and pierced the big man's chest.
Unexpectedly, the blade did not hurt him, his chest turned back like a boulder, and the blood sword fell to the ground embarrassingly.
Jia Meng carefully retracted the blood sword into the scabbard and said, "Who are you? Why do you want to manipulate the result of the match? It's not fair!"
The big man didn't reply positively, saying: "I have brought my words, you listen and respect it." Then, he walked slowly, disappearing into the audience without a trace.
The pinnacle finals of the Novice PK Tournament started on time. The first place of the four groups of Qinglong, Baihu, Suzaku and Xuanwu were assigned as a pair by drawing lots, and the winner would get the chance to compete for the championship and runner-up.
The losing team will PK once again, producing the last qualification for the novice PK match task to come to the fore.
Jia Meng came to the lottery box and looked carefully at her opponents for the first time.
Although the novices in Ningbo Village have not formally joined their respective sects, one or two can be guessed from the appearance. After all, every player will always refer to the image of the selected sect when pinching his face!
The first place in the white tiger group is also a woman. The game ID is called Yue Fei. She has a white and beautiful appearance, and she looks like the Tiangong Quemen sect. New 81 Chinese network update the fastest mobile terminal: https:/ァ新ヤ~⑧~1~Chinese network ωωω.χ~⒏~1zщ.còм
The first place in the Suzaku group was a short and capable man with a game ID called Alien, and Jia Meng couldn't help but guess the alien world.
The man of the Xuanwu group, the game ID is Ye Yue, his skin is dark and his teeth are bright white, and his temperament looks like a person from the dark night market.
Jia Meng thought that since ancient times, most girls played games with handicapped gangs. There must be very few technology streams like her. She folded her hands and prayed: "I hope I can be grouped with that fair-skinned and beautiful woman named Yue Fei."
The lottery session opened, and the crowd onlookers became bustling for a while. Amidst the cheers, only a huge four-sided dice fell from the sky and rolled on the ring.
When the first round pauses, the number of points displayed directly above is one, and the second round of pauses is four. According to the rules, one, two, three, and four represent the Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Suzaku, and Xuanwu in turn. Therefore, Jia Meng and the men of Dark Night Market Yeyue gets the chance to actively draw lots to choose his opponent.
Jia Meng closed his eyes and reached into the lottery box, unexpectedly drawing the Suzaku logo!
At the beginning of the game, when the seemingly small and capable foreign man from the Vermillion Bird group stepped onto the stage, Jia Meng felt that his nine-headed body and long legs had already radiated his aura. The man stood quietly on the spot, as if he did not intend to make a move first.
Jia Meng drew the bleeding sword from the scabbard, and took a big stride to the opponent's throat! However, the blood sword sputtered red sparks like a firework cannon.
Jia Meng felt her hand shaking the phone in a panic.
When she saw the sparks burn out, the blood sword had melted into a pile of dark red molten iron and sprinkled on the ring, seeming to seep into the big red carpet of the ring.
When only a bare sword hilt was left in Jia Meng's hand, there was a lot of noise at the scene, and some disappointed people had begun to leave the scene one after another.
The opponent smiled triumphantly, threw a stone easily, knocked down the hilt of the sword in Jia Meng's hand, and then threw several stones in succession, hitting her shoulders, chest and thighs in turn, relaxed The ground hand knocked her to the ground without the power to bind a chicken...
At this moment, Jia Meng yearned for the appearance of Long Ting's short figure like never before, and pulled her hand in the crowd like last time, walked through the crowded crowd, and took her to a place where there was no focus, no matter where she was.
However, Long Ting did not appear.
Jia Meng stepped off the ring and quietly closed his eyes in the audience to meditate and rest. She wasn't really resting, she just wanted to pretend that she didn't see everyone's gaze, and didn't see the sorrowful discussions in the World Channel, those regrets, or everything that she despised.
Soon, the PK result of another group came out. A player named "Yeyue" in the Dark Night Market of the Xuanwu Group won the game effortlessly.
Although he has missed the championship, Jia Meng still has the qualifications to compete for third place.
Dramatically, the fair-skinned and beautiful woman she had expected to be divided into a group now has a natural chance to become her opponent.
However, she didn't even have the courage to challenge her most despised opponent.
The fight for third place started, and Jia Meng was so desperate that he closed his eyes.
She just waited for the fair-skinned woman to give her a happy break. Ten seconds passed... The woman did not move. 30 seconds... 1 minute... 5 minutes... The time limit for the game is up!
With cheers and sighs coming from his ears, when Jia Meng opened his eyes, he saw a pop-up prompt on the phone screen: Congratulations on winning the third place in the Novice PK Tournament and successfully completing the [Standing Out] task!
Jia Meng's eyes moistened, and she was crying with joy. A game in a game is so overwhelming. She can't wait to share the joy of victory with her only game friend.
Jia Meng sent a private chat to Long Ting: "Although I didn't win the championship, I won the third place, and finally completed the task! Thank you for your care!"
Long Ting did not reply for a long time.
Jia Meng, who blamed Long Ting in his heart, didn't know that an unknown transaction was taking place in the underground castle of Dark Night Ruins.