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"I didn't expect you to be quite capable when you are serious..." Bei Ling still gave a favorable evaluation to Xiao Tan who had returned.
"Yeah, especially the impulsive behavior of giving up the advantage and taking the decisive blow at the end made someone show a heart-pounding expression." Feng Bujue smiled slyly, pointed at Sad Ling with his finger, "playing handsome Winning is more important, that's the truth."
"Team leader...don't fabricate some unwarranted scenarios, it will easily lead to misunderstanding." Bei Lingxu raised his eyes and squinted at Brother Jue and said.
"I saw it too." Siyu betrayed her cousin without hesitation...
"Cousin!" Bei Ling blushed suddenly, and said in a complaining tone.
Xiao Tan just smiled at the side and didn't say anything. He's a kind guy who doesn't usually push himself too far.
Feng Bujue knew enough was enough, he immediately changed the subject, "So... Now that you've entered the winner's group, if nothing else happens, you won't be competing for the next two days. And your continuous overtime work is over. , should be able to take advantage of the rest day to practice leveling."
"Well... I hope so too," Xiaotan continued, "It's just... the victory just now doesn't guarantee that I will advance to the second round. What if my record ranks in the bottom 120 of the winner's group , don’t you still have to play in the play-offs?”
"Do you have some confidence in yourself? You have forty-two victories in hand." Bei Ling encouraged, "There are 1,500 people in the winner's group, and only 8% of them need to play in the play-offs; If you think too much about other people's results, in fact, most of them won the promotion after playing 50 games, and there are only a handful of people who won more than 45 games, so your record is obviously higher than the average."
"Yes...is it..." Xiao Tan scratched his head and replied.
"Of course it is." Feng Bujue continued, "Judging from her tone, she must have already investigated it. She must have read a lot of posts on the forum and combined the analysis made with the qualifying list." He paused. "According to the detective's intuition and experience, the fact that Little Bones cares so much about a person must be plotting something wrong..."
"Aren't you an artist and a great writer?" Bei Ling interrupted in a very unhappy tone, "You have changed jobs again!"
"Hmph... I can become all kinds of people and do all kinds of things when necessary." Feng Bujue replied angrily, "I have so many hidden identities. A few hours ago, I And saved Earth from the clutches of the Martians."
"You just ate some takoyaki after dinner..." Xiaotan knew him best, obviously, this brother has used it more than once.
"Hmm..." After Feng Bujue was exposed. She curled her lips and changed the subject again, "Then what... it's getting late, everyone, let's make a team book. If you want to go further in the peak competition, Xiaotan's spiritual skill level needs to be improved urgently."
"Cut... I am very concerned about Xiao Tan's affairs, and I always make fun of me... talking about things..." Bei Ling muttered softly.
Xiao Tan was the closest to her and could hear clearly, so she immediately leaned into her ear and whispered. "That... there should be some."
Sad Ling rolled his eyes at him: "What's the matter?"
"Hey..." Xiaotan smiled, but didn't answer.
"Believe it or not, I'm offline now. I will drive to your house within fifteen minutes, break in, pull you out of the game cabin, and then smother you with a pillow." Bei Ling finished the sentence in one breath.
"Okay, no." Xiao Tan still let her. "Forget that I'm afraid of you..."
...
At the same time, the game mall.
On the main screen, the two commentators have just finished broadcasting a focus battle - [Laughing and Asking the Heavens] vs [Vishnu]
This is a direct dialogue between No. 6 and No. 7 on the combat power rankings.
In the end, the person known as the "Lord of Laughter" asked the sky with a smile. Successfully beheaded the No. 2 figure of the gods and sent Vishnu to the playoffs.
While the audience was still discussing the fierce fight, the live broadcast of another match was switched to the main screen.
"Everyone, welcome back." Narrator A said, "I'm Pan Feng, the narrator."
Narrator B continued, "I'm Hua Xiong, the narrator."
Pan Fengdao, "The duel just now was really soul-stirring, and I can't get enough of it."
Hua Xiong said: "However, tonight's live broadcast is not over yet, and there are still many contestants whose matches have not been decided. Now, please clear up your emotions and join us in another ongoing battle."
The two game masters do not appear on the screen, players can only hear their voices.
At this time, the scene on the main screen of the mall has switched to the script map.
The pictures of the game are naturally taken by the system, usually from a high place overlooking the angle, and the camera will zoom in and out from time to time, and even vibrate; the light and shadow effects are also simulated real scene shooting, strong light, darkness, sand, dust, Splashes, etc., will have an impact on the broadcast screen.
In terms of sound, it is 360-degree surround sound, and there will never be rustling sound when the microphone is listening. If the two sides of the battle talk, as long as they speak loud and clear, they will be broadcast. Of course, whispers or low-pitched understatements cannot be recorded.
"In the first round, among the top 20 players on the combat power rankings who encountered each other, only Xiaowen Cangtian and Vishnu just now were there. It seems that the luck of these two is not very good." Hua Hua Xiong continued what he said just now, "Other high-ranking players have won one after another, and the one who is still fighting is this... [Meng Jing Chan] player."
Pan Feng continued, "I believe most players are familiar with Meng Jing Chan player. He is one of the four masters of 'Order', 'Drunken Life, Dreams and Death', and a star player among professional players." He paused, " And his opponent may not be familiar to everyone. Here is a brief introduction... This [Long Aomin] contestant belongs to the club "Blade Edge"; his level is the same as that of Meng Jingchan, both are thirty-seven level; and his title is...[Shield of Rage]."
Hua Xiong continued: "Just like everyone else, we have just seen the game. Judging from the situation at the moment, it seems that player Meng Jingchan has the upper hand and is suppressing player Long Aomin's onslaught." His tone was slightly Changed, "It seems that this game has come to an end, it really is the side with a higher combat rating..."
Pan Feng suddenly interrupted his partner: "Wait! Audiences, please look! Player Long Aomin's whole body was suddenly enveloped by a golden grudge, and he started to fight back! Are you going to give up defense and lose?"
Hua Xiong also followed up and said: "Meng Jingchan also launched a powerful skill to suppress it. You can tell from the special effects that this move is extraordinary. This is undoubtedly a sure-fire blow! Oh! The attack is actually ineffective! Long Aomin came to a very powerful Location!"
The two speak extremely fast, but the two players in the picture play even faster.
The sound of ping, ping, clang and clang is the concerto of sword and shield.
The sound of booming and whirring is a chorus of speed and strength.
In the script, Long Ge, who is full of golden light, has already snatched up in front of Meng Jingchan. At this moment, the latter, whose physical value has returned to zero, has become a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
Perhaps in the eyes of others, it was Meng Jingchan who was pressing down on Long Aomin just now, but in fact, Meng Jingchan was the passive one. The reason why he attacked continuously was because he had no choice.
From the beginning of the script until now, Meng Jingchan has never been able to crack Long Aomin's defense system. When his physical fitness bottomed out, Brother Long activated his title ability, and launched a decisive counterattack in one go.
"Hehe... I didn't expect that I lost here..." Seeing that the situation was over, Meng Jingchan simply sat down on the ground and muttered with a wry smile.
Long Aomin is an open-minded person, he will not intentionally embarrass his opponent: "Your fast sword met my slow shield, it can only be said that you are unlucky. Anyway, with your ability, the playoffs should not be able to stop you Yours..."
"Who would have known..." Meng Jingchan smiled, "Don't look at me like this, our studio also has requirements for my record... Heh... The pressure will be great next time."
"Then I wish you good luck." Long Aomin said, swinging the final blow.
Meng Jingchan shrugged and said, "To each other..." (..) RT
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