"Hey, hey, look, Wei Chen, the former captain of Team Blue Rain, is actually playing professionally again. How old is he?"
Everyone in Tyranny was training freely, but Zhang Jiale walked in with a newspaper, smiling and shouting.
"Ah? Old Wei?" Lin Feng became interested upon hearing this.
Wei Chen has always been a very familiar person. He often orders account cards from him, saying that he wants to do some experiments, and then customizes them from himself without interruption. He can be regarded as a very honest partner.
"Yes, now Wei Chen has joined an Internet cafe team called Xingxin in the challenge. There is also a former staff player from the Tiny Herb team named Qiao Yifan on the team. You tell me, he is already so old.
It’s really admirable that he is still playing the game,” Zhang Jiale said.
Lin Feng took the newspaper in Zhang Jiale's hand and looked at it. Among the constant reports from E-Sports Home, a small page in the lower right corner reported on Challenger League teams like Team Xingxin.
Team Happy? Happy Internet Cafe?
Lin Feng looked at it again. The beautiful contestant, Tang Rou, was the short-haired girl from the Internet cafe.
Then Lao Wei, the former captain of Team Blue Rain,
There’s also Qiao Yifan, a former player from Team Tiny Herb. Oh, it’s the Qiao Yifan who challenged Li Xuan in the Challenger League.
Also, Destroy the Man, Cold Hands, Blind Light, Steamed Bun Invasion, Chasing the Haze...
What is all this stuff?
Captain of Team Xingxin, Ye Xiu. Sanren, Lord Grim.
This guy Lao Ye didn't think about coming back to join another team but instead went to the Challenger League to play?
He has a really big heart.
But yes, even if you don’t win the challenge, there are still other teams willing to contact you.
"There seems to be a game video online. I just have some free time and want to see how the former captain of Team Blue Rain is doing." Zhang Xinjie adjusted his glasses and searched the Internet for a video of the game between Team Happy and Team Promise.
The idle professional players also came over to watch the fun. After all, there was no point in playing there by myself. It was better to watch it together.
Zhang Xinjie clicked on the game video and saw that the player from the Happy team in the first game was Baozi Invasion.
This player, called Baozi Invasion, was constantly looking for his opponent, but he couldn't find himself.
He was lost. On such a large map, he wandered left and right but couldn't find his opponent.
In the end, he was beaten to death.
"What's wrong with him? Why doesn't he go into the water? Hahaha."
"It's really difficult to run through this corridor only on the shore, but you can just go into the water. This guy is too funny."
In the eyes of professional players, this game was really about playing professional online game players, but as the party being played, Baozi Invasion brought a lot of laughter to everyone present.
In the second game, the players on the field were nothing but an inch of gray.
"It's that boy from Team Tiny Herb. It seems he really has stopped playing Ghost Swordsman now." Lin Feng said.
"Is it the one you mentioned in the All-Star Challenge?" Han Wenqing asked.
"I didn't expect you would still remember it." Lin Feng smiled.
"At that time, you said that he was very suitable for Tyranny, so I took a note of it. After I found out, he was an assassin, so I gave up. After all, Zhou Guangyi was much better than this guy named Qiao Yifan at that time," Han Wenqing said.
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"Then why has he turned into a ghost now?" Zheng Chengfeng was quite puzzled by this.
"I probably received some advice from an expert," Lin Feng said.
"Very good tactical positioning." Zhang Xinjie nodded. "Moreover, it seems that both parties are extremely professional."
"Behave yourself and be careless. The position he chose was not particularly good." Qin Muyun said.
With everyone watching, the game ended simply. It was not particularly unexpected. It was considered a normal game in the eyes of professional players.
"Oh. Wei Chen is here." Zhang Jiale started to laugh.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, that's too bad, this is just teasing." Qin Muyun also laughed.
This confrontation between warlocks and warlocks was completely won by Wei Chen's overwhelming advantage.
"The casting distance advantage of the windward formation is obvious." Zhang Xinjie said. "Most of the equipment is orange equipment, huh? There are actually silver equipment? There is even a silver weapon."
"Probably the hand of death," Han Wenqing said.
He knew Han Wenqing very well. After all, there were only a few early Yinwu, so he naturally remembered them all.
"It feels like there are two bodies less than Soksar. Generally speaking, he should be inferior to Soksar." Lin Feng said.
"That's not necessarily the case." Zheng Chengfeng said. "Soksar has eleven pieces of silver equipment, which is six heights higher than the average warlock. Look at this windward formation. He only has a few pieces of silver equipment."
Equipment, and the calculation method for the bonuses of these orange equipment is also very simple."
"Then what if it is the Hand of Death, paired with Soxar's other silver equipment? What will happen?" Qin Muyun asked.
Lin Feng continued to calculate the character's attributes and substituted the attributes of the silver armor that Soksar had announced.
"If Soxar replaces the Hand of Death, the distance will definitely increase. But I can't calculate how much. It won't be less than one grid, and it won't be more than two grids."
It's not just weapons that increase the casting distance. The silver armor you wear can also increase the casting distance.
It was impossible to calculate Soxar's casting distance after replacing the Death Hand, but Lin Feng calculated the casting distance after forming a windward formation and Soxar's full-body silver armor.
"If you use Soxar's silver equipment in the windward formation, he will be 1.4 blocks higher than Soxar."
Everyone in Tyranny was silent.
Warlock is a long-range profession. Each additional position may determine life or death in high-level battles.
It's really a veritable hand of death.
Old Wei, Old Wei, you are really a genius. The Hand of Death you made back then was replaced by the Curse of the God of Destruction, so did you specially copy the Hand of Death?
It seems that after you retired, you were unwilling to do so.
In the first season, Excellent Era personally sent him out of the playoffs. In the second season, he led the team to make repeated mistakes and was forced to retire sadly.
It's been so many years and he still wants to come back.
Is the professional arena really that fun?
As expected, the match was won by the Windward Formation. Everyone in Tyranny was about to leave the gossip, but the video of the match cut off the waiting time and quickly moved to the arena match.
Battle Mage, Soft Mist.
"That beautiful audience member at the All-Star Challenge?" Zhang Xinjie remembered this ID.
"There are also photos in the newspaper. She is a beautiful woman with no blind spots." Zhang Jiale said. "And she is not too old, Yingying. This beauty is a good match for you."
"It's none of my business." Lin Feng scratched his ears.
"If Lan Yu sees the video of this game, everyone will probably jump up. The monks in the temple like beautiful women the most." Qin Muyun said with a smile.
"Indeed." Han Wenqing nodded. "Since Blue Rain established the team, there has never been a female player in all these years. If there were a female player, it would probably be a lot more fun on Team Blue Rain's channel."
"It's not important," Lin Feng said. "I think if Blue Rain's Yu Wenzhou had some hand speed, he could probably talk cross talk with Huang Shaotian on the channel."
Yu Wenzhou was very talkative, especially with Huang Shaotian, but it was a pity that during the game, apart from typing and giving instructions, he had no time to type any other unnecessary words.
Hand speed is a flaw.
"This girl performed well. She has the style of One Autumn Leaf." Han Wenqing analyzed the player's operating habits after just a few glances. "It's just that the Haolong Pojun is too luxurious."
"Indeed, a level 65 skill that is only used to get close to the opponent is really hard to complain about." Lin Jingyan had been watching silently, but now he couldn't help but speak.
"Hey, this magic swordsman is still quite good. Han Yanrou is no match for her now." Someone else was saying.
"Not bad, you can pick a qigong master and still fight like this with a magic swordsman. This is already a professional level." Someone answered.
"This Zhu Yanxia... is of worrying quality... these are all terminally ill patients..." someone said.
"Lord Grim? What kind of profession is this? Wearing a magic cloak and an elemental mage's hat, and then he's shooting with a gun? A sharpshooter?" Zheng Chengfeng said.
"No, these are just a few low-level skills of the gun system. Eh? The power of elements? Isn't this the skill of an elemental mage?" Bai Yanfei said.
"Sky Strike, Dragon Fang? Gatling Gun? Falling Flower Palm? Anti-tank gun?" Even Zhang Jiale couldn't figure it out.
"Sanren..." Han Wenqing sighed.
"It looks very skilled, and this seems to be a Dacheng Sanjin. What's going on with this weapon?"
"No, can anyone really play a profession like Sanren? Doesn't this profession require proficiency in all professions?"
"Who is this manipulator?"
"Ye Qiu."
Lin Feng shook his head and smiled bitterly.
This chapter has been completed!