Astante, somewhere, in a certain room in a certain hotel.

"Thank you, Mr. Langtaosha!" The person who booked the room smiled and took out a money bag. On the wooden table in front of him, there was a dazzling array of magic equipment, each piece of which exuded a warm green light, as if full of energy.

The vitality was so strong that a bud sprouted from the corner of the table.

"Haha, it's not a big deal. If you need anything in the future, you can still come to me." Lang Taosha took the purse and smiled happily. He was so happy that he looked like the star of a birthday party.

"Then I'll trouble you, haha!"

"You purchased so much equipment at once, are you planning to participate in this year's competitive competition? With all due respect, your current level is too low, and you can't even pass the audition." After finishing the business, Lang Taosha chatted with the customer.

The other party quickly waved his hand: "Of course not, but the magic equipment you made exclusively is so useful that any legal profession would be tempted to collect it."

Lang Taosha was very proud: "Hahaha, what's the point? I'm not boasting. Although the magic equipment I made is just magic equipment, in the hands of legal professions with rival attributes, it is equivalent to tailor-made

Soul equipment! Even Yun Xiaoyushi is my patron!"

"Your connections are really extensive. I heard that you were working for Big Bower a while ago?"

"Oh, that job is very easy. It's just giving away money. If you don't make money, you won't make it in vain." Lang Taosha smiled, then as if he suddenly discovered it, he sighed and asked: "Your name is very Chinese.

Are you Chinese?"

The other party was a little confused: "Ah, yes."

"That's the best. I'll give you the price for friends and relatives. Take it!" Lang Taosha took out a handful of gold coins from his purse, patted the other person's hand, and then patted the other person's shoulder familiarly: "I still have some.

Go ahead and get busy. If you need anything, hit me up!"

"Walk slowly."

After Lang Taosha left the room, he patted his head in frustration and said to himself: "Although the paper can't stop the fire, I didn't think about becoming famous when I came to "Gospel". It's not good to work for the government. I won't do it next time."

Done. Hmm, where should I go next? How about going to the Twilight Empire? No, the economy there must be very depressed. Who will buy my magic equipment?! Damn, it’s really moving this time

You're just shooting yourself in the foot!"

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After the "Shattered Silver" arms plummeted, King Salamonro personally visited the Twilight Empire, and the Bone Tyrant met him. The two talked in secret all night, and no one knew the content of their conversation, but someone discovered that the returned Salamon

King Luo showed no signs of worry. The Bone Tyrant once again visited foreign countries.

At the same time, a national letter written in Elvish and Common Tongue of the Great Road was submitted to the desks of the kings. The content of the letter was very shocking (although it was no longer new): The elves are about to launch a war against the blood elves, and I hope that all countries will not intervene. In

At the signature place, the name of the bald eagle is clearly listed, which shows the stance of the war tycoon.

"Is the bald eagle in a hurry? You don't even give me any time to recuperate." Sitting in the carriage, Qingyi looked at the letter and said. As the king of a country, of course he also received a letter of credence, although

There is nothing close between him and the elves.

"Nonsense, he is your mortal enemy. I have been waiting for this opportunity for I don't know how long. How can I take my time with you?" Ming Tu put his hands on his pillow and sat across from him casually. Judging from their faces, the two of them looked like twin brothers.

.

Today, when high-level combat forces are all supporting the blood elves, Qingyi wants to visit various countries. For safety issues, he can only rely on Netherland and the few Cloud Cavalry. At this time, Netherland allowed his beloved horse to accompany the team outside, while he accompanied the team.

Boss chatting. In fact, Qingyi’s chat with Mingtu is no different from talking to himself, because Mingtu is a fragment of his soul (actually it was created by the game system by intercepting some of his personality traits), and most of the dialogue is spoken

It was almost exactly the same as what he had in mind.

So Qingyi looked at the knight knight speechlessly. After thinking for a long time, he finally came up with a new topic: "Ah, I really want to go to the competitive competition. There is an opening ceremony today, so I can only watch the replay."

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In March, the competitive competition that everyone had been waiting for officially opened. This news was more shocking than "a sharp drop in arms prices" or "a war between elves and blood elves", so the front page of the "Qiankun" forum was all

Related to competitive competitions.

The preliminary round of this competitive competition adopts an audition and elimination system. Even the masters do not have the privilege to directly enter the finals and must participate in the audition together with ordinary players. When 128 people are selected in the final, the semi-finals will be held. Starting from the beginning.

In the end, players only have one chance. If they defeat their opponents, they will be promoted, and if they lose, they will be eliminated. It is a simple and crude competition system. Many people have opinions on this, thinking that the masters have undoubtedly taken up precious spots.

It even eliminates those who are likely to advance to the semi-finals, which is extremely unfair to ordinary players; some people hold the opposite opinion, because the world is so big and full of wonders, maybe an ordinary player with no reputation can defeat the master (although

The probability is very small, but no one can guarantee that this situation will never be possible), so as to reflect the fairness of the game.

In any case, once the game is established, it will not be changed by anyone or anything. All the players can do is accept or cater to it.

Every town has registration points for competitive competitions, but competitive competitions are not held on this continent. If you want to watch the competition, players have to take the teleportation array to the Gospel Coliseum. According to the official background description, this is an artificial location.

The competitive world above is the supreme palace where the gods allow evangelical players to resolve disputes. It looks like a ring, with audience seats on the ring. There are many arenas in the open space in the center of the ring, and under the audience seats

There is a player lounge (which is where participating players wait). There is no concept of time here, because there are no sun, stars and moon in the sky; there is also no concept of space here. Everyone can see clearly wherever they choose to sit.

For each arena situation, you can also use system tools to zoom in on the battle scene and observe every small detail of both sides. The light is very soft and the air is fresh. Players can also block the sounds of other spectators and watch the game without interference.

At 7:10 p.m., ten minutes into the opening ceremony, the arena is already packed with people. The reason why this opening ceremony attracts everyone's attention is because the idols of the fighting profession - the great gods of the Heavenly Ranking will be present to show off with an exhibition match.

The style of each profession. However, the system announcement has sounded twice, and none of the great masters who should have appeared ten minutes ago have entered the scene. What is going on?

"Ah, I'm late, I'm late! I almost missed this personal show prepared for me! Hey, where are the people?" One of the masters, Thaumatologist, groaned innocently and came to the empty player lounge. After thinking for a while,

Then he laughed and said: "Are these guys still looking old? I have to go and see!"

He pushed open the door and walked into the underground passage. The passage was lit with indestructible wall lamps, which clearly illuminated his way forward and also illuminated the few people he was very familiar with. So he said hello: "Hey,

Fire, trigger, binary! Oh, and you, the guy from Yin~~~, I rarely see you recently! Oh, it’s really those two idiots blocking traffic again!”

At the end of the passage, the Bagua Leader and the Free First Class were leaning against the wall, with their weapons drawn and their swords at war. They looked very focused, and they probably ignored the other great gods.

"I'll enter first."

"Why should I let you enter first?"

"Stop talking nonsense, kid!"

Yunxiaoyushuang, who had changed into beautiful clothes, said, "Look, this is your man, mother-in-law, and you can waste ten minutes."

Wuyi groaned and shouted to the two of them: "Stop arguing, how about we enter the venue in order of names?"

Free First Class stared at the Bagua leader and said angrily: "You're dreaming!"

"Hey, you are the strongest here, don't you say anything?" Rock Trigger took off his hat and said to Black and White Binary while combing his hair. As he said this, he also found some hair mud and put it on his head.

"Get out of the way."

Hearing this voice, several masters took a step back in unison. A slightly thin boxer appeared and walked through the obvious passage between them. The boxer only wore a pair of black shorts and the iconic stripe around his neck.

The red and black striped scarf fluttered slightly in the wind. His hands and feet were covered with white bandages, so the sound of his footsteps was very soft, but because the master was holding his breath, this strange calm made the sound of his footsteps particularly loud.

It's that simple, the boxer named Duan has passed among the great gods!

When the boxers came to the venue, the sound outside disappeared in an instant, and then turned into cheers like a mountain and a tsunami! The cheers were like wind and waves pouring into the channel, which seemed out of place for the great god!

Five seconds later, someone moved, a black and white binary. He walked out of the door without saying a word, exuding an inhuman aura, like a doll.

"It seems that we still have to enter in order of first name!" He groaned exaggeratedly and saluted everyone, held his head high, and was the third one to leave the aisle.

The great gods walked out of the passage one after another and came to the center of the venue. What a harmonious but inconsistent scene!

Each master breathes and moves in a rhythm of once every two seconds, once every two seconds, but they also tacitly agree that the frequency band of the rejection wave is the same. This one breathed just a tenth of a second before the other one, and the others also

Still the same - they stubbornly refused to be the same as others, even in such trivial details! So when they marched together, no matter how they swung their arms or stepped on their feet, they were like a monster that kept crawling forward.

It’s dazzling to see! If the march of the honor guard is almost perfectly neat, then the march of these masters is almost perfect chaos!

So, what a harmonious yet inconsistent picture this is!

When all the great masters stood still, the audience's emotions reached its peak - the competitive competition officially began!
Chapter completed!