"Brothers, I am going to fight for the championship in the martial arts competition again!"
"You guys, this is an event where winning can change your destiny!"
"As long as we win, you will definitely be able to see me on the screen in the future!"
"Don't call me Song Ma, I'm still young!"
"Where are those two little yellow faces? Yueyue and Lingling are both here!"
"Why is there an extra man?"
"He received the message late and overslept when he came to participate in the selection!"
…
As long as the live broadcast room is opened, Song Fengying's live broadcast room will see a rapid increase in the number of people in a short period of time.
From tens to hundreds to thousands to tens of thousands, this time only takes a few seconds.
And the number of people will increase even more violently every second.
Just after opening the live broadcast room, Song Fengying's live broadcast room showed abnormal rewards.
A red reward floated across the live broadcast room, which attracted crazy views.
During this continuous live broadcast, this kind of reward that did not take money seriously really shattered the mentality of many people.
Just say a few words and the big brothers on the list are throwing money away like they are possessed by evil spirits.
Rewarding many people with twenty or even thirty years of total salary at one time, and saving one million after deducting their own expenses is something that most ordinary people would find difficult to achieve in a lifetime.
But in this live broadcast room, money is flowing like water.
Even if the economic conditions of the current live broadcast group are relatively good, many people cannot bear this kind of stimulation.
In this live broadcast room, what many people are watching is not Song Fengying, but the moment when the big guys throw money and she became famous.
Zhou Yueyan's reward income is only more than five million, while Song Fengying's income has truly reached tens of millions of dividends.
And this change only occurred in a short period of two or three days, and even this wealth is still increasing.
Just because of the live broadcast of fighting games, rich people spend crazy money.
For most people, this is an incomprehensible live broadcast economy, but the number of viewers who come here is growing.
Even though the video monitor was jammed into a mess, some people forced their way in.
There are also some people who do not have the equipment to watch it and can only search the web version or watch past live broadcast records.
"Brothers, I'll put on my protective gear first!"
"The team we met today are all experts. Many of the young men have learned two tricks, and their stunt performance level is much higher than ours!"
"But we can definitely break through!"
"We have an extra man in our team today. He has learned gun skills and gliding. The mobility of our team has increased again!"
"Stop talking, the aircraft is coming to airdrop, I want to grab the props!"
Compared with the live broadcasts of the previous two days, Song Fengying obviously started to include some additional content at this time.
"The role of Linghu Chong is mine!"
Zhang Xuezhou screamed, and Zhang Manqian also screamed.
"In order to become Ren Yingying, I will give my best to perform today!"
"Go crazy!"
After sleeping, Song Sijia, who looked groggy, slapped herself twice and tried her best to cheer herself up.
She stared wide-eyed at the team that was very normal two days ago, but now seems a little abnormal.
"I want to be Tian Boguang, who travels alone thousands of miles, hahahahaha~"
Wang Li yelled and let out an intrusive laugh.
"Hallucination!"
Song Sijia wiped her eyes hard, and a piece of makeup on her face was inevitably wiped off.
When the countdown to the game sounded, she shook her head, then swayed and ran out following Zhang Xuezhou and others.
"Brother Zhang, you can't run fast enough," Song Sijia said.
"I haven't learned any film or television stunts like flying on grass," Zhang Xuezhou said, "My main focus right now is a metaphysical performance!"
"What?"
Song Sijia opened her mouth wide, feeling that she could not understand what these people were saying at all.
"You follow me from now on. If I become Linghu Chong, maybe you can play Yue Lingshan!"
"Ying? What kind of fighting skills does Yue Lingshan have?"
"There is something wrong with our competition. We are trying our best to switch to film and television acting to reduce the impact. Please cooperate with us a little!"
Seeing Song Fengying holding the visual device and running up the stairs directly through the obstacle area without a trace of anyone, Zhang Xuezhou warned Song Sijia.
"I...can we do this kind of thing at the Sequencer Festival?"
Song Sijia looked at Zhang Xuezhou with a relaxed look on his face, and couldn't believe that Zhang Xuezhou and others actually thought about doing some film and television acting to coordinate with the live broadcast of the key match.
She touched her forehead and felt a little dizzy.
"Brother, please don't..."
"Guarantee the top three!"
"I'll listen to you!"
As long as the sequencer event can be won, Song Sijia feels that anything is fine. Regardless of Yue Lingshan or Wang Lingshan, she can cooperate.
"It's a Wulang Bagua stick!"
When they arrived at the material delivery area, Song Fengying yelled, then grabbed an electric baton nearly one meter long and ran away.
This kind of electric baton has insufficient reserved power and can activate a current shock when turned on.
If the electric baton hits the protective gear you are wearing, it will have no effect at all.
"Hahaha, Song Sijia, there are no guns in the airdrop supplies. Your Dragon Power fighting skills have been overused. You lose!"
As they continued to merge, another team of contestants also kept showing up and approaching Zhang Xuezhou and others during the attack.
"His name is Xin Jiping, he belongs to the Xin family in Xijing City..."
"It's okay, I don't need to know your name or abilities!"
Still twenty meters away, Zhang Xuezhou spread his arms, and the genetic power in his body emerged.
He reached out and pointed at Xin Jiping. Xin Jiping's smile was still on his face, but he fell into fear in just a short moment. His body trembled unnaturally and he slowly squatted down toward the ground.
"Be careful, we still have several games," Song Sijia reminded.
"My current deterrence is not to attack from all directions, but to target a single person. This kind of loss is very small, and it is not a problem to use it twenty times in a row!"
Zhang Xuezhou's words made Song Sijia take a breath of air.
She kicked Xin Jiping over and turned off the monitor on the inside of the opponent's protective gear. The logo representing Xin Jiping suddenly dimmed.
"In the past, we had to fight to the death to determine the outcome. This time, we have brought some technological products, so we don't have to fight to the same level as before," Song Sijia said.
"Then they will suffer a lot less. We...hahaha, look at my Six Meridians Divine Sword!"
Song Fengying completed the rendezvous very quickly.
When the camera of the visual camera scanned his body, Zhang Xuezhou immediately danced.
"Fall, pour, pour, you pour too!"
The closest ones were twenty meters, and the far ones were as much as fifty meters. As Zhang Xuezhou stretched out his hand to connect, these people were like fish thrown into a frying pan. They rolled on the ground as they ran.
"Is this the end?"
Seeing Zhang Xuezhou continue to knock down the other four people with his hand, Zhang Xuezhou did not even ask the other person's name, nor did he ask about the genetic fighting skills that the other person was good at, nor did they have a direct fight.
This 32nd round of the top 16 match ended so simply.
This was so simple that Song Sijia couldn't believe it, but it actually happened.
The players on the opposite side can reach the top 32, and all of them have considerable genetic fighting skills, and can even be called the strongest among sequencers.
But in front of Zhang Xuezhou, these people didn't even jump.
"Crush!"
Song Sijia only had these two words in her mind.
The short time of this game will not be the end, but just the beginning.
If Zhang Xuezhou's genetic fighting skills were not still within the scope of the competition, Song Sijia would have really thought that there was some second or third level psychic sequencer destroying the balance.
"You guys, look at how well we performed our stunts. Linghu Chong stretched out his hand and fired a six-vein divine sword. The sword energy flew fifty meters and hit the top thirty-two contestants from another film and television class. He flicked it four times in a row and then let it go.
Four fell."
"Why does Linghu Chong know the Six Meridians Divine Sword? Look at what this stick is in my hand. If I get it, it will definitely allow our team members to use their skills!"
In the center where everyone gathered, Song Fengying was explaining vigorously.
As one of the top ladies in the live broadcast industry, Song Fengying didn't even blush when she wanted to lie. The content she read was completely different from the previous two days.
This made the atmosphere in the live broadcast room suddenly feel a little weirder.
At the end of past battles, this is the time period for getting rewards.
But after this victory, not even a single red streak occurred in the live broadcast room.
Obviously, the people who use Piaohong to reward have realized the problem.