"What kind of big flying rat is this?" Mr. Huang muttered. No one can bully our family for treatment... Well, if there are damage instructions in the exhibition match, it doesn't necessarily mean who bullies whom. Forget it, at least.
Let that guy Zhang Xinjie remember you.
This guy……
Dracula frowned, and his body turned into a bat again and spread out. He came to God's side in the blink of an eye, but Ye Yushengfan had no intention of letting him go. His figure flashed again, and the silver blade spread out quickly.
Killed Dracula.
Endless?
Dracula was a little angry and just about to fight back, he saw a figure emerging from behind Ye Yushengfan. Andersen was wiping Ye Yushengfan's neck with a dagger in his hand.
The Danish team suffered a huge loss from Ye Yushengfan, and they would definitely not miss the opportunity to play dirty tricks.
"Fuck, rely on, sneak attack, right? Are you sneak attack, you bastard? Do you have any sense of chivalry? Is this the term? Xiao Zhou, help me translate it for him, do you understand chivalry and can't sneak attack? What are you doing now?
Everyone says you are an enemy on the field and a friend off the field, why are you so petty? There are only a few people separated from each other when we talk. Why don’t you speak? My voice is too soft?" Huang Shao shouted at Andersen over there.
"Damn it, Andersen just apologize to him and shut up now!" Dracula cursed. Huang Shaotian's voice was loud, fast and dense, like hundreds of bees buzzing in his ears.
Same.
"I can't even protect my headphones. Is this the secret weapon of the Chinese team? Damn, my hands are shaking..."
"Staff, please shut him up quickly!"
All the Hall of Fame players were operating their characters in the same position backstage, not far from each other. It was like opening up a new world. They quickly turned up the volume of their headphones.
"Damn it, who asked to turn on the voice system before? Now it seems that the organizing committee made a wise choice by not passing it."
"The one who applied to turn on the voice system is someone from the Chinese team!"
"Damn it, go and entangle him with two people so that he doesn't have a chance to speak."
"Both Dracula and Andersen didn't hold him down. Behemoth didn't have time! The one fighting Behemoth got out of the way. Damn it, why is it still Tang San from the Chinese team?"
For a moment, the backstage was like an Internet cafe during a group game, and it was the busiest time. This made the staff dumbfounded. For a moment, they didn't know who made the sound.
"Um, Mr. Team Leader of the Chinese Team, please..." The on-site director reluctantly found Ye Xiu who was about to enter the venue. He called Ye Xiu two or three times but got no reply. In the end, he could only pat Ye Xiu hard on the shoulder.
"Ah?! What did you say!?" Ye Xiu took off his headphones and asked loudly.
"I said, please..."
"speak Chinese!"
"Forget it, come on in..." The director looked helpless.
Ye Xiu glanced at the back of a middle-aged man who had lost his dream with some curiosity. It was so strange. What did he want to do?
never mind……
Lord Grim's account progress bar has been loaded to the end, and it's time to enter.
"...Huang Shaotian, what outrageous thing have you done again?" Bai Mo was stunned for a moment and looked at the situation on the stage.
Originally, everyone was trying to catch each other and fight, but after Huang Shaotian's Ye Yusheng struck out with his sword, most of the people immediately followed him.
Even Artemis, who had just entered the scene, was killed, and Jack Sparrow, the Norwegian's unique profession [Captain], drove a bright blue ghost ship and crashed into Huang Shaotian.
…
"I don't know, it's just like driving a train." Wang Jiexi chuckled and shook his head: "But it's quite interesting, right, Captain Yu?"
"...Maybe?" Yu Wenzhou smiled bitterly.
This Shaotian will behave like this once he can't stand it... Don't get beaten backstage!
The Druid and Werewolf professions that followed also had no intention of holding back. Their goals were simple and unified. Huang Shaotian led everyone on the train with his excellent concealment, escape and damage immunity mechanisms.
"This, this, this... sideshow?"
"Young Master Huang is mighty!"
"This...is such a mess!"
"But don't you think it's interesting?"
"Is the swordsman profession in China so cool?"
"With the help of the priest and the gunman, otherwise, that guy wouldn't have been able to survive until now. He would have been restrained by various controls long ago. The gangster also helped him withstand it for a long time."
"There are so many Chinese people running for election. It seems... there is still one less person."
"Oh, here comes the show!"
Click, click, click! The sound of the propeller turning.
Da Vinci was stunned for a moment. This was not because he turned on the mechanical rotor, but... He looked up and saw a propeller in the sky being grasped by a man. The gun was pointed at those who were chasing Huang Shaotian below.
Reluctant characters.
Shoot!
"What the hell, those things shown last time are not all of Lord Grim's weapon? It can actually turn into a propeller?"
"Damn, what weapon is there that that weapon can't do?"
The audience outside the field once again let out a burst of exclamations, and the Thousand Planes Umbrella once again refreshed their understanding of the limits of the Silver Martial Arts.
The moment Lord Grim appeared holding the Myriad Manifestations Umbrella, the wind direction in the field changed again.
The only one who did not choose to chase Ye Yushengfan, God, who had been waiting on the spot, waved his scythe and rushed directly towards Lord Grim who had just fallen.
At the same time, a war spear flew towards Lord Grim like a meteor.
Odin also took action.
Behemoth Yingtiao jumped up, facing the crowd and trying to hit Lord Grim.
The Bang Buddha in Shen Hongyi's hand was activated again, roaring and knocking away the surrounding opponents, and a big blood-red hand grabbed towards Lord Grim...
Almost at the same time, all the professional players gave up their pursuit of Ye Yushengfan, and turned their guns and rushed towards the guy with the highest number of votes in the Hall of Fame.
"I have to admit that some people are born to be the protagonist." Zhang Jiale sighed and looked at Lord Grim on the stage with envy.
"But with so many people together, even Ye Xiu must be in a state of embarrassment!" Sun Xiang muttered, looking at Lord Grim on the stage with the same envy.
"Damn it, Ye Xiu dared to control Lord Grim to rush up in this situation?" Fang Rui was shocked: "What is he trying to do? There are so many people on the opposite side, five times as many as all of us on the field.
ah!"
"This..." Xiao Shiqin frowned and Yu Wenzhou shook his head.
"Ah?" Bai Mo was stunned for a moment: "Didn't you read the brochure? The exhibition match usually lasts for three minutes in total, and now there are only three seconds left. Even the fastest profession can't rush through, but the picture is still very beautiful.
."
"This Ye Xiu is really a bastard..."
The picture is indeed very beautiful. The captain driving the ghost ship is rushing to the front. God next door is about to touch Lord Grim with the war scythe in his hand. Behemoth is preparing to punch...
And Jun Moxiao is like a banished immortal. The Thousand Planes Umbrella in his hand turns into a war spear, one against twenty-five...
"Why aren't you moving!"
"The equipment is broken?"
"Why don't you continue, you bastard!"
"The ticket is refunded! It's stuck!"
"kale!"
[The first session of the Glory Hall of Fame has officially begun!]
In an instant, everyone was frozen in place, and spotlights shot out from the stage...
