After leaving the Tower of Babel, Ling Yun saw the scene in front of him and knew something was wrong. He hurriedly put down his windbreaker, turned on his stealth skills and ran towards the distance.
I found a deserted place and just summoned the Tianlong Red Rabbit Horse. At this time, the system prompt sounded: Ding. The Player King Competition individual competition will start in half an hour. Player Death God, please be prepared.
The game is about to start again.
Ling Yun looked at the time. He had actually spent nearly 20 hours in the fantasy world. Especially on the 98th and 99th floors of the Babel Tower. The two floors really consumed a lot of time.
I am exhausted both physically and mentally now, but I have to make do and finish the game before going offline. Today's game is very crucial. Because after a few more skills, I will enter the challenge level of the individual competition.
It was still early when we entered the stadium. I saw that the surrounding stands were already crowded with players. It was really a sea of people. It was as dark as ants moving.
Damn, there are so many people. Ling Yun was also surprised. He obviously didn’t realize that there would be so many players in this game. Looking at the flood of players in front of him, he made an estimate in his mind. There should be at least tens of thousands of people. According to each virtual ticket At a price of 10 yuan, that’s hundreds of thousands. That’s so much for one game. It’s a huge source of money.
Thinking that he had 50% of the ticket dividends, Ling Yun suddenly felt refreshed and the fatigue on his body disappeared without a trace.
Players in the surrounding stands stood up one after another when they saw Ling Yun entering the stadium, pulling their necks and shouting.
"Brother Death, come on."
"Wow. It's really Brother Death."
"Brother Death is so handsome. The equipment he wears is all top-notch."
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The players who come here to watch the game are all loyal fans of Death. Many people hold up banners... Death, I love you.
Those little girls screamed and shouted the name of the God of Death. It was extremely exciting. Some young women players even waved their arms. The fullness of their chests trembled with the shouts.
With the appearance of Ling Yun, the atmosphere on the field suddenly reached a climax. The players were playing like a football field, and they seemed very passionate.
The game has not started yet, so the surrounding soundproofing facilities are not turned on. Enjoying the shouts of the players around you, it always makes people feel proud.
The opponent in today's first match is an Elf sharpshooter. The guy wears glasses. He looks very gentle. He is fair and tender. He is not old. He is a student. But the equipment on his body is still good. He has a gold-level M4A1 in his hand. It seems that he is a young man from a wealthy family.
He just came on the field and was immediately shocked by the scene in front of him. Then he looked at his opponent. His face turned pale. How could he be the God of Death? It seemed that there was no need to continue this game.
The game hasn't started yet. The student-looking player has already run to the referee on the sidelines. He raised his arms and said: "I surrender."
Ding. The high school students attacked by the player have surrendered. The player Death won the game.
Damn it. That's all right. It's just right. All the bullets are saved.
Ling Yun looked relaxed. But the spectators outside the stadium gave up. They finally spent money to watch the game. Who would have thought that the guy opposite had surrendered before it even started. It was really disappointing.
There were many female players screaming for the God of Death, while the male players next to them were yelling curses at the kid.
"Go away. You are a primary school student. Go home and do your homework."
"Brother Death is Brother Death. Just showing up will scare the shit out of you."
"You're just a fucking eunuch. Even if you lose, you still have to use your seed to fight the God of Death."
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Little did he know that the boy didn't even listen to those sarcastic remarks. He walked quickly towards Ling Yun, pointed at the leather armor on his body and said: "Brother Death, I am your loyal fan and idol. Can you sign an autograph for me?" What’s the name?”
Ling Yun couldn't help but laugh. He was naturally very happy in his heart. Weird things happened every year. He never expected that the scene before him would happen in the Fantasy King Competition.
The next three games also went very smoothly. In the face of strong firepower, almost no one could survive for five minutes. The audience outside the stadium was also in a feast. They all praised the power of the God of Death, and those adoring eyes were even more Get crazy.
If you win one more game, you can enter the challenge level. It’s really exciting.
Take a nap for 20 minutes and play with the little Diao Chan for a while. That’s all in the blink of an eye.
The scene changes. It suddenly opens up. Surrounded by mountains. Where Lingyun is located is a small basin. A small stream flows through it, dividing the basin into two. Several small huts are filled with smoke. Not far away are patches of green. Field. What a pastoral scene.
The surrounding hillsides were densely packed with players watching the battle. Shouts came and went.
"Boss, come on. Kill her."
"Fuck, that's the little sniper lolita from some official website. She's so pure. I like her."
"The guild that is proud of the world rises and sweeps across the fantasy world."
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Hearing their slogans, Ling Yun couldn't help but frown and looked up to the other side.
A three-meter-tall rock giant king stands on the ground. It is a pet hatched by a gold-level BOSS.
There is a figure standing on the shoulder of the rock giant. He has a mustache, cross-eyes, a dark green robe of the Elf King, and a green staff shining with three-color light.
That guy is none other than the old enemy of the Scarlet Guild...the elder figure of the guild who is proud of the world, the Ace of Clubs.
The Ace of Clubs is the hidden professional summoner of the mage. In order to be able to qualify for this championship competition, even the players in the guild who are at the bottom of the box also participated.
Haha. Enemies are born on a narrow road. Ling Yun's pupils suddenly shrank. His two eyes scanned the surroundings like sharp swords. Although he has never seen the Ace of Clubs, players like the Jack of Diamonds are not good things when you think about it.
Half of the players in the stands opposite were cheerleaders from the world-leading guild. The other half were ordinary players who came to watch the Ace of Clubs performance. There were also many spies from other guilds among them.
Plum Blossom A lowered her head and looked at the little Diao Chan on the other side. She couldn't help but smacked her lips. "The little girl is quite handsome. It's a pity that her face can't kill anyone."
"Dad, that big rock is so weird. Why don't we go over and play with it?" Little Diao Chan turned her head and blinked her big eyes.
Ling Yun emerged from the darkness. He bent down and picked up the little Diao Chan. He placed it on the big meadow next to him. "Sit down over there. I'll play this game."
"No, no, I just want to play with it." Little Diao Chan pouted her little mouth and started acting coquettishly again.
Ling Yun touched her little head. "Okay. Stop making trouble. Dad will buy you candy after the game."
"Woo... I want chocolate candies worth 10 gold coins each." Little Diao Chan licked her lips and clasped her little fingers. "I also want brown sugar, chewing gum, lollipops, marshmallows..."
Ling Yun felt a chill. He went back and asked Hans to open two candy shops in the trading place.
