Chapter 673 The Eleventh Young Master Was Cut Over
He was furious when he was about to die. After he died, Young Master Eleven did not do anything worthy of his identity.
"Are you in the Hall of Glory? Let's take a break and have a drink." His message was directly sent to Lu Li privately. Sure enough, he had already guessed Lu Li's identity. Most of the star players are good friends, and their respective clubs also
No right to interfere.
Lu Li and Eleventh Young Master once went to assassinate Xiao Mo together, so they have been friends for a long time.
Maybe they are all a little arrogant, and they don't want to take the initiative to make friends with anyone. Except for those who are born to be social butterflies, such as Mafengwo, Mo Wangfeng, etc., the racers will not chat and spank all day long.
Lu Li had played hundreds of games in a row. Even if the pressure was not great, he was never incorrigible. After competing with Eleven Young Masters, he was even more exhausted physically and mentally.
After replying with a positive message, Lu Li reported his seat in the Hall of Glory.
Each seat has a number, which corresponds to the direction of each teleportation array in the Hall of Glory. You can use these teleportation arrays to reach other locations in the Hall of Glory.
Not long after, the tall and burly Eleven Young Master came over.
"Long time no see," Lu Li said politely.
"Fortunately, we don't see you often," Young Master Eleven touched his nose and sat down, smiling bitterly and said, "Just do the math, how has it been that I didn't die when I met you?"
Lu Li thought about it, and it seemed that this was indeed the case. He had dealt with this man five or six times, and saw him die every time. Two or three times, Lu Li did it himself.
There are no brothers on the field and no friendship.
Young Master Eleven was mocking himself when he said this, and did not mean to blame Lu Li.
The NPC waiter brought a glass of dwarf liquor out of nowhere and placed it in front of Young Master Eleven. He brought it over and drank half of it.
Lu Li also took a few sips. The drinks in the game tasted pretty good, especially since the game simulated the feeling of sex. This kind of hearty drink after a battle is the favorite of many players.
"Why do you think of playing in the arena?" Young Master Eleven took out a pack of cigarettes and asked, "Would you like one?"
"No need," Lu Li declined, and then said: "The league is about to start, come here to get a feel for it, aren't you the same?"
"How can we be as calm as you? We play at least 20 games every day. Judging from your winning rate, I guess you haven't played much arena play before," Master Eleven sighed as he took a puff of cigarette. Comparing people with each other is infuriating. Lu Li is afraid
He is the racer who least resembles a star racer.
Even Xiao Mo has to go into the arena and kill a few times every day, otherwise his condition will definitely decline.
This is somewhat similar to sports players. One minute on stage requires ten years of hard work off stage. Many masters need to continuously polish their skills. No one dares to be like Lu Li and not compete for many days at once.
In fact, this is completely a misunderstanding.
Lu Liye was born in a high school, but he has created miracles many times.
There is simply no one qualified to tell him what a professional player should be like, and Sword of Judgment has not yet found a coach. Everyone is playing their own game, and they will be able to adjust during the game.
Anyway, I couldn’t meet any decent masters at the beginning of the game.
There will never be a team that can eliminate Sword of Judgment in the first knockout round. By the time they meet an expert team, they will be almost in sync with each other.
A formal guild not only has players, coaches, logistics, but also special training maps...
Therefore, Lu Li had no idea that racers had to regularly practice their skills in the arena and maintain their condition.
"I have fought on the battlefield," Lu Li said feeling guilty.
He decided to go back and ask Mu Qiu and the others. He and Yueguang had both gone through formal Grand Guild training and should be familiar with these things.
"Your equipment is really good," Young Master Eleven did not dwell on the topic just now, and began to comment on Lu Li's equipment: "You still retained a lot of unique skills when you fought me, right?"
"Hehe, you are the same," Lu Li smiled, without admitting or refuting.
Young Master Eleven lost, but if you think that he has no tricks, you are totally wrong. Just like Lu Li has many unique tricks that he has not used yet, he also kept a lot of trump cards.
In this kind of arena PK, who is willing to fight for a win or loss?
The trump cards are reserved for critical moments, such as the upcoming professional league. At that time, the competition was for glory, but now, the competition is only for morale.
"It's really boring," the Eleventh Young Master said sullenly. He looked sideways at Lu Li and said, "It seems that you have a big goal this time. Are you determined to be in the top three?"
If you were a normal guild leader, you would definitely laugh at this time and reply with clichés like "How is it possible? I'm just making a living. I'll be thankful if I don't make it to the top 100." No one would make their attitude too obvious.
, the professional world has developed to the point where it is now, and there are hypocritical faces everywhere.
But Lu Li didn't. He nodded: "Yes, our goal this time is to win the championship!"
Young Master Eleven opened his mouth and couldn't help but want to make a mockery.
Why do you say that if you win the championship, you will win the championship? Is the championship so easy to win? Dozens of big guilds compete for it, hundreds of thousands of players rise and fall for glory, and you are just a guild that has just been established for a few days.
Sixty to seventy thousand people together.
But then he thought about it, Lu Li was really qualified to say this.
The Huaying Cup champion and the Magic Cup runner-up all illustrate the strength of Lu Li's team. This year's dark horse is undoubtedly the Sword of Judgment. Even if they win the league championship again, what is impossible?
"Drink," Young Master Eleven remained silent after all.
He has his own sense of guild glory and will not betray the guild until it has done something sorry for him, but if he asks himself, he actually envies the style of the Sword of Judgment champion team.
The goal is to win the championship, what a courage!
While they were drinking, the news that Young Master Eleven had been chopped down had spread.
Thousands of people watched, and most of them recognized Eleven Shao from the continuous whirlwind. This was originally something worth talking about. What was even more topical was that Eleven Shao was chopped down.
Not only the general player circle, but also the chat rooms of the great masters also got the news.
Mafengwo: Eleven Young Master, @Eleven Young Master, come out.
Dual broadcasting of voice and text, this is the style of Mafengwo. Adding an @ will produce a vibration, reminding the person being @ that someone is calling him in the chat room he joined. After all, the masters are used to blocking various channels.
Torrent: I heard that the Eleventh Young Master was chopped down. Who did it?
Mafengwo: I was just about to ask, what are you doing, Eleventh Young Master? Why don’t you come out and complain, brothers will take pity on you.
Wen Wen: Save it, Mafengwo, with your physique and your eleventh young master, you will definitely be the one down there. Why don’t you take a few breaths and listen, maybe I can send you a red envelope on a whim.
Hornet's Nest: Eleventh Young Master was chopped down.
Traces: Haven’t you been chopped down?
Hornet's Nest: The Eleventh Young Master was just chopped down.
Traces: Your uncle...
Both Wei Yi and Eleventh Young Master were from Wings of Dawn, so of course he helped his brother speak up, but he was unable to refute the fact that Eleventh Young Master had just been chopped down. It had been spread everywhere, and he knew it was true without confirming it.
