Chapter 1942 You are well-deserved for being chosen as the captain
"Isn't this very obvious? When you divide the Zhengxuan Team and the Jedi Survival Team, the Choose Team takes the Election Hall, and the survival team goes to the temple."
"These two teams ... are there a difference?" Feng also asked nervously.
Many people are also nervously looking at the ghost king of the Mo.
"Of course there is a difference." The ghost king of the robe did not conceal, and said calmly, "What is called the positive selection team? As the name suggests, this is an internal team.
The difficulty level is equivalent to difficulties, and the Jedi Survival Team ... "
The ghost king of the Mok deliberately sells Guanzi.
Feng Yi asked anxiously: "What about the Jedi Survival Team? What is the difficulty level?"
Ghost King Laughing: "Absolutely survived the team? That difficult level is at least hell level."
"Why?!" Feng also was anxious, "The abandoned team was inherently weak. Why is it difficult or hell? Isn't this the team dying?"
"Oh, you answered right, but unfortunately there is no reward." The Mo robe ghost king was very proud.
Everyone looked at the ghost king of the ink robe.
The ghost king of the robe is for granted: "Why does this team call it the Jedi Survival Team? Why does this team have a probability of death? Because this is an impossible task."
Fourteen Selection Seventh, equivalent to the possibility of 50 % ... The probability of being selected is so low.
The ghost king of Moa robes looked at the panic face of everyone, and the proud smile on his face confiscated it.
"Then, the success rate of the Jedi Survival Team ... How many?" Feng Yi asked uneasily.
The ghost king of the robe really talked with Feng. He touched his chin and looked like thinking. After a while, he said slowly: "For so many years ... it seems that the Survival team of the Jedi has never succeeded.
Once once. "
hiss--
Everyone present was a bite of coldness!
"What?!"
"Never never succeeded once?!"
"What is the probability of death?
"In other words, once the selected team is not selected, not only the species of God has no hope, but also ... but also to die, this ... ah-"
Many people were panicked!
What should I do? What should I do?!! Sai Fei Luo and others were anxious.
"Her Majesty, Her Majesty, who is the captain of the team?"
Princess Ming Laer is as pure as starting, bright, gentle with a smile, cute and bright.
It seems that these words that Moao Ghost King said has no impact on her.
The ghost king of Moa robes looked at Princess Ming Laer, and it was still as high as the gods, but the attitude seemed to have relieved much.
"Who is the captain who chose the captain, there is no clear criterion for judging, depending on the mood of the king, the king depends on who is pleasing to the eye, this is the captain who chose the captain."
As soon as the ghost king of Moa robes said, everyone was hot in their hearts!
When they were trying to ask for the ghost king of the robe, suddenly, the ghost king of the Mo robe said:
"Just now, with one person's power, you can turn the tide and kill me a small ink legion.
"It looks good, the personality is pleasing, the cultivation is not low, and the medical skills are not bad, yo, your girl is still a little baby."
"Come, this is the position of captain, you are really deserved."