In the first game, the player from Huaxia won.

The red flag of China fluttered at the venue, and the audience was full of fans holding small red flags and shouting and cheering.

……

The second game was the same as the first, without the slightest surprise, it was still the Chinese players who won, and the bright red flag fluttered again.

It's just a game, but it's a competition from all over the world, and it's an opportunity to fight for the glory of the country.

However, in the last game, the gossip flag of the stick country was raised at the venue.

Park Il-kin still won.

I have to say, he's really strong.

Countless fans in the audience are shouting the name of "Pu Yijian", and even more are constantly waving the small flag of the stick country.

Ye was angry for a while, one of your Yanhuang descendants didn't see you roaring so hard when Huaxia won the victory just now, right?

What's good about the country of sticks?

Ye Feng didn't understand the hearts of these people at all.

But he won't interfere with others, after all, he pays attention to freedom now, Ye Feng can't control it, and he doesn't bother to care.

On the stage, Park Yijian stood in the center with a smile on his face, and there was a host next to him who was interviewing him.

"May I ask what Mr. Park thinks of his opponent Sword Demon?" the host asked with a smile.

"He's strong, but he's a little bit worse than me, so he lost. Park Yijian said lightly.

Seeing that Pu Yijian was so arrogant, even the host seemed a little embarrassed, coughed lightly twice, and said, "Then do you have any expectations for the players from other realms in Huaxia?"

"Looking forward to it?" Park Yijian smiled arrogantly and said: "Sooner or later, it will be my subordinate defeat, this year's Sword Saint must belong to me, and it must belong to our Big Stick Country!"

"Ahhhh

"Mr. Park, you played so perfectly today!"

"Always support Mr. Park!"

"Beat everyone!"

Park Yijian's words were arrogant, and his incomparable self-confidence directly ignited the passion of the brainless fans in the audience. One by one and two strokes seem to have to shout and cheer for him. However, as a Chinese person with a sense of national honor, the host couldn't listen to it anymore.

Sooner or later, your men will be defeated?

Juggernaut must belong to your stick country?

This is too much to look down on our Huaxia, right?

"You mean you can beat all the contestants in Huaxia?" asked the host with squinted eyes.

Unexpectedly, Park Yijian shook his head and said, "No, not all the contestants, but I will sweep all the saints of the Twelve Realms of Huaxia!"

Mad!

It's so crazy!

Many Chinese people at the scene couldn't stand it!

Even Ye Feng frowned.

"We have thirteen realms of heaven in Huaxia!" The host's voice was also a little cold.

"Thirteen Realm Heavens, do you mean that the New Realm Heaven Punishment Forest?" Park Yijian smiled, "That Realm Heaven will be in my pocket sooner or later, and after I become a Sword Saint, I will personally go to the Heavenly Punishment Forest and kill that Realm Lord!"

Pu Yijian's face was full of confidence, and he didn't pay attention to the Heavenly Punishment Realm Lord who made the Thirteen Realms of Huaxia change his complexion at all!

"Are you sure?"

"Of course, a turtle that will always hide in its own shell. Pu Yijian compared Ye Feng to a turtle and laughed at him for not daring to go out to other realms.

Offstage, Ye almost died of anger!

This son of a bitch!

Who the hell are you scolding?

Did Lao Tzu provoke you?

You're the fucking turtle!

You turtle grandson!

As soon as Park Yijian's words came out, the patriotic fans in the audience immediately exploded.

"Get out of Huaxia!

"What the hell can you brag about!"

"You still want to kill the Heavenly Punishment Realm Lord, ten of you are not enough!"

"Sit on the well and watch the sky! Sit and wait for you to be tyrannized by Yiye Yiyi!"

Of course, Park Yijian also has a lot of brainless fans, and their momentum is not weak.

"A group of losers who will YY! Wait for my brother to become a sword saint and blow up that Heavenly Punishment Realm Lord!"

"The Lord of the Heavenly Punishment Realm can be overbearing, that is, he just didn't meet Teacher Park!"

"When Mr. Park makes a move, he will know what despair is!"

"It's just a scum of more than fifty levels! Raise your hand to slaughter it! Teacher Park is invincible!"

……

"Going to Nima, right? How dare a stick show off his might with us?"

……

Hehe, this is the quality of the Chinese people, it's really low.

……

See, two groups of people are about to do it.

The host didn't dare to interview, so he hurriedly ended it.

And so the game ended.

Very sloppy.

The staff organized the audience to leave, and there were many people scolding during this period.

Ye Feng also secretly cursed, but there was no way, so he could only take Su Ning with him.

it, don't let Lao Tzu meet him in the game, otherwise he will definitely be beaten out!

……

Outside.

Or the VIP channel that has been divided.

But now it's jammed, and it's even more exaggerated than when I came in just now.

The flow of people can barely move, and the door is full of fans who come to "block the star", which is three layers inside and three layers outside, and it is tightly blocked.

And the most pitiful thing is that someone is blocked in front, and someone is pushing you in the back!

That's desperate!

Ye Feng and the others can't retreat now if they want to, and they can't go out if they want to go outside.

"I'll never come to watch this game again!" Ye Feng firmly held Su Ning in his arms and complained with a desperate expression.

Su Ning chuckled, leaned against his chest, and said, "You deserve it." ”

"Wow!"

"Great Sage!"

"Sixteen Lang!"

"Seven kills! Seven kills!"

"Sword Demon! Sword Demon! So handsome!"

The players came out one after another, and those fans shouted frantically, Ye Feng really couldn't understand them, can you still be obsessed with players like this when you play a game?

Isn't that an exaggeration?

Fans frantically crowded down the aisle over there.

A row of more than 20 security guards formed a human wall, blocking the fans with their bodies.

"Don't squeeze!"

"Stand back! Everybody stand back!"

"Don't cross the cordon!"

The security guards shouted hoarsely.

Ye was the same as when he came in, and he hugged Su Ning's little ass and picked her up, squeezing her out with great effort. This is Ye Feng, if you change to someone else, let alone hold your daughter-in-law, in this case, it will be terrible to squeeze it out.

Some of the contestants seemed to be in a good mood, not only smiling and greeting the fans, but even signing autographs for some of the fans.

Suddenly, an oversized scream resounded through the aisles, drowning out all sounds.

"Ahh

"Wow!"

"So handsome!"

"Brother Yijian!"

"Come on, Mr. Park!"

Park Yijian came out, he was the last to come out, but he had the most fans.

One scream after another seemed to stimulate the action of the fans, and the group of fans rushed to the security guard in front of them like crazy, hoping to get closer to their sword Oba.

Ye was about to squeeze out, but who would have thought that he would be directly scolded back by the crowd at this moment!

Grass!

This gives Ye Feng an anger!

glanced at Park Yijian, this guy even has two bodyguards?

Ye Feng is even more angry!

Lao Tzu was almost squeezed to death, and you are escorted by bodyguards?

A game-playing guy really thinks of himself as a star, right? My daughter-in-law didn't bring a bodyguard when she went out, so you really take yourself seriously?

Originally, Ye didn't have a good impression of Stick Country, and this bastard scolded himself just now!

Ye Feng can't wait to go up and give him two feet now!

The fans are still screaming feverishly.

The special aisle for the players over there has been squeezed down more and more by the fans, and Park Yijian can't even walk.

There was no way, Park Yijian could only frown and stop.

At this time, the two bodyguards beside him also stepped forward, pushing these fans, wanting to open a way for Park Yijian.

The crowd was pushing each other, and the people behind were constantly squeezing forward.

Suddenly, there was a scream from the front row.

"Don't squeeze!"

"Someone fell!"

"The bodyguard hit someone!"

"Don't squeeze the one in the back! Quick, help her up!"

One after another screamed and shook back the crowd.

At the front, just at the feet of the two bodyguards, there was a little boy of fifteen or sixteen years old who had already fallen to the ground! He was holding four or five small red flags in his right hand and covering his ankles, while his left hand was grasping a small red flag that was still under the feet of the bodyguard in front of him, and was pulling it out from the feet of the bodyguards, but the bodyguards did not move at all as if they had not seen them.