Fifty-three thousand diǎn combat power!

Su Qi finally wrote the last 50,000 words, and there were 3,000 more, winning the first place on the Great Sage List.

Everyone was amazed and felt incredible, and continued to look towards the rest of the list.

The second place is "Wukong" by Evil Ziyi, with a combat power of 51,000 diǎn.

As for the third place, he was an ordinary writer who was not very famous, and he updated the book with 50,000 words and got the third place, and his book also became a small hit and benefited a lot.

The gods looked at the combat power index of "The Legend of Wukong" on the list, and were silent for a long time, he really did it, and he coded 50,000 words a day, just such an unbelievable thing, he succeeded.

Evil Ziyi leaned back in his chair, his body was full of powerlessness, silently browsing Su Qi's latest update of the chapter of "The Legend of Wukong", the quality of the article was as tough as ever, and it was not reduced in the slightest because of the increase in speed.

The yard speed is fast, the article is of high quality, how the hell did he do it?

Not only is the evil child confused, many writers are also a reaction, they are doing this business, they can't understand the work of the code, speed and quality at the same time, this is almost impossible!

Huaguoshan's fan base.

"Really updated with 50,000 words?"

"Teacher Cang, this is too powerful. ”

"How the hell did you do that?"

"Can you still move your fingers?"

"It's too hard, it's really too hard!"

"This is the author of conscience, and he will do what he says!"

"From then on, the night cangs have been a fan all their lives. ”

"Take me upstairs with me, and from then on fans turned die-hard fans. ”

"Have you noticed that the content of "The Legend of Wukong" is still as high quality as ever. ”

"yes, it's pretty, and I didn't scribble it for speed. ”

"This is a genius writer. ”

Slowly, everyone stopped talking, and began to concentrate on reading the book, and the whole person was invested in the world of "The Legend of Wukong", and there was a sentence in it that shocked many people.

“…… Where did I come from?"Monkey King thinks," (9)dǐng(9)diǎn(9)小(9)語,.≦.o▽s_(); Where did I come from?

For a moment, he only felt that his heart had collapsed, and countless memories and thoughts fell straight into the bottomless abyss, just like he felt when he threw himself into the squirrel's tree hole.

"I don't know, I don't know, I don't know!" he cried out, covering his head, "Headache, pain!"

"Alas, the Tight Mantra. Guanyin, you are ruthless enough......" The voice muttered, and suddenly it became louder again: "Sun Wukong, you have to remember, what did you say to me back then......!

"I want nothing in the world that I can't win!"

Sun Wukong's words made everyone's hearts sink, I want nothing in this world that I can't win?

Involuntarily, they thought of Su Qi, that is the stubbornness of writing "The Legend of Wukong" even if he fights for the last breath, and he has to win the first place on the list, even if it is an evil Ziyi, he is not afraid.

Even if it is the supreme god, it is not his opponent, this is the second time he has won the first place on the list, and it is also the second time he has defeated the evil son.

The first time on Weibo, it was a fluke to win, but this time, with his own efforts, without saving the manuscript, he broke out a 50,000-word update, with a slight margin, once again defeated Evil Ziyi.

That's a madman!

Home.

Su Qi leaned back in the chair, his eyes closed slightly, he didn't have the energy to think about anything else now, he was really physically and mentally exhausted, he sat in front of the computer for a whole day, didn't move, his fingers never left the keyboard, his mind was highly concentrated, and he forcibly wrote out a 50,000-word update.

The fingers on the chair trembled uncontrollably at this time, and the fingertips were red, he was really tired.

When you press the joints gently, it makes a crunchy sound, but it is much more comfortable.

"Ring, ring, ring. ”

A cheerful ringtone suddenly sounded in the silent room, and Su Qi picked up the mobile phone on the computer desk, and glanced at it, it was Lin Xianxue.

After pressing the speakerphone button, Su Qi connected the phone like this, and he was too lazy to pick up the phone again.

"Are you tired today, I just saw that you updated 50,000 words at once?" Lin Xianxue's voice of concern and reproach came from the other side of the phone.

Su Qi then remembered that Lin Xianxue had also been watching "The Legend of Wukong", presumably knowing about today's events through the guò network, so he called to ask, and for a while Su Qi's heart was a little warmly moved.

He smiled, "Hey, not too tired. ”

"You can do it, what if your fingers are tired?" Lin Xianxue naturally didn't believe Su Qi's words, and said with a fearful reproach.

Su Qi touched his nose: "It's really okay, by the way, how are you doing over there?"

Lin Xianxue said: "It's not good, it's all good, the audition will be held in two days." ”

"Cheng, remember that after the audition, if you want to play in the qualifiers, you will open the tips. ”

Lin Xianxue said curiously: "What is in the bag you gave me?"

Su Qi smiled mysteriously: "It's a priceless treasure in there." ”

"Virtue, you have a good rest first, hang up. ”

After talking to Lin Xianxue, Su Qi felt a lot more comfortable in his heart, in this world, there were still people who cared about him.

Just thinking about it, the phone rang again not long after hanging up, this time it was from the editorial department of Diǎn, and after connecting, the other party turned out to be Su Qi's editor-in-charge, Liudao.

The main meaning of Liudao's call is to care about Su Qi's physical condition, after all, this kind of thing is really unbelievable, and it must have damaged his fingers.

Su Qi's heart was warm again, Liudao was really good, and he had always been very attentive to him.

That night, Su Qi leaned back on the chair and fell asleep in a daze, and it was not until the next morning that Su Qi woke up leisurely when the sun shone in.

After squinting his eyes habitually, Su Qi looked at his fingers, moving slightly, although it was still sour, but it was almost the same, he still had the last seven thousand words of "The Legend of Wukong" written today, and after today's code, the book "The Legend of Wukong" will be completely over.

At the same time, today is also the last day of the opening of the Great Sage List, and in the reader voting session, the one with the most votes will be ranked according to the results of the first two items, and the final ranking will be counted.

The computer was not turned off, it was still on the screen on the desktop, Su Qi opened the browser directly, and several pushed news entered his eyes.

"The Great Sage List is changing, and the authors have strange tricks everywhere. ”

"A record of 50,000 yards a day, the road to godhood of the new god Yecang. ”

"Evil Ziyi is not an opponent, and the strongest newcomer in history has appeared in the online literature industry. ”

Looking at the headlines, Su Qi laughed, the online literature industry in this world is different from the previous life, once there is something that is in the news, unlike the previous life, how can there be this kind of treatment?

Now his ranking on the artist list is getting lower and lower, but he is not in a hurry, because he believes that once his identity is revealed, Yecang's popularity will be all added to himself, and his ranking on the artist list will definitely explode at that time, and maybe he can hit the top ten among the third-tier artists.

Open it, the home page is the ranking of the Great Sage List, the third round has begun, and the first place is his own "The Legend of Wukong", and the number of votes is on the head of the second place Bai Ruoxue.

On the contrary, it was the evil son Yi, who was ranked fourth, which was unexpectedly Su Qi, and the third place was Jun Moyan, but now that the third round has just begun, it may not be possible for the evil son Yi to come from behind.

(To be continued.) )