"Ding, your martial arts realm has been improved, and your free activity time has increased by 1 hour. ”

Hearing the voice, Mo Yun was stunned for a long time.

"It turns out that improving a small realm can add an hour of free time, and I always thought that a big realm would do. ”

"In this way, it is not far from saving up time to go home. ”

There are a total of nine grades of martial arts.

Each grade is divided into four small realms: the beginning, the middle, the high and the peak.

With this calculation, Mo Yun suddenly smiled.

"It looks like we're going to have to work harder to stay at home. ”

"Well, you have to stay up late. ”

"No, it's not cost-effective to stay up late, you have to stay up all night. ”

......

At nine o'clock in the morning, Wang Qian really called Mo Yun.

"Mo Yun, don't forget tomorrow's final, you promised. ”

"Eldest sister, I have already said that I will not go, don't bother me. ”

"No, you have to come, I'm going to tie you up tomorrow!"

"Huh. Mo Yun really hung up the phone and didn't bother to pay attention to her.

By the afternoon, this chick will probably know the truth.

Turning on the computer, Mo Yun thought about it and decided to play a game of eating chicken.

PUBG, commonly known as eating chicken, each game has hundreds of players to participate together, each player does not have any equipment at the beginning, everyone sets off along the same route on the plane at the same time, and can parachute away at any time according to the location they want to go to.

Guns, bullets, armor, medicines, etc. are randomly refreshed all over the map and can be picked up when they land.

Mo Yun entered the game, put on headphones, and clicked on the four-row mode casually.

In the four-row mode, a total of twenty teams are scattered across the map, and each group fights each other.

Don't worry about the map being too big to meet each other.

Safe areas will be randomly refreshed in the Jedi Continent, and poison will be released in non-safe areas, and the player character will continue to lose health, and the safe areas will continue to shrink over time.

Players are constantly shifting positions according to the poison ring, and then there is a firefight, and the number of players is constantly reduced.

The game ends when there are only players on the same team left on the map.

The last team to survive was the winner of the game.

Then the screen pops up "Good luck, eat chicken tonight".

"Eighty-seven people in all. ”

At the beginning of the game, Mo Yun glanced at the number of people in the game.

He rarely played this game, because when he was first forced to become a family squat, he played it a few times, and he didn't get any substantial reward, so he simply gave up.

Today is also a whim, thinking of playing a casual game.

......

Following his teammates, Mo Yun landed at the airport.

The airport is rich in materials, but the terrain is complex, the number of jumpers is large, and the landing will start to shoot, unless it is the Fish Pond Bureau, otherwise a team of four people can rarely come out of the airport with full formation, so the more cautious team will basically not jump the airport.

Mo Yun frowned, but didn't think much about it.

Although he doesn't play much, his skills are definitely not bad, and for him, jumping everywhere is the same.

Manipulating the characters, Mo Yun seemed to be hanging, killing gods when he saw gods, killing ghosts when he encountered ghosts, and led his teammates to destroy one team after another, showing everyone's scalp numbness.

"Hold the sun, this kid is hanging!"

"Damn, it's too violent!"

"Your uncle, this is a man of God, one person chasing a group of people to kill!"

"If this doesn't open, I'll eat the keyboard!"

In the midst of everyone's doubts and amazements, Mo Yun silently withdrew from the game.

It's not exactly a matter of rewards, he wasn't very interested in eating chicken itself, and after experiencing it, he didn't plan to open it again.

However, at this moment, the system prompt sounded.

"Ding, you stayed at home and played the game for 10 minutes to gain skill gun mastery. ”

"Ding, you've been at home for 20 minutes to get a skill driving mastery. ”

Hearing the prompt tone, Mo Yun was stunned.

"Is that okay?"

Then, Mo Yun shook his head.

Whether he is proficient in driving or proficient in firearms, it is of little use to him.

As a martial artist, with his current strength, does he need these things?

Apparently not.

"Forget it, let's stop playing, let's read comics. ”

After thinking about it, Mo Yun opened the comic "Grim Reaper" and read it.

"It's good to continue to brush the Grim Reaper, with my current cultivation realm, I should be able to brush good things in the Grim Reaper. ”

Looking at the comics, the phone suddenly vibrate.

There are new WeChat messages.

Chen Sirou: "Senior Mo Yun, are you there?"

Mo Yun: "No. ”

Chen Sirou: "Okay. ”

Mo Yun: "......"

......

Jiangnan Wuhan University Gymnasium, exchange competition venue.

Wang Qian's eyes widened and she looked at the president He Yiyi, she wondered if she had auditory hallucinations just now.

"President, what did you just say, Nangong Martial Arts Pavilion Master Nangong Li and his disciples were injured?"

He Wuyi stared and said, "I just received the news that they were indeed injured, I heard that the injuries were quite serious, and now they are lying in the hospital unconscious." ”

"Huh?" Wang Qian was stunned at first, and then rejoiced.

"Great, the disciple of the Nangong Pavilion is the seed player of the Nangong Martial Arts Pavilion, the peak martial artist of the third grade, without him, no one in the Nangong Martial Arts Pavilion is the opponent of the president, this exchange match, we have won!"

He Wuyi's expression was a little more relaxed, and his face was full of smiles.

"I didn't expect such a result, it seems that we have been favored by the god of luck, if this exchange match is really lost, the principal will have to pick my skin. ”

"There is no Song Yu to participate, and there is no Nangong Li to give them a mind, if we can't win this exchange match, then we can find a tree and hang ourselves. ”

Hearing this, Wang Qian's expression was first delighted, then turned to doubt, and finally a little confused.

"President, what did you just say?"

"What?"

"You just said Song, Song Yu?" Wang Qian said.

"That's right, Song Yu, the senior disciple of the Nangong Martial Arts Pavilion, the peak martial artist of the third grade, haven't you read the information carefully?"

Wang Qianxing's eyes widened, her face was full of surprise, and she muttered in her heart: When did my cousin go to the Nangong Martial Arts Hall?

"What do you ask him for? Do you know him?"

"Count, let's know. Wang Qian smiled awkwardly, thought about it, and said quickly: "By the way, president, Mo Yun said that he didn't participate in the finals." ”

"Okay, got it. He nodded without intention.

"Aren't you surprised?" Wang Qian was stunned.

"I guessed it. He said unintentionally.

"What do you mean?" Wang Qian wondered.

"It's okay, let's keep watching. He shook his head.

Wang Qian nodded and didn't ask any more.

At this time, she didn't have the heart to care about this, her mind was full of Song Yu's affairs.

She hadn't seen this cousin in a long time.

Song Yu has been away from home all these years, and he rarely has contact with his family, not to mention Wang Qian, even his parents don't know what he is doing.

To Wang Qian's surprise, Song Yu actually joined the Nangong Martial Arts Hall.

In Wang Qian's memory, Song Yu's martial arts talent was average, and he failed the college entrance examination that year, but he was not admitted to Wuhan University, and then left home.

What Wang Qian didn't expect was that Song Yu was actually in Jiangnan, and his martial arts cultivation was already the pinnacle of the third grade.

"What has my cousin experienced over the years, and his cultivation has improved so quickly?"

"No, when the exchange competition is over, I have to ask him if he has any tricks. ”

"When the time comes, tell Mo Yun and let him know that his cousin, who has such a poor talent, can become a great master through hard cultivation, so that he will be ashamed of himself and work hard to cultivate from now on. ”

Thinking of this, Wang Qian took out her mobile phone and prepared to call Mo Yun.

What Wang Qian didn't know was that Song Yu's cultivation had been zeroed, and he didn't know whether he was lying on the hospital bed or alive.

And all of this was done by Mo Yun.