The competitive world should be a world, not a venue, even if Ma Tianyun restored the Roman Empire, where the entire gladiatorial arena was located, I am afraid it could not be called a competitive world. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Because, to do so is nothing more than restoration, or rather the creation of a world with a struggle between life and death. Obviously, this world cannot be called a competitive world. It may be called a gladiatorial world in general, but it is certainly not a qualified competitive world.

In the world of athletics, the focus is on competition. A world where competition is everywhere, and competition is taking place everywhere in the world. As long as you enter this world, you can only keep competing. There may be fighting, maybe there will be life and death, and even open and secret fighting. Athletics is the core, and such a world can be called a competitive world.

Take, for example, the wizarding world. The core is in magic, a world full of magic, a world full of magic. Magic is at the heart of that world.

And the gladiatorial world that Ma Tianyun began to establish, excluding the gladiatorial arena in Rome, where is there gladiatorial fighting? How can a world be full of wrestling? There are slaves and fights everywhere, but in a complete gladiatorial world, it is not at all. The gladiatorial fight was just a deformed entertainment of that historical time.

Besides, mission 3 has made it clear that test the world and win the competition yourself. No kidding, okay? Let a guy who stays at home all day and is not diligent on all fours go to gladiatorial fights, and if he doesn't cheat, he can't think of how to win on fair terms.

Therefore, Ma Tianyun only built the city of Rome for half an hour before reacting. The so-called world of gladiatorial fighting is the world where he is dying.

24 hours should be a normal attempt and create a standard time for competitive time.

And now, Ma Tianyun only has less than three hours left. Under normal circumstances, it would be impossible for him to complete the task.

But how could I wait to die?

Ma Tianyun thought of Yueru, who was still waiting for him to sell stones back, and suddenly a smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

He already knew what kind of competitive world he was going to create.

Ma Tianyun hovered over the half-built Roman city, half-crouched, a drawing book and a pencil appeared in his hands at the same time.

He pulled the sketchbook up his left leg, and with his right hand quickly drew a square on the sketchbook that covered the paper, not very standard, but also basically square.

Then connect the lower left corner and the upper right corner with a dotted line, with a few strokes, and start from the lower left corner along the left and upper edges, and connect the lower and right edges to the upper right corners with a dotted line. In this way, two routes are vaguely drawn.

After that, Ma Tianyun moved his pen like flying, and quickly filled the entire square in the form of a simple diagram.

It's not that Ma Tianyun doesn't know how to draw, and he used to even draw quite well. It's just that I haven't painted for a long time, and I don't have confidence, and it's impossible to carefully depict everything I need.

You know, just a simple drawing, he drew it for about fifteen minutes. In addition, all the creatures on the entire map have all kinds of different data, and he is in a hurry, and some of the data is not clear at all.

Fortunately, Ma Tianyun estimated that he could drill a loophole. That's when you create a world and test it, and you have four hours to build a competitive unit. He can use this time to recall the impressions in his memory while creating them.

In addition, there are only two and a half hours before the creation of the competitive world is completed. If every grass, tree, brick and stone needs to be laid out like in "Minecraft", then he can't do it in two and a half hours, two hundred and fifty hours. You must know that there are cattle abroad, and it took two years to complete the construction of the main city in "Final Fantasy 7".

So, Ma Tianyun has a guess. There should be a way to speed up the time of this creation, otherwise 24 hours will definitely not be able to complete the creation of this competitive world.

What he has to do now is to at least complete the creation of this world with the help of this method. She is then gradually refined during the creation of competitive units and testing.

If there was no shortcut, Ma Tianyun felt that he was really going to die. Moreover, he died by himself.

To do this, he sacrificed fifteen minutes to finish the sketch first. In fact, this is obviously gambling in nature. But he was a man who never liked to gamble, and he couldn't even bet with people.

Ma Tianyun finished drawing the picture and slowly stood up - the person in the air was just an action, but Ma Tianyun faintly brought out a different kind of momentum to this action.

Ma Tianyun said in a deep voice:

"Lord God, I know that you are everywhere in this world. I've now 'conceived' the world of athletics, but it can't be done in 24 hours. I think I should be able to ask the Lord God to help me with it. ”

Ma Tianyun's voice was not very loud, but because he was high in the air, the voice rolled away, echoing in the valley in the distance, echoing for nearly ten seconds.

However, for a full minute, there was no response.

Ma Tianyun was also worried about whether the main god would respond on his mobile phone, even if he didn't hear any prompt sound, he still took out his mobile phone, unlocked it, and checked it.

In the face of empty information, Ma Tianyun was still unwilling. Holding up the drawing book, inside were three sketches of the competitive world he had drawn. The first is a map. The second is a functional building (Towers, Crystals, Crystal Hubs), and the third is a functional creature (creeps, creeps, dragons, barons, river crabs). Then he raised his voice and said, "This is a sketch of the whole world, and I'm sure it will get your way." As long as I can get it done. So I asked for the help of the Lord God. ”

As the echoes of the valley dissipated, there was still no response.

"Am I miscalculated?" Ma Tianyun's eyes suddenly flashed a little sour, and his right hand, which was holding the pencil, tightened tightly, and directly broke the pencil into two. The stubble was not very sharp, but it was deeply inserted into his palm.

The blood kept pouring out, dripping from the air, falling to the ground, seeping into the dirt.

At this moment, a gust of wind blew, and the drawing book he held in his left hand rattled. However, after a full three minutes, there was no sound other than the sounds of nature, which resembled human beings.

Ma Tianyun was a little unwilling, and repeated the previous words again. It took another three minutes, but there was still no response.

Such a short period of time is simply a torment for him.

As time passed, his mind became more and more chaotic, and the image of Yueru, as well as the words of his parents to support him and help Yueru, were mixed together, until his ears were full of buzzing noises, almost blowing his brain away.

"What have I done? How could the Lord God have such a tricky loophole? As soon as Ma Tianyun's hand was released, the drawing book and the broken pencil fell from the air. Because of the wind, the drawing book was blown by the paper and flew hundreds of meters away.

"No, I'm going to have one last word with Yueru. Even a word is good. Ma Tianyun subconsciously took out his mobile phone, opened the phone book while unlocking it, and skillfully put the name of "Xue Yueru" on it, but the red cross on the information bar glared at him mockingly like the closed eyes of a demon laughing wildly.

Ma Tianyun felt a pain in his heart inexplicably, the mobile phone fell from a high altitude, and it happened to fall on the mud where his blood was dripping, and it bounced a few times before it stopped, but the screen of the mobile phone had already been broken.

Ma Tianyun stared at the bleeding wound on his right hand, and said bitterly, "I thought that with you, I could help her." But I didn't expect to fall into the current situation because of you. ”

"Actually, I'm to blame. Yueru persuaded me, but I thought I could exchange you for enough money......"

Thinking of the stone, Ma Tianyun's heart calmed down a bit. Naturally, I remembered that three years ago, when Yueru, who was forced to laugh because of broken love, was singing on her own channel on a certain voice platform, he used the secret technique he had learned to inadvertently feel that she was actually heartbroken at that time. So, I chatted with her privately: "Since it's so heartbroken, don't sing this kind of song." ”

Ma Tianyun couldn't remember what song she was singing at that time, but he would always remember Yueru's words.

"How do you ...... Know? Yueru paused and said, "Listen to me sing." ”

Ma Tianyun only remembered that Yueru sang songs that sounded joyful, but in fact only he could understand her grief. Sighing, he sighed, "I shouldn't have thought about selling you." Just like I said at the beginning, I regard you as a testimony of my relationship with Yueru, and it is a token of the two of us. After all, I should rely on my own strength. ”

Ma Tianyun said, his right hand clenched into a fist hard. Because of the wound, this action made him feel a kind of pain in his heart, but he didn't seem to feel it.

With a wave of his left hand, the drawing book that had been blown down hundreds of meters away by the wind returned to his hand again.

It's not over yet, who can see death as a result?

At the same time, however, a feeling came from the palm of his right hand that was swollen and literally filled into his palm. I opened my palm and looked at the lost stone in my hand, as if I had never left.

Ma Tianyun smiled happily like a child, smiled, and said, "It seems to have returned to the original point." So, let's work hard for the future. ”

He gently threw the stone and caught it again, and when he opened his palm, he unexpectedly saw that in addition to the dried blood scabs between his fingers and on the palm prints, the blood on his palm was being sucked in by the stone at all, and the wound was healing quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Ha......" Ma Tianyun tightly pinched the black stone that had accompanied him for many years, as if he was talking to himself, and as if he was telling the stone, and said: "Don't say 1.5 million, 150 million won't be sold." ”

Then he exhaled and opened his voice, pointed the drawing book in his left hand to the bottom, and said in a loud voice: "Work together." In two hours, it was built. ”

As soon as the voice fell, a neutral but feminine voice in his mind asked, "Candidate." Are you sure you want the Lord God to scan your memories to help build the current world? ”

"No!" Ma Tianyun was stunned for a moment, and immediately reacted. Raising the drawing book in his left hand, he said with a firm face: "What I want to build is 'Summoner's Canyon'!" ”