Zhou Yidong looked around and found a row of computers under the ring, and several staff members seemed to be debugging.

Seeing this scene, Zhou Yi put his heart back in his stomach.

He has seen a lot of professional esports competitions, usually when the tournament opens, the players enter the competition and interact with the fans first, and then the staff will move the computers to the venue.

A sense of ritual.

Well, it must be a sense of ritual.

Zhou Yi reasoned according to it and put himself to sleep.

He was very emotional in his heart, two rich second generations played a game, and it was so formal.

No wonder Yu Dashao is willing to spend 10,000 yuan to hire someone to fight on his behalf, just for the scene in front of him, the cost of those hundreds of extras alone is more than 10,000.

"Ember, this is the master you found?" Xiao Yong in the ring spoke.

"So what?"

Yu Dashao, who was called by his name, was very unhappy, turned his head to Zhou Yi and said, "Great God, go up and teach him to be a man!" ”

Zhou Yi wanted to experience the professional arena and walked into the ring in a hurry.

When he and Xiao Yong stood still in the field, the picture was full of a sense of disobedience.

Xiao Yong is 1.85 meters tall, burly, powerful, and the strong muscles that the black vest can't cover seem to contain mysterious power.

And Zhou Yicai is only 1.75 meters, with a thin body, and he looks like he has stayed up all night in a game house, and he looks like he hasn't woken up.

The two stand together, no matter how you look at it, they are not a heavyweight.

Xiao Yong touched his head, showed off the bulging muscles of his arms, and looked at Zhou Yi with a mocking face: "Boy, the hair hasn't grown, you don't want to die if you ask for money, right?" Since I heard that I was going to fight, how many fighters didn't dare to play, why did you fight me? ”

Zhou Yi saw that this is another sense of ceremony, which is equivalent to professional players spewing trash talk to each other before the game, to put it bluntly, it is psychological warfare, and put a little pressure on the opponent first.

In terms of trash talk, Zhou Yi is professional, and immediately replied to the opponent with mental retardation: "I'm wondering, it's just a game, you show off your muscles and have a fart?" ”

"A game? Hahahaha! ”

Xiao Yong laughed: "You're right, the God of War is a game in itself. However, I'm afraid you can't afford to play! ”

The corners of Zhou Yi's mouth rose: "The more you scream, the more confident you are in your heart, are you unaffordable, can't you afford to play?" ”

Xiao Yong's smile froze, and his expression was a little strange: "Boy, you have successfully aroused my curiosity. I'm not sure if you're a master or an ignorant fearless, I don't bully the nameless, and report your name as the god of war! ”

"It's itchy and under-sucking." Zhou Yi reported his game ID as lonely as snow, he believed that as long as he was an old player of the God of War, he should be a little forced to count as soon as he heard his ID.

How do you know that Xiao Yong didn't mean to retreat in the face of difficulties: "I haven't heard of it, my god of war title is [Iron Fist Invincible], and those who know each other now admit defeat, in case there are three long and two short after a while, and the consequences will be borne by yourself." ”

Rookie, the identification is complete!

Zhou Yi lost interest in the opponent in front of him, he was in the top ten in the national service and the top 100 in the international server, and the other party didn't know his name. And Iron Fist is invincible with such a low ID, it doesn't look like a master at first glance, and it is estimated that he is a rookie after the global ranking of millions.

Thinking of abusing vegetables in such a professional arena, Zhou Yi felt a sense of loneliness that he couldn't find an opponent, and sent a wave of benefits to the novice with compassion: "I'm in a hurry, hurry up and start, I'll let you make three moves first." ”

"Let me make three moves?"

Xiao Yong suspected that he had heard it wrong, and said blankly: "Boy, what do you mean?" ”

Zhou Yi said proudly: "I don't mean anything else, I just want you to be a rookie to experience how big a gap there is between you and me." ”

Xiao Yong was furious when he heard this: "Who are you talking about?" ”

Zhou Yi didn't say anything: "Whoever answers, I say whom." ”

Xiao Yong's eyes widened like copper bells: "Stupid beep, believe it or not, Lao Tzu killed you?" ”

"Huh."

Zhou Yi had no pressure: "There are more people who want to kill me, how old are you?" It seems that you are quite confident, I like to play with people who think you have strength, if you feel capable of playing with me, I don't mind accompanying you to the end. ”

Xiao Yong was shown off by the other party's middle two pairs, and he couldn't figure out whether the other party was pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

Zhou Yi turned on the trash talk mode and has already entered the play: "No matter what means you use, I have a hundred ways to defeat you, but you are helpless." Hehe, I'll let you understand that it's easy to itch and suck and never talk empty words. ”

"Look for death, look at the trick!"

Xiao Yong's anger gauge reached the full value, and he punched Zhou Yi in the face.

Zhou Yi was caught off guard, and three symbols slowly floated out of his mind: ???

Xiao Yong was unforgiving, and immediately increased his strength and played a set of combination punches.

Bang bang bang ......!

Zhou Yi was hit his face more than a dozen times, and he didn't understand the situation at all.

The conscience of heaven and earth, he is good at playing games, real PK is not his forte, the profession is not right!

He was blasted to the edge of the ring, looking at the embers under the ring in confusion.

Yu Dashao also looked at Zhou Yi in confusion: "Great God, do it!" Three moves have passed, and you let him make more than a dozen moves! ”

“？？？”

Zhou Yi has not been beaten to the point of dizziness, and his thinking is very clear.

Judging from Yu Dashao's dialogue, the other party did not spend money to play games with him.

He remembered one thing, due to the popularity of "God of War" all over the world, some true fans around the world simulated a kind of cos competition, just like a shooting game changed to reality where everyone shoots at each other with a toy gun. Judging from the urine in front of him, Ember wanted to play the live-action version of God of War with Xiao Yong, and he didn't want to be beaten, so he spent 10,000 yuan to invite Zhou Yi to be a sandbag.

After figuring out this setting, Zhou Yi had hundreds of alpacas galloping past in his heart.

Nima, I said it was a live-action version earlier, and I knew that labor and management would not come!

This is not a car to kindergarten, big brother driver, I want to get off!

Zhou Yi's heart was broken, and he had the heart to admit defeat. At this time, he found out that there was a middle-aged uncle in the ring, look at the shape with the whistle in his mouth, it should be the referee, Zhou Yi covered his face and shouted to the referee: "Stop, pause!" ”

"The game has started and cannot be suspended." Uncle Referee is very principled.

"Didn't you say I'm a rookie, come on, fight with me!"

Xiao Yong roared and rushed over, he didn't knock Zhou Yi down with his signature combination punch just now, he was very resentful in his heart, and he used all his strength to eat milk at this moment.

Bang bang ......!

Zhou Yi was beaten more than a dozen times, and he was beaten to the point of doubting his life.

Thinking of the cruel words he released before the fight, he himself despised himself and experienced the tragedy of pretending to beep failure. kept saying that there were a hundred ways to hang Xiao Yong, but as a result, he was beaten by Xiao Yong in various fancy ways, and he really had no face to face the ancestors of the old Zhou family.

Damn, shame on you!

A strong sense of shame ignited a mysterious power in the teenager's body.

The clay man also has three points of fire, not to mention a hot-blooded boy like Zhou Yi, he throws a punch indiscriminately, and the effect is outstanding.

Bang!

Xiao Yong was actually punched ten steps away and hit the rope on the other side of the ring.

"Great god, good job, rise up!"

Ember stood under the ring cheering loudly, his face red with excitement.

He was quite confident in Zhou Yi, because Zhou Yi was the first person he had ever seen who had not fallen down after being punched by Xiao Yong three times.

With this ability to resist hits, Ember has reason to believe that Zhou Yi is a master and a master.

Xiao Yong, who was leaning on the edge of the ring, looked confused, and couldn't believe that Zhou Yi's casual punch was accompanied by such terrifying power.

Zhou Yi also looked confused, and he was all shown by himself.

It was only at this moment that he finally realized a problem: how could he not feel pain after receiving so many critical blows?

It's not black or blowing, the process of him being beaten by fancy hangings before was like a three-year-old girl in the neighbor's house beating dozens of times with a small fist, and it didn't hurt at all!

When the thought came to him, something was activated and the standard answer was found.

Half a meter away in the void in front of him, a screen shaped like a monitor appeared, on which battle information was floating.

"Your opponent's attack power is too low to break your defenses."

"Your opponent's attack power is too low to break your defenses."

"The opponent's attack power is too low......"

From the analysis of the battle log, every time Zhou Yi was hit hard just now, the virtual screen gave a hint.

Zhou Yi rubbed his eyes to confirm that he was not dazzled.

He was no stranger to that virtual screen at all, wasn't that the game interface of a knife 999???