The Tianfu team has no ambitions for the god-level legendary account of the self-simulated character.

But.

They were ecstatic about the [Essence of the Godhead of the God of Sleep] that Zhang Qing obtained, at least this dungeon battle was not in vain, and the only one who was slumped was probably only Comrade Asura, who stood in line from beginning to end and succeeded, and in the end did not get anything.

And Zhang Qing fell into deep thought after getting this material.

He is different from others, and when he gets the material, he begins to fantasize about how his homemade weapons can be distinctive, and he is thinking about how to use homemade weapons to fit his own positioning.

Commentary seat, a series of analyses.

Award Ceremony.

Jiang Xun got a card with a silver shell, and wrote the account password on the card.

The account number is simple - 001.

Passwords are a bit more complex and W1436877X.

The account can't be changed, and the password can be modified, but judging from the 001 account, the game company is estimated to distribute a lot of self-proposed god-level legendary accounts, but what the conditions are, and there is no clue for the time being.

This is followed by the last of the three activities.

Interact with your fans.

It is said to be interactive, which is essentially similar to a book signing, where fans enter the main stage in batches and ask for autographs and group photos from their favorite professional players.

First, take a photo and sign autographs with the players who came from the second event.

Many professional players sat down in groups with their team's logo and flag.

"Mr. Jiang, the will to fight of the Grim Reaper, are you interested in throwing it out?" Yan Hong asked coldly.

"It's dispensable." Jiang Xun must use it himself, but it doesn't mean that he has to use it.

"One hundred thousand." Yan Hong said, "This material is very suitable for Shen Yiming. ”

The Assassin cancels the forward and backward swing movements, reducing the stiffness time... For a player who specializes in playing assassins, the improvement is huge.

Now the market for homemade weapons has stabilized.

The average value of homemade weapons on the market is around 20,000.

There are 129 homemade weapons circulating on the market, but it's a pity that this kind of homemade weapon developed by ordinary players seems to be not much different from the homemade weapons developed by professional players.

But in fact, in addition to the pale gold border of the homemade weapon, many of the self-made weapons developed by ordinary players cannot be put on the table.

The special effects they provide are too poor.

There is almost no increase for the pros, just a handsome homemade weapon with a pale gold border.

"100,000 yuan is ripe, right?" Jiang Xun said: "You can't fool me with such a price just because you are an acquaintance." ”

"Damn, this material is not a 100% success rate of homemade weapons, what if we fail? Have you ever thought about this? If you have a 100% shipment rate, I'll give you a million, okay? Yan Hongyi said rhetorically.

Jiang Xun thought so.

Oh, yes.

This is not a material with a 100% success rate, but it is just a huge increase in the shipment rate, and it would be tragic to think about it if the Zhengrong team was hacked to a certain level and spent money to buy an air.

"100,000, will you fight for the Rong team to give me some materials?" Jiang Xun decided to agree to this deal, after all, 100,000 yuan is not a small amount, and it can be equipped with a computer with the same configuration as the desktop in his bedroom.

You can also eat Malatang for several years.

"Yes, what do you want?" Yan Hong said.

Jiang Xun took the pen and asked the staff for some extra signature paper.

Whoosh wrote a lot of words.

"You're a bastard, aren't you?" The moment Yan Hong got the paper, his hands were trembling, and he couldn't help but burst into a rough mouth, who had always been elegant and easy-going.

[Essence of Stone], [Red Fire Crystal], [Arrow's Skull], [Sheath of Rodadan], [Ekus Gold], ......

"And that's how the supplemental material is made? That's a bunch of materials, right? Yan Hong said speechlessly.

"Make up a little bit of each material." Jiang Xun said.

"And that said?" Yan Hong vomited blood.

"And I believe that you have a great team to fight for, and each material has a little bit of it." Jiang Xun said: "No, forget it, I like the material of the god of death quite a lot, so I can simply use it to strengthen the [Dream Hidden Dragon Spear]." ”

"If you strengthen your equipment, the increase in the effect provided will be reduced by at least half, you are a shameful waste!" Yan Hong sighed and said, "Okay, I agreed to this condition." ”

"Looks like you really need this material." Jiang Xun said that he had these things open his mouth, because he didn't really want to throw out the material of [Death's Will to Fight], and in his mind, it was difficult for the other party to agree to such a difficult request.

But since the other party is willing, Jiang Xun will not suffer.

Yan Hong agreed so happily, but also a little selfish, he made a decision for the sake of the 'common people in the world' in the online game, if Jiang Xun is allowed to strengthen it like this, he will soon become a lawless existence in the online game.

When the time comes, this guy's name will appear in any online game boss battle.

It's strong enough in itself, and you still use this kind of material to make yourself stronger, how can you fight?

And the Zhengrong team ate this material, which also strengthened its combat ability in online games, and also provided an exclusive self-made weapon for Shen Yiming's god-level characters in the competitive mode.

For this material, there is still some momentum that must be obtained.

While they were still trading in the shadows.

The railing leading from the auditorium to the main stage was opened, and the first fans poured into the main stage to choose their favorite contestants for group photos.

There is a large influx of fans on the side of the Fighting Team.

"Can I take a picture with you?" A European man with long loose hair asked enthusiastically, he had a faint cologne on his body, and here in Europe, both men and women are very fond of using perfume.

Jiang Xun replied, of course.

The European male fan bent down, leaned against the autograph table, leaned his head towards Jiang Xun's position, held the mobile phone in his right hand, and stretched out a V-shaped shape in his left hand.

The group photo ends.

He pulled out his signature paper.

Jiang Xun naturally signed his name.

Hanmei sharpened the sword - ColdSword - Jiang Xun.

Three nicknames, signed in a very symmetrical position, Jiang Xun's words are not a master of art, but they are at the level of normal people, not as ugly as ghost paintings.

The male fan hid the autograph as if he had found a treasure.

"Come on!" He said kindly.

And the long fan signings.

In the process of taking photos and signing autographs, I passed.

Jiang Xun's hands were a little cramped when he signed the sign.

"Do you have to do this every game?" Jiang Xun said distressedly.

"Yes, the organizer earns ticket money, not a bonus, if you don't sign autographs for fans, how will fans buy tickets next time? If the organizer can't make money, the club can't make money, the club doesn't have money, and you still expect us to get the money? Yan Hong said: "This is a series of chain reactions. ”

"But why are so many people asking me for autographs?" Jiang Xun looked at the empty signature paper in front of his desk, and then looked at the mountain of signature paper on Cui Le's side, God knows how many he signed.

"You guys, after playing for so long, are your popularity so bad?"

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