Beijing. A wonton stall in an alley is open for business, but the business is relatively deserted, with only a few customers eating breakfast here.

In one of the seats, sat a young man, dressed in black, with long hair, and a handsome and fair face, looking evil and bewitching, and in front of him, several soup bowls containing wontons were piled up.

"Boss, check out." The man got up and smacked his lips, as if he was still unfinished.

"Eight pieces in total, thanks to your patronage." The boss is a middle-aged man, about forty years old, which should have been the most glorious moment of his life, but after the polishing of the wind and frost, his face is already full of wrinkles.

The boss is not familiar with this man, but he is not a stranger, and recently, every morning, this man in extraordinary clothes will always eat a few bowls of wontons at his stall.

In the circle of Beijing, there are too many intrigues and chasing fame and fortune, and many people are trying to climb up all the time, and one wrong step is often a loss. But for ordinary people like him, those power struggles are too far away, and he is already very content with running this small wonton stall every day, even if he has a meager income and occasionally can't make ends meet.

The boss knows that the city of Beijing is very large, so big that people can't imagine it, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as a hidden dragon and crouching tiger.

The boss sighed as he took a ten-dollar note from the young man's hand, but when he pulled out two one-dollar coins from the shabby drawer, turned his head, and was about to make change, there was no trace of the young man.

……

The young man left the wonton stand, humming a little song in his mouth, and walked down an alley with a leisurely pace.

Looking at the increasingly remote alley in front of him, the young man suddenly raised his head, stared at the corner of the side of the alley, and smiled playfully: "Why, after following me for so long, don't you plan to come out to say hello?" ”

A slender figure slowly walked out of the corner, and when he heard the banter in the young man's words, he was not annoyed, and said coldly: "Xiao Baiyu? ”

The young man was stunned for a moment, his eyes were raised slightly, and he asked in a cold voice with a little more vigilance in his heart.

"Who are you?"

Although he did not answer directly, he indirectly admitted his identity.

"Me? The surname is Leng, and his name is Leng Xingchen. ”

The voice of indifference came out, but it was earth-shattering.

The north is cold-blooded, cold-blooded, and cold-stard.

"I have heard of the name of the magic knife for a long time, but in "Legend", the territory is too vast and vast, and it will appear today, just to defeat you."

Although Leng Xingchen's words were very light, they could not be refused, and in addition to the indifference of ignoring the common people, his eyes gradually aroused a touch of fire.

Xiao Baiyu instinctively felt the pressure of more than a thousand jun from this uninvited guest, and that fierce momentum was not much better than that of himself in his peak state.

There is only one result, this perverted man, known as the cold-blooded emperor, is not under his own combat power.

Two men who are also dressed in black, whether in the world of "Legends" or in reality, are silently opposed.

"Are you ready? I'm going to attack. ”

Without any warning, Leng Xingchen stepped forward, his body suddenly rushed forward, jumped up in the air, and kicked him. The momentum is earth-shattering, as majestic as a mountain.

Xiao Baiyu's eyes were gloomy, he snorted coldly, suddenly raised his step, his body retreated, and easily dodged Leng Xingchen's attack, and then his fists were huo, the sound shook like the wind, and he suddenly rose up, smashing towards Leng Xingchen's chin, and the speed was amazing.

In the face of Xiao Baiyu's domineering punch, Leng Xingchen did not retreat but advanced, and the five fingers of his right palm were like knives, quickly grabbing Xiao Baiyu's arm. It is like a towering mountain, falling from the sky and shocking all directions.

Bang!

The two of them staggered their bodies, and under the blow, they looked at each other calmly, and after a short time, they stepped forward again to meet them.

This blow is evenly matched!

"Very good, fight again."

Leng Xingchen let out a low roar, not giving Xiao Baiyu a chance to breathe, his body shook, leaving an afterimage in place, and his right foot kicked out fiercely, like a lightning light, extremely fast.

"Fight!"

Xiao Baiyu's tone was cold, but his eyes bloomed with a fanatical light, and his fighting spirit was high. Quickly dodged away, Xiao Baiyu swung his fists together, and the attack was as fierce as a storm, forcing him.

A magic sword, a cold-blooded emperor, what kind of sparks will collide between the two, outsiders have no way of knowing.

……

In the blink of an eye, it has been a week since the system update was completed, and whether it is the novel unrestricted dungeon "Ethereal Water Cloud Island" or the new PVP confrontation scene "Musou Brawl", it has been talked about by countless players, and it is not too much to call it a lot of attention.

For a week, although there was only one Musou brawl, the entire world of "Legends" became boiling because of the brawl on the weekend night.

In order to ensure the principle of fairness and justice, the official "Legend" divides the brawl arena into three scenarios according to the different levels of players participating in the brawl. Each scene can accommodate up to 100 people, and the event will be held one week a week, every Sunday from 8pm to 8:30pm, and each show will last for half an hour.

Mythical Company still underestimated the enthusiasm of the players, and many players reacted that the brawl time was too short and the killing was not enjoyable, and strongly demanded that the official increase the number of brawl arenas.

After all, the Matchless Brawl Arena can not only show off its skills, but also have rich rewards such as experience and prestige to receive, and the title of the Brawl Arena official rank that can additionally increase its own attributes is undoubtedly even more exciting.

This time, it is very rare that the official "Legend" did not prevaricate many players with their usual tough attitude, and the next day, an announcement was posted on the forums and website, and an additional brawl was added every week in the future, and the time was set for 8 pm to 8:30 pm on Saturday night.

In addition to the original "Legend" level ranking and equipment ranking, the official has added a brawl arena record ranking, and many unfamiliar names have begun to be known by many players.

Sunset City - Chaos Fighters - Saturday night.

"The boss hasn't been online for a week." The rookie priest looked at the name of his friend Li Chuyi, and chose to send a message again.

"Ding, my friend is not online at the moment and cannot accept your message, you can choose to leave him a message."

This is the Nth time in a week that he has sent a message in a low-key and simple way, but every time the system has given him such a ruthless reply.

"Hey, did the boss really leave us like this?" Hunter Shang Dong sighed from the side.

"If you die, if you leave, the boss won't leave." Low-key and simple glared angrily, and couldn't help but kick Shang Dong.

"Perhaps, he is delayed by something in reality." The handsome international guy frowned slightly and guessed.

The atmosphere was a bit dreary, and everyone was distracted.

"I wanted to wait for the captain to go online and show him my level." Xiao Zhengtai muttered with a resentful face.

"Could it be that the boss is angry because he teamed up with him to farm monsters and often let him hang up?" Touching his chin in a low-key and simple manner, he thought he could liven up the atmosphere, but he found that he was completely ignored by everyone.

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