As if sensing something, Feng Piaoyi suddenly raised his head and looked towards Chen He and them.

Chen He's breathing suddenly stagnated.

The wind's flowing face is clearly projected on the screen.

The eyebrows are clear, and the corners of the mouth are slightly opened.

The screams of the fans were even worse.

Feng Piaoyi faced the camera, adjusted the position of the cap, and pressed the broken hair falling from his forehead into it, and then put his eyes back on the screen.

"The great god is so cute."

"What to do, I really want to sleep with him."

The wind is elegant, and this action has brought more fans enthusiasm.

The corners of Chen He's mouth couldn't help but twitch a few times, "Are these fans crazy?" ”

Wei Du raised his eyebrows, "Isn't it normal for fans to like players, it's because you're not normal." ”

Chen He was dumbfounded.

Seeing the wind fluttering, she was not as excited as she imagined, maybe this scene had been thought about too many times in her heart, and when it really came, it was not as beautiful as she imagined.

Compared with the support for Feng Yiyi, Luo Chenhui's side was much bleaker.

First, Feng Piaoyi itself has more fans than Luo Chenhui, and secondly, Luo Chenhui squeezed out Sima Lao Thief and became the captain of the righteous team, which was originally despised, so that now almost only the voice of supporting Feng Piao Yi can be heard on the field.

Luo Chenhui's face was a little ugly, and he let a touch of Chenhui also enter the martial arts arena.

This time, the map is in Netherworld.

The whole world was gray, and from time to time there were ghosts floating by.

The forest is deep and dark, with no end in sight.

Although these ghosts are not aggressive, combined with those terrifying screams, they still make people feel frightened.

I don't know if it's the wind that is too lucky, or the luck of a touch of morning light is too bad, as soon as the two of them entered the map, they took a photo.

A touch of morning light was stunned for a moment, and then sneered.

As a melee character, the candle dragon is bound to be stronger than the mage when fighting closely.

"The wind is dangerous! A flash of morning light reacted first, and he raised his shield and smashed it into the wind. Oops, Feng Piaoyi didn't dodge, hasn't he figured out how to take it yet! A touch of Chenhui's shield hit Feng Piaoyi, and Feng Piaoyi directly lost a third of his blood, which was not a good thing for a crispy mage! Wang Yang was so anxious that he cried out.

Less than half a minute after entering the map, the two were already fighting.

Compared with the first two games, the audience obviously did not react.

A touch of morning light saw that the wind was elegant and did not dodge it in the slightest, and he was shocked, but then he sneered, the so-called great god is nothing more than that.

He took the shield in his left hand, drew his broadsword in his right hand, and slashed at the wind again.

The big knife weighing 100 catties slashed down, and even the air became a little distorted.

The crowd exclaimed.

The big knife slammed down with a strong wind.

Dust was flying, and gravel was splattered.

A touch of morning light held the big knife, and looked at the position where Feng Piaoyi was standing just now with some blankness.

No one.

A sense of crisis swept over Luo Chenhui.

"Give you half a blood." The sound of the wind suddenly sounded.

Luo Chenhui sneered, "A mistake is a mistake, how can you let it?" ”

"Huh." The wind fluttered and chuckled.

His voice seemed far away, but he couldn't tell where it was coming from.

A touch of morning light held the shield in front of him, carefully observing, and suddenly, a sense of crisis suddenly hit, Luo Mochen only felt that the hairs on his body stood up.

He was not allowed to think about it, and a flash of fire fell from the sky.

"On it." Feng Piaoyi seemed to sigh, "I can't even judge the position of the opponent, what kind of profession do you play." ”

Luo Chenhui's face turned red, and he hurriedly raised his shield to block the fireball falling from the sky.

However, when he raised his shield, a figure attacked behind him, and Feng Piaoyi directly slapped him unconscious.

The dragon swings its tail!

Luo Chenhui was directly stunned on the ground.

The wind fell in front of him.

"Didn't you say it was up there!" Luo Chenhui roared uncontrollably.

"Skills are on top, people are behind you." The wind said softly, then raised the staff.

The overwhelming skills smashed down.

The cheers of the audience were deafening.

Wang Yang has already stood up, "The situation has shown a one-sided trend, Feng Piaoyi completely suppressed a touch of morning light, oh my God, Feng Piaoyi's skills don't cost money, why are there so many." ”

"A touch of morning light hasn't given up, he stands up, ah, he's been pumped away again."

A touch of morning glow stood up again, this time he raised his shield and put himself in shape, fully armed but it seemed useless, and he fell again.

"It's just a torture, my God, a touch of morning light...... It's just that there is no operation, and he has been on the verge of being pumped away. The damage of Wind Drift is too high. A glimmer of morning glow was bloody. ”

"Does he have a chance to fight back!! Come on, a touch of morning glow!! ”

"Well, he didn't. A touch of morning glow completely fell down, and it was cool. ”

In just five minutes, the wind was blowing and the game was over.

This is probably the shortest game ever played in the professional league. Even if it was just an exhibition match, a touch of morning glow was pressed and beaten from beginning to end, and there was no power to resist at all.

Wang Yang's obviously biased commentary attracted bursts of cheers from the audience.

No one blames him for the irony of affection in his words, because Luo Chenhui has lost the character of a professional player by excluding veterans for his own interests.

There was hardly any stop, and Luo Chenhui hurried off.

Feng Piao sat in his chair and slowly exited the game.

Chen He was already stunned in the chair, "Why is the wind so strong?" ”

It's not like she's never seen a windy game, but this style of play that completely overwhelms another professional player is simply jaw-dropping.

Wei Du smiled, "Don't you see that the players on the other side of Qingyi have a problem with their mentality......

From Xiao Zhan to Luo Chenhui, the performance of each of them is too far from their peak.

The retirement of Sima Lao Thief may have an impact on them that they did not expect.

Chen He subconsciously looked back, and through the crowd, she vaguely saw Han Mo sitting at the back.

He wore a black coat and looked skinny and inconspicuous in the crowd.

Everyone around him was shouting the name of the wind fluttering, and he quietly watched the video of the game replaying on the screen amid cheers.

Chen He couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, but she vaguely felt that all this was not what Han Mo wanted to see.

Even if his retirement is caused by the affection he has put everything into it, he definitely does not want to see such a result of affection.

Chen He's heart suddenly swelled with a sense of loss that came out of nowhere.

Wei Du's hand fell on Chen He's head, and turned her head back to the opposite side of the stage, "It's not good to look at your man, what are you looking at?" ”

"You're my man." Chen He subconsciously retorted.

Wei Du's eyes became meaningful.

Chen He realized what he had said, and instantly retracted into his coat, hid it, and stopped making a sound.