Qin Yi's indifferent smile appeared from under the pale young man's laptop, the captain of the Fresh Wind Clan, who was also here, was a man with a calm breath, facing the surprised gazes coming from all around, he nodded, and he agreed with this fact.

The reincarnation of Shura was defeated, this is a big thing in the Huaxia National Competition Circle, the ink man was silent, he stared at Qin Yi's avatar for a long time, but his face never showed any expression.

"We'll have a plan for this, by the way, who are you?"

"Ink man, I'm a little fan of yours, because my strength is okay, so I joined the artist team, by the way, my name is Mu Fan."

The young man smiled slightly and bent down very respectfully.

"Well, I said why no one from the artist team showed up today, well, it's all gone."

The ink man seemed to like this bent boy very much, and there was a hint of praise in his smile, he clapped his hand lightly, and the crowd dispersed, and there was only one last day before the start of the Qunxiong Cup, there was no time to delay, time flies, the night is coming in a flash, this night is full of tranquility in China, when the next morning comes, the flame of the Qunxiong Cup torch rushes into the sky.

"With hundreds of teams, it's a real event."

"That's right, there are no weak teams in the competition, and there are always many new god players born in each Heroes Cup."

"New Territories Troopers and ...... Artist? No, what about the artists in the team? ”

Crowded, the Champions Cup League was staged at the international venue, even though this is a large venue that can accommodate 100,000 people to watch the game together, but it seems to be leaky, especially in front of the competition table of some top teams, it is surrounded by three layers inside and three layers outside, and a strange thing happened, that is, the artist team did not show up.

The artist team, like Chaying, is a top team that has risen since the reckless era, but now it can't even see the figure, which is really disappointing, and the final result is incomprehensible, that is, the artist team directly decided to defeat after ten minutes.

"What's going on?"

Compared with the speechlessness and anger of the audience, Qin Yi and the others didn't know what to say for a long time, and they were drawn to the artist team in the first game, which made them sleepless all night, not because they were afraid, but they were very excited, but they didn't expect the artist team to even arrive at the competition venue, I have to say that in Qin Yi's eyes, this seems a little weird.

The captain of the artist team is an old acquaintance with him, and he is a professional player who truly regards glory as his life, unless he dies, otherwise it is impossible to live without a game that he does not play.

He's dead?

Qin Yi was slightly stunned, and a hint of strangeness flashed in his eyes.

"Impossible."

Soon, Qin Yi denied his absurd conjecture, since it was a direct victory, several people in the New Territories team were not all old and stubborn, and in addition to regretting, they also had a little more happiness.

The game continued, Qin Yi had no idea of leaving, in a big stage competition like the Qunxiong Cup, even if he watched from the periphery, he and several team members watched the game around, and suddenly, there was a burst of shocked roars from in front of a certain competition table.

"Look over there, how can there be a disabled person!"

Qin Yi and the others looked at each other, their expressions were stunned for a while, especially Jiang Mingyue, this genius young man's body trembled suddenly, and he stood straight in place.

Not far away, a player is slowly walking to the stage.

This is a middle-aged man, unlike ordinary players, he is a player who has lost his hands, this middle-aged man is Jiang Mingyue's father, Jiang Hai, and he is also the coach of the Sword Scream Club.

At this time, the coach was wearing a suit and sat lightly beside Ye Feng, and at this moment, Jiang Hai seemed to be ten years younger.

"Ye Feng?"

"Don't think about it, this time I'm still the main attack."

"No, hehe, I mean to say that the person who sat next to me a few years ago was Bai Xingdou, the old captain who was feared."

"At the beginning, the old captain led us to establish the Heavenly Sword Team, and there was no club at that time, so we laughed at ourselves as the Heavenly Sword Independent Regiment."

"I was still young that year, I could play ten on the field, and I dared to let others PK three times that year."

"That year, the old captain didn't dare to PK with me alone, that year I was still the core of the Heavenly Sword Club, Ye Feng, you know, I still have both hands that year."

Jiang Hai's voice was not loud, but it was very clear, it seemed that it was because this player was too peculiar, so no one around him spoke, and his words were extremely clear and spread all around.

"Hmm."

Ye Feng didn't speak, just snorted.

"Ye Feng, do you understand!"

The corners of Jiang Hai's mouth curled slightly, and his voice exploded like thunder.

Ye Feng still didn't speak, just silent.

Jiang Hai smiled, he shook his head helplessly, and there was a faint trace of indescribable brilliance spreading in the depths of his eyes.

"Take me to win once, take me to win again!"

Jiang Hai roared, he stood up suddenly, his whole body began to tremble violently, and with this burst of trembling like the pulse of the earth, his suit fell, and was replaced by a fiery red Heavenly Sword robe.

This is not the Heavenly Sword robe of this era, this dress is old, but when he saw this fiery red uniform, there were tears flashing in Ye Feng's eyes.

"The clothes that the old captain gave me were never thrown away!"

At this moment, the fighting spirit of the Heavenly Sword team reached its peak, the war drums were high, the game officially began, Qin Yi silently turned around and left this competition stage, no longer bearable to look back at the results.

Jiang Mingyue stood motionless, and no one pulled him away, perhaps this was the last time in his life that he saw his father burning again.

The years are ruthless, time flies, Qin Yi walked in front of the major competition tables, as if walking in the long river of time, he changed from the initial expressionless face to a smile, and then from a smile to a bitter smile, and finally returned to the plain, he saw not only the game, he saw the transformed soul, but also saw the king who did not yield to the years.

There are nearly middle-aged players roaring on the battlefield, losing the calmness and calmness of adults, and competing on the same stage with the hairy boy who is a few generations behind him, it looks stupid, but it makes them cry with excitement.

There are also a lot of female players who are coquettish, and the next second may turn into laughter, which is really a complex creature.

Qin Yi shook his head and continued to move forward, but at some point there was no one by his side to accompany him, and it was at this time that he finally stopped.

A smile appeared on the teenager's face again.

He saw the white clothes on the stage.