Feng Ming Jiuxiao was killed, how did Zang Feng do it? The eyes of the audience were full of doubts, and with their eyes, they really couldn't see how that space mage killed Feng Ming Jiuxiao, which didn't exist. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The silence lasted for a long time, until Zhao Yan heard a slight cough from the backstage, she reacted, adjusted the perspective to the game interface, the statue of the immortal bird at the top of the Nirvana Altar had been broken, and at the moment when the statue was broken, it was also the moment when Feng Ming Jiuxiao was killed.

It turns out that many players suddenly realized that the real Fengming Jiuxiao will become part of the altar under the judgment of special skills, and it is very difficult to destroy the altar, but to destroy the immortal bird statue at the top of the altar is not an impossible task for space mages.

And, judging from the situation at this time, it seems that the Nirvana team has suffered a real blow.

"Feng Ming Jiuxiao has no time to resurrect."

"No, he's already out of the glass room."

A burst of noise spread in the central hall, and the audience discovered a very strange thing, that is, after Feng Ming Jiuxiao was killed from the state of Nirvana, the player's ID was no longer on the scoreboard of the Nirvana team, and he himself got up from his seat as if relieved, left the glass room, and got up to go to a place.

Lavatory.

"This kid drank too much water..."

Several other members of the Nirvana team looked at the captain's departure in a daze, with strange expressions on their faces, in fact, they still had the strength to fight, but with Wang Dalong leaving, they naturally only had one choice left.

"We... We surrendered. ”

The bird of the Nirvana team groaned for a long time, shook his head helplessly, he opened the match option and chose to surrender.

"Nirvana can continue to fly, you wait."

The little bird was whispering, and his last gaze naturally fell on the space mage under the Nirvana Altar.

Zang Feng's ID was not only remembered by him, but many eyes were also on this young boy.

The semi-finals of the Three Nets League are officially over, the process is very exciting, but the ending makes people a little dumbfounded, whether it is Bai Yi or Li Chengfeng, they didn't expect the fatal point of the Nirvana team to be here, especially the Phantom team, the five of them are all assassins, and when it comes to speed, they have an advantage over space mages, but unfortunately, they just didn't expect this possibility.

"I hate..."

Li Chengfeng scratched his ears and cheeks, his eyes showed unwillingness, and he was about to rush to the competition stage to ask Qin Yi well, but he was stopped by several security guards.

Qin Yi and the others didn't stay too long, and immediately after the game, an old acquaintance picked them up, and that person was the white head who had been accompanying Miss Hei Mei.

"Brother Qin, let's go back and rest for a few days first, there is still a period of time before the finals, rest well, Miss Hei Mei has a friend to introduce to you."

"Friends?"

Qin Yi silently packed up the game equipment, and when he heard this meaningful word, his eyes narrowed slightly.

At the end of the game, everyone was happy except for the Nirvana team, but on the last dark floor of the viewing platform, there were 'old-timers' with different thoughts.

"Let's go, we'll be able to get close to that space mage in a few days."

A yellow-haired young man in a red shirt slowly got up, he pulled the well-behaved girl next to him, and slowly left, only to take a deep look at the others on the last floor of the viewing platform when he was about to leave.

The gaze is very meaningful, a little threatening, even disdainful.

"The Heavenly Sword Club has taken a fancy to that kid, pit viper, Wang Zuo, what are you going to do."

Mu Sanfen showed a smile that a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water, and Jiu Ling Wu and Chen Dazhi around him were silent, especially the genius girl Jiu Ling Wu, maybe in her eyes, the strength of the Nirvana team was not too strong, but if it was her own in the arena, she was not sure if she had the courage to rush to the Nirvana altar alone.

Sometimes, the success of a game depends on the player's mental quality and a little bit of luck.

The saddest thing is that no matter how strong the mental quality is, it is not possible to win the game, and sometimes it only takes a little luck to win it completely.

"After all, the Heavenly Sword Club is not a local competitive force in the eighty-first district, one of the ten dynasties of the Huaxia Kingdom, I believe they will not go too far."

Chen Dazhi muttered a few words silently, and was just about to get up and leave, but there was a silver bell-like laughter from Jiuling Wu's ears.

"President Wang Zuo, do you always park your bicycle near Miss Ben's car?"

Jiu Ling Wu was smiling, a very beautiful and natural smile appeared on his face, but Chen Dazhi suddenly became excited, he looked back at the young man, and his body was trembling.

"You..."

"yes, I had someone smash it."

Jiu Ling Wu smiled and stuck out his tongue at a certain captain of the second-line team of the 81st District, and left with a jump, Mu Sanfen glanced at Chen Dazhi with sympathy, left with his front foot, and then folded back with his back foot.

He bent down and took out a lunch box from the dark ground, hummed a little song and left, Chen Dazhi's face was dark, but fortunately, he gained a lot from coming to the Little Holy City this time, and he stopped talking, took out his mobile phone and made a call, and sat in his seat waiting for someone to pick him up.

"The Heavenly Sword Club, one of the dynasties of the Silver Age, after the rise of the major teams in the Golden Age, this club has been vaguely lonely, but the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, and it is really not easy to snatch that hidden blade from them."

……

Winning the game does not mean that the journey is over, the white head took Qin Yi, Qin Yi took a group of young people with shining eyes, and a group of people returned to the Jishuihe training room.

I have to say that today's game has benefited the entire comeback team a lot, no matter what world it is in, suffering and failure are the best catalysts, especially for Gan Fan and Xiao Wei, this game with the Nirvana team made them invisibly conclude some special feelings, and after returning to the training room, the atmosphere is a little charming.

"Qin Yi, rest for a few days, prepare well, there is a friend looking for you."

This is Bai Tou's last words before leaving, Qin Yi nodded and smiled, which can be regarded as indicating that he knows, as for whether he really cares about it, it is especially knowable, all in all, he is very tired today, and it is also the most tiring game since he was reborn, the Nirvana team is very strong, especially the surprise attack of his genius pen in the end, which seems simple, but it contains the incomparably old and spicy experience of the previous life.

The terrible golden age, this was Qin Yi's last thought before falling asleep.

He glanced at his phone, there was no blessing from Zhao Yan, and there was no news from the girl, it seemed that after this game, everything had changed subtly.

But no matter what, they advanced to the finals, and this result was enough to make Qin Yi feel at ease for a while.

……

On the outskirts of the small holy city, a hill.

There is a thatched house on the mountain, the thatched house comes out of the smell of food, there is an old man living in this house, his hair is white, full of energy, especially the center of the old man's eyebrows, it is a morning glow-like red, the old man is wearing a linen robe, holding a wooden stick in his left hand, shaking the soup, and his right hand is holding a ball of mud, this mud has a shape, like a small crane, wings together, it seems that it does not fly, it is a thousand miles of ambition.

"Tianhai, come and drink soup."

The old man didn't look up, but there was a sound of vicissitudes in his mouth, as the old man in the sixtieth armor spoke, a man suddenly walked in from outside the door, this man was in a suit and leather shoes, and the environment of the deep mountains and green bamboos seemed incompatible, but the man was very respectful in the face of the old man, three steps and two steps, did not make a sound, without saying a word, picked up the huge black pot, and drank the strange-smelling soup inside.