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Self-confidence is definitely not something that comes with a pat on the head, Zhang Xin'er's self-confidence comes from her strong strength.

Pseudo-Fourth-Order Awakened.

This is among a group of players who are only the strongest third-order awakened people, so they can really hammer whichever they want.

To put it mildly, apart from them, there is really no other team that is qualified to take the first place.

It's just one word - steady!

Walking into the ring, under the gaze of thousands of spectators, Yuan Bei's heart gradually became hot.

Standing on the big ring is completely different from the feeling of the small ring, the central big ring just stands on it, as if you have really stepped into the battlefield.

It's like a little less frolicking and child's play, and more solemn and solemn.

Yuan Bei's complexion gradually became serious.

The three teams stood in a triangle shape, a total of fifteen people, with all kinds of expressions on their faces, which can be regarded as a variety of life appearances.

However, invariably, the eyes of the other two teams were focused on the five people of Yuan Bei, some of whom were eager to try and some were contemplative.

The previous battle, the rain of fire and the erupting pillar of fire, left a very deep impression on everyone, and it can be said that the game was the most ferocious scene in the past three days.

Especially Yan Huohuo's quality of being able to play with one enemy and five is still at ease, which is frightening, not to mention Zhao Shiying, a shooter who has shown his violent output before.

The "first team" doesn't know when it started, but it seems to be a big demon king in this qualifier, and what makes many people wonder is that this team doesn't know where it came from.

A few other people, who can come here, are also a little famous in Lake City.

But these people seem to appear out of thin air, and they are really too bald. Eight] Eight] Reading] Book, 2√3¢o

However, Yuan Bei and the others were accustomed to it, and they all turned a blind eye to these eyes, and they didn't see it.

As the referee read out the next rules, Yuan Bei gradually understood the rules of this "out of the competition".

The organizers finally retracted the remark that "luck is also part of strength", of course, to get here, more or less, it has something to do with luck.

It's just that until now, the competition is still hard power.

The breakout match is similar to a points battle, where the three teams compete against each other, the winner earns one point, and the loser does not add points or deduct points, and fights for a total of three games.

"To put it bluntly, as long as we win two games in a row, we will be champions, right?"

The rules of the game were confused, and Yuan Bei made several detours before he came out, muttering speechlessly.

"So to speak. ”

The referee heard it, glanced at Yuan Bei, and said in a deep voice.

Of course, only the players of the three teams can hear this, and as for the audience on the field, Su Wen will explain it.

Next, it's up to you to decide who comes first.

The organizers still used the most primitive method - the lottery

This time, there was no requirement that the captain must go up to draw lots, maybe it was too good luck just now, so Zhang Xin'er asked Yuan Bei to go forward to draw.

Yuan Bei didn't take it seriously.

"I'm lucky, if I can still have a bye, I'll eat the lottery box!"

After all, there is a younger brother of Oushen, and his luck may have been used to become his elder brother, and Yuan Bei is very aware of the matter of non-chieftain.

Walking forward, Jiang Zhengbo, a man who looks like a noble son, finally found a chance to say a word to Yuan Bei, and he didn't care about signing it, with a serious expression on his face, he said confidently:

"Yuan Bei, I have already found your weakness, the first this time, it will definitely be our night squad!"

Yuan Bei glanced at him, took out a folded piece of paper from the lottery box casually, opened it and looked, sure enough, a huge "battle"!

This word is written with a brush, silver hook with horns, dragon flying phoenix dance, this word looks, there is a sense of solemnity of two people facing each other.

The good-looking Yuan Bei doesn't know the word "war" anymore.

"This victory will only belong to our Night Squad. Jiang Zhengbo said as he opened the paper in his hand.

Yuan Bei glanced over and glanced at the sign in Jiang Zhengbo's hand, which was a blank piece of paper.

"Tsk. ”

Yuan Bei sighed: "You are so lucky, how can you be my opponent?"

Jiang Zhengbo: ???

Is there any connection between the two?

"It's good to work hard and fight for second place. ”

Jiang Zhengbo just wanted to open his mouth to say something, but Yuan Bei didn't give him any chance at all, patted him on the shoulder, turned his head and walked towards his team.

"First...... It's so lonely!"

This kind of loneliness is unbearable, let's bear it!

......

The draw is over, and their opponent is obviously visible, Sledgehammer Squad!

And their team, there is only one person who deserves attention.

The one who held a wooden hammer and carried his teammates all the way to the final.

But it's a pity that this master who lifts four is likely to really be carried down after a while, and when he thinks of this, Yuan Bei can't help but set his eyes on the strong man who is nearly two meters tall.

At this time, he was gently stroking the hammer head, and a pair of eyes were also staring at Yuan Bei and a few people, and when he saw Yuan Bei looking over, his eyes remained the same, but he looked at him coldly.

Yuan Bei grinned, a mouthful of white teeth bared at him.

I hope that when he is carried down by autism for a while, he will be able to remember his kind smile!

After all, his own hand is prepared for his team's thighs......

What Yuan Bei thought in his heart, Zhang Hammer naturally didn't know, he was stunned, and he didn't know what to use to react.

The night squad exited, and with Su Wen's explanation, the two teams had already set up a posture and stood in their respective formations.

On the opposite side, Zhang Hammer stood at the front, the double shield battle stood on the flank, and the two corners stood at the two corners, and the distance between them was at least nearly ten meters.

Obviously, the opposite side is not a real wine bag rice bag, and a certain amount of research has been done, such a relatively scattered position can effectively avoid being brought into her "Fire Military Training" rhythm by Yan Huohuo.

And Yuan Bei's side has returned to normal, with a 212 lineup, with Zhang Peng and assassin Zhang Xin'er in front, auxiliary Yuan Bei in the middle, and fire law Yan Huohuo and shooter Zhao Shiying in the back.

The distance between several people is not close, and they are all in their own comfortable output environment.

Faintly, the breath of the two sides was mixed with each other, and the source power surged, as if there was a snow-white bear of the northern land roaring, a wolf king with blue eyes staring, a qiang fire roaring, and a giant hammer clanging!

The scene became quiet all of a sudden, and even the audience who were still shouting before was quiet at this time.

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

Yuan Bei didn't hear anything, he could only hear his own heartbeat.

In such an environment, Yuan Bei's blood became hot, and even a little hot, a trace of indescribable momentum climbed, and faintly, a metal baseball bat loomed.

Zhang Xin'er, who was standing in front, trembled in vain, and turned her head to look at Yuan Bei with deep meaning.

Yuan Bei seemed to smell something wonderful.

That's the taste of victory. 11