Chapter 159: Truth

Early the next morning, the martial arts field was crowded with people, and the weather was thousands.

Media reporters appear in a special capacity, ready to transmit the best images to headquarters.

The Divine Guards are tightly surrounded, and each one is powerful, and they are responsible for maintaining the order of the arena.

Representatives of the sect attended in full costume, sat on the rostrum and enjoyed the admiration and honor of thousands of people.

They are not simple NPCs, but special beings with independent programs.

There have been media reports before, saying that a famous player in the formation area touched the program of the sect boss by chance, became a personal disciple, and the sect master passed on the skills hand in hand, and also won the first top martial arts in the rivers and lakes.

After the rumors leaked, the player was then chased and killed by people from all walks of life, which led to the sect forces behind him and caused a bloody case.

The details were not reported by the media later, and it is said that the player chose to keep it secret and the system blocked it, which means that the media can't dig deeper.

So far, no matter how high the player's cultivation is and how powerful he is, he doesn't dare to easily offend the system sect, but chooses to curry favor.

Because at this stage, the existence that really stands at the peak of martial arts is still the system sect.

Just then, firecrackers crackled outside the arena. Wang Buji changed his costume and looked radiant, swept away his previous sloppy form, and made a high-profile appearance surrounded by a group of casual players.

In the martial arts in the south of the city, Wang Buji's existence is definitely the spiritual pillar of most wandering players, and his decent image is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people and highly respected.

Next up was this season's Black Madu Day, with a stern face and a majestic body as straight as a sword, looking straight ahead, completely unaffected by his surroundings.

His appearance did not have Wang Buer's bag, he was quiet and did not even have an escort, he was alone, and only a few pieces of applause came from the scene.

The person who appeared next was Sick Erlang, who was as famous as Wang Buji, but because he was cold and arrogant, he didn't like to make friends, although his strength was undoubted, but his interpersonal relationship was far inferior to Wang Buer.

Therefore, there were no firecrackers in his appearance, and the applause was obviously much less than that of Wang Fuji.

And the top 32 players who appeared next were all just a small range of fans, and none of them were as popular as Wang Buji.

When the demon moon appeared, the scene set off a small climax.

As one of the four beauties in the district, Demon Moon is naturally not imaginary, with countless fans, and has become the dream goddess of many Jianghu people.

Tu Shangqian, as the backing of the demon moon, was naturally happy to see it, and the serious old face couldn't help but smile.

After the first product meeting, Zhao Chengfeng of the Southern Alliance was next to appear, who was also hugged in front and back, with decent pomp and circumstance, wearing a white robe and drumming in the wind, handsome and chic, and graceful, which received applause and shouts from many female players, and the scene chased after the sick Erlang.

In contrast, the appearance of Yang Zitao of the Heroes Club was more embarrassing, only the Heroes Club's own people applauded during the whole process, and everyone else watched numbly.

This is also normal, because any organization must have a conflict with the vast majority of wandering players in terms of resources.

The human and financial resources of the Heroes Club are relatively weak, and the operation is far inferior to that of the Yipinhui and SAARC.

As a result, many contradictions have accumulated deeper and deeper, and they have not taken the initiative to resolve them, which is why the popularity has become weaker and the hatred has increased.

Weile helped Wu Ziyan lead a group of female disciples on the red carpet, which immediately gave people the visual impact of spring returning to the earth and a hundred flowers competing for beauty, and countless people shouted and shouted, just for the Pomeranian to smile.

In the distance, the crowd suddenly became lively. Messy appeared on the stage wearing battle armor, and his strength and financial resources almost firmly established the position of the richest man in the south of the city.

The people who befriended him were like carp crossing the river, and even the Nanmeng and Yipinhui had tried to win him over before, but they were not interested in the business of the rivers and lakes, and they were not short of money.

Therefore, the two major gangs were rejected outright.

The messy appearance brought the atmosphere of the scene to the peak, and even Wang Buji's pomp was left far behind him.

"This is a rich man! Everywhere you go, you will have fragrant buns. "Invincible Xiaoqiang, envious.

"Little Master, your reputation is not very good, will it be embarrassing to appear this time!" Qingluan asked him weakly.

On the night of the funeral, he had a bitter face and didn't say a word. I thought: Is my reputation really that bad?

Because of the things on face, most of the things that say they don't care about are self-deception, and when it comes to the issue of decency, everyone wants to fight.

Funeral night is no exception, but the pomp and circumstance of Messy and Wang Fuji are too big, and it is almost impossible to surpass them.

It is the five major forces in the south of the city, and the ghost night flower can only be at the bottom, and the human and financial resources really can't be compared with the other four major organizations.

The only advantage is to have your own brand, which has unlimited potential, but it takes time and space to develop.

These are the directions that are currently being worked on on the night of the funeral.

"Xiaoqing, you have to remember that the most important thing in being a person and doing things is the heart. Because a hundred people have a hundred different mindsets, and if you think about them all, then it means that you have to divide your mind into a hundred parts. That won't make you happy, it will only make you emaciated and miserable. "The funeral night pretended to be unfathomable, and educated Qingluan as if he was relying on the old and selling the old.

Qingluan seemed to understand whether she understood or not, but she still nodded seriously and recited it silently in her heart.

"Boss, did that messy mess also divide the heart into a hundred parts?" The invincible Xiaoqiang couldn't listen to it, and opened his mouth to dismantle the stage.

Funeral Night glared at him twice, if it weren't for the overwhelming number of people, he would definitely raise a foot and greet him violently directly.

The invincible Xiaoqiang obviously felt the killing opportunity of the funeral night, so after asking the question, he went directly behind Ren Wulang.

"There is another thing in the world that can cater to the hearts of all people without distraction, and there are many types of such things, and Messy and Wang Fuji each have one. ”

"What's it!" Invincible Xiaoqiang and Qingluan asked in unison.

Funeral Night said: "Truth!"

The two of them were immediately stunned, but they didn't say anything, Qingluan couldn't help but be curious, and immediately asked: "Little Master, I still don't understand, you can talk about it in detail!"

Funeral Night said: "Money is one of the truths, everyone needs it, messy and rich, that means he has the truth, can ten thousand people not support it?"

Qingluan thought about it, as if it really meant something, and immediately applauded, and praised the funeral night, "What about Wang Fuji?"

"Wang Buer is the spiritual leader of the wandering players in the south of the city, and he has always hoped that he will lead the south of the city and compete with the gang organization for resources to avoid oppression. Therefore, hope is also one of the truths. "So what I think of as the truth is actually the human heart, and what the human heart desires is the truth!"

After listening to this discussion of the funeral night, everyone nodded silently, although the truth was often on their lips in the past, but few people could say what the truth was.

Although the argument of the funeral night is not necessarily correct, it can at least be confirmed in the rivers and lakes.

"Little Master, then let's walk the rivers and lakes according to the truth in the future!" Qingluan said very seriously.

(End of chapter)