On the live broadcast page of the top of the apocalypse, many network anchors are broadcasting the Apocalypse Tournament live, and the most famous of them is Xiao Mo, who stood out among a large number of beauties, and conquered countless viewers with his sharp language.

"This one is over quickly, the two sides are not at the same level at all, is this kind of beating of children really an apocalypse competition?

"Xiao Mo, you can do it!"

"You can go up, stay in formation downstairs!"

"You can do it!"

"You can do it!"

"With Xiao Mo's three-inch tongue, you don't need to do anything at all, you can knock out your opponent with a word!"

"Little Desert Spray Man Divine Skill 66666666666"

At this time, Xiao Mo has long been accustomed to all kinds of ridicule in fairness, and still goes his own way.

"Well, let me take a look at the next one, Nanda vs. Yangcheng! Nanda? What the hell? Peking University, I know, what the hell is Nanda? Yangcheng? What about Yuecheng Star City?"

As soon as Xiao Mo finished speaking, a barrage quickly swiped on the public screen.

"A congratulatory message from Mars City!"

"A congratulatory message from Pluto City!"

"A congratulatory message from Jupiter City!"

"A congratulatory message from Dongda!"

"Xida sent a congratulatory message!"

"CUHK sent a congratulatory message!"

Seeing this, Xiao Mo continued: "Look at you, what southeast, northwest, do you think you are missing one of the three in mahjong!"

"Xiao Mo plays mahjong and loses his pants!"

"Xiao Mo plays mahjong, and his daughter-in-law runs away!"

"Xiao Mo plays mahjong, don't want it!"

Directly ignoring the barrage on the public screen, in line with the professionalism and sentiment of a noble anchor, Xiao Mo still opened the introduction page of the two players.

At a glance, there are no characteristics at all, compared to the luxurious resumes of the giants, these unknown third-rate university contestants don't know where they came out at all!

After a casual glance, Xiao Mo closed the page of the player's profile, and at this time, the match between Nanda and Yangcheng had begun.

"What is this Zhong at NTU? It's embarrassing to come out to play in the competition, with a paralyzed face and a primary school student figure, this is definitely not the Tianshao competition of the juvenile group?"

Zhong Haoping looks average, has a thin body, and has good facial paralysis, but he is definitely not greedy for primary school students, Xiao Mo is purely boring and coaxing, and the most important thing in the live broadcast is to mobilize the atmosphere of the audience.

"Xiaomo is the most handsome guy in the country, he can rely on his face, but he has to rely on his strength!"

"Xiaomo, the world's most beautiful man, I want to give you a baby!"

"The first person in the Xiaomo Bank Department, I want to give you a monkey!"

"Xiao Mo Tease doesn't explain!" Except for a group of high-level blacks, someone finally told the truth!

The players on both sides stood still, and Xiao Mo decisively began to continue to black.

"There are swords on both sides, do you dare to be a little creative, can you die with that kitchen knife?"

"Xiao Mo is mighty, is it good to borrow your firewood knife at home to participate in the competition?"

"Xiao Mo teases, do you dare to borrow the royal artifact pan?"

"Xiao Mo bragging, no matter how high his martial arts are, Xiao Mo will move bricks and knock them down!"

"Xiao Mo, you ran out of the mental hospital again, the nurses are looking for you, come back with me!"

The live broadcast continued, and Xiao Mo once again explained in the spirit of the professional ethics of a noble anchor.

"What is the bell on the side of Nanda, a starting move, a horizontal stab, followed by a sudden change in the sword move, a horizontal turn, and an unknown footwork with his feet, I rub, there is a hand!"

Xiao Mo is not a professional martial artist, but after doing the live broadcast of martial arts for so long, the basic knowledge is still there, and it can be easily seen that the basic skills of this thing called Zhong are very strong.

"The other party is holding a sword in one hand, and the other hand is pinching the orchid finger, do you think you are undefeated in the East?

"Sit and watch Xiao Mo eat the keyboard!"

"The front row sells melon seeds and peanut beer, sit and wait for Xiao Mo to eat the keyboard!"

Fortunately, in less than a minute, Zhong Haoping broke through the opponent's swordsmanship, and the sword blade pointed straight at his throat, and the result was clear.

"Little desert shit luck!"

"Little desert shit luck!"

"Little desert shit luck!"

A series of barrages are back.

"Don't be deceived by Xiao Mo, in fact, Xiao Mo has done his homework, what is this Zhong is majoring in sword flow, but the opponent is from the Ancient Sword Sect, basically finished!"

Someone finally told the truth, and apparently put a lot of effort into it.

As the name suggests, the ancient sword school is an ancient sect, although it has a long heritage, but it is definitely not as awesome as imagined, but because the people of the ancient sword school are stubborn like cattle and stick to dogma, the sword method has never been modified for hundreds of years, and the routine has long been figured out by the world, and the sword flow is majoring in change, and encountering this kind of conformist routine is completely dead restraint.

Just when the audience was swiping the screen all the way to scold Xiao Mo for being shameless, the second contestant had already taken the stage.

This time, Xiao Mo finally had a little conscience, and explained: "The second martial artist to take the stage in Yangcheng is from the Sanshan faction, maybe some viewers have not heard of it, the Sanshan faction is a local small faction, formerly known as a bandit, after the founding of the People's Republic of China, it was recruited to establish a sect, as for the level of martial arts, I can only say two words, hehe!"

After listening to Xiao Mo's explanation, the audience has a little understanding, Xiao Mo's point of view is very simple, this game must be won by what the clock!

"Brother dog, you finally spit out Xiao Mo's conscience!"

"Brother dog, I'm going to give you a monkey!"

Brother Dog is another comic anchor who often blacks out with Xiao Mo.

The match continued, but it soon ended again, and as expected, it only took thirty seconds for the Yangcheng Sanshan faction player to be throated by a sword.

"This Zhong Haoping is a bit slippery!" Xiao Mo sighed, he couldn't see anything in the first game, but in the second game, it could be seen that the two sides were not at all opponents at the same level.

Nanda Zhong Haoping completely crushed the two players in Yangcheng!

"What kind of Yangcheng is this, the name is so awesome, and the strength is like a dog!"

"Brother dog, come and see your brother!"

"Good or bad, black dog brother again!"

"Thirty years of professional black dogs, please call me blackback!"

After the audience finished blacking the dog brother, Xiao Mo continued: "Generally, the last person to appear is the trump card, I don't know if Yangcheng has hole cards, if it is still the same as the first two players, I am afraid that Yangcheng can book tickets home in advance!"

"Hurry up and finish, the cheerleaders' performances are better than the game!"

"I want to see my sister's beautiful legs, not Yangcheng!"

"Hurry up and release the girl, add chicken legs to the director!"

After each team duel, there will be a short cheerleading performance, and in the hot summer, the short skirt and beautiful legs are the most spectators for the audience, and it is also the spice for the rather boring duel stage in the early stage of the Apocalypse.

Soon, the third game began.

Zhong Haoping completely felt that all the opponent's offensives were already in his calculations, step by step, the other party fell into despair, and finally admitted defeat.

Yangcheng can go home!

Nanda's first battle is high!

For the audience, this is a rather boring showdown, the two sides are not at all the same level of opponents, high school students beat elementary school students!

For Wu Ye, this is just a warm-up game, and an opponent like Yangcheng will not be taken into account even if the lineup of the previous Nanda University is in his eyes!

Sun Kong's eyes kept chatting with the cheerleaders next to him, and Yangcheng's level was the same as last year, and he was vulnerable.

As for Wu Fan, who has returned to the Eagle's Nest Gymnasium, it is another tangled mentality.

"Dear Mr. Wu, due to the damage you caused to the practice room of our hotel No. 0312, you will be fined 13,000 yuan, for this matter, the hotel is also very sorry, I hope you understand!"

Gently patted Wu Ye, who was sitting in front of him, and seeing that the other party turned back in confusion, Wu Fan handed over the mobile phone.

"Director, I don't know if this academy can be reimbursed?"