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Yu Wenzhou's map selection was quite satisfactory, which was beneficial to the hidden town map of the Mage Department. Relying on sneak attacks, familiarity with the map, and a short-term burst of hand speed, Yu Wenzhou won the round relatively smoothly.

"Fortunately, it's a shame." Yu Wenzhou greeted the others with a smile.

"Now I feel that you are the most stable person in our team." Ye Xiu gave a thumbs up. He once said jokingly that if Yu Wenzhou had quick hands, what glory would the others play? It was about to become a reality: "Has Lan Yu considered taking over Lord Grim?"

"The price is favorable." Bai Mo added.

Yu Wenzhou was stunned for a moment, then smiled wryly: "Forget it, you are really not something a human can play with."

"Tsk tsk tsk, I heard no old Ye, Yu Wenzhou said you are not human." Xiao Shiqin said secretly.

"Hey, old Xiao, why didn't I realize that you kid didn't have any good intentions before, so you played so smoothly, didn't you, it's too much!" Huang Shaotian immediately had a small outburst as soon as he rolled his eyes.

The victory in the third round of the individual competition was also pocketed by the Huaxia team. Although the Ruguo team would not directly cause internal conflicts because of such a loss, it is not good to be zero-blocked by the opponent in the individual competition.

"The fourth round is still the opponent's right to challenge. If you really lose, you will be ashamed..." Shelley held his chin and looked at the cheering Huaxia team on the opposite side with some melancholy: "We are friends after all... ..."

Shelley was purely joking to ease the tense atmosphere, because everyone knew that there was never a need to pay attention to sympathy in the arena.

Even if you two teams are good enough to wear a pair of pants off the field, you will have to use your brains on the field.

"Wait and see who the opponent will challenge..." David sat up straight nervously. In the Rotten National Team, his personal strength is considered to be the weakest group. If the opponent really chooses to grab points In my own words, there is a high probability that I can't win.

"Don't be too nervous, relax, even if you lose, no one will blame you, just try your best." Mimir said.

The Rotten National Team fell silent again.

"Okay, why is it at this time and still look like a big girl who just left the cabinet, hurry up!" Chu Yunxiu urged.

"That's right, it's up to you whether we can get a bigger advantage in the team competition, hurry up, what are you doing?" Sun Xiang gloated.

"That's right, this matter, it's over as soon as you close your eyes, isn't it? Besides, the emperor is far away now, so it's impossible for him to come abroad to beat you right now, right?" Fang Rui tried to persuade.

"This matter... Anyway, it's not like you haven't done it before, right? Think about the time you were arranged by that bastard last time, couldn't you win?" Xiao Shiqin comforted.

Zhang Xinjie turned his head expressionlessly and glanced at the other people behind him, Ye Xiu who looked up at the sky and hung up his white ink that had nothing to do with him, Yu Wenzhou who looked embarrassed, and Wang Jiexi who looked sympathetic. Zhang Jiale and Guo Mingyu, who were embarrassed, Zhou Zekai, who was encouraging, Tang Hao, who couldn't look directly at him, and the two girls who were laughing together.

Zhang Xinjie took a deep breath: "Then, let me confirm one last time, you really want me to challenge Galahad, right? If you change it now, there is still a chance."

"Come, come, let's vote democratically, agree..."

"No need." Zhang Xinjie said helplessly, sighed, stood up, and walked towards the patrol referee who was close to the Huaxia team: "Referee, I want to exercise the right to challenge."

"May I ask who you chose to challenge?" The referee nodded, lowered his head and prepared to record it and submit it to the chief referee.

"Galahad of the Rotten Nation Team."

"Okay." The referee glanced at Zhang Xinjie with some doubts. The number one priest in the world, the damage that the poison doctor's stone does not turn all comes from the fallen angel's scepter, but all the damage is explosive. Gradually diluting Galahad, who was slowly losing blood, seemed a bit inappropriate, right?

But the referee naturally didn't say much. After all, this is his own internal matter, and he is just a referee, so it's good to be fair.

Zhang Xinjie looked back at the others expressionlessly, and all the Huaxia team members nodded towards him in unison, and then made an affirmative gesture.

[Affirmation from the Huaxia National Team] The achievement has been achieved... I don't know why, Zhang Xinjie suddenly thought of such a name, shook his head, tried to maintain a good expression management, and Zhang Xinjie stepped into the competition booth.

"Our fourth player in the individual competition is Vice Team Zhang!" Pan Lin nodded, "It seems that we want to win the fourth game steadily, and we have achieved a huge difference of four points in the individual competition. Brother Li, let’s guess what map Vice Team Zhang will choose? I think the arena is more likely, choose a summoner who is also a mage, and basically give him a set, right?”

"Well, I think it might be a bit more complicated, use the advantage of the map to move around, and then eliminate the opponent in one wave, right?" Facing the former team's vice-captain, Li Yibo was still a little cautious.

"Sure enough, we used the right to challenge in the fourth round. Let's see whether we choose Merlin or one of the two summoners, or...well, we will never choose the priest Mimir Right?" Pan Lin was stunned for a moment, and suddenly thought of such an incredible thing.

"How is it possible..." Li Yibo closed his mouth in the middle of his sentence and remained silent. Damn, if Zhang Xinjie was in charge of the team, this kind of thing would certainly not be possible, but what the fuck is right now the team is fully in charge of the team's affairs? Ye Xiu, who is considered shameless, is assisted by Bai Mo, who should inherit this title after Ye Xiu retires. Even if he is the captain on the bright side, it is Yu Wenzhou, who is also a warlock.

Although the rules didn't say that you can't challenge priests and other auxiliary professions that basically don't have harmful skills, but everyone is a shameless person, so you can't do such a shameful thing...Huh? Shi Buzhuan is also a priest? Come, come, come, among all the players in the World Invitational, find a professional player with explosive damage comparable to Shi Buzhuan and show me.

"Eh..." Pan Lin also closed his mouth, and after not hearing Li Yibo's movement for a while, he asked cautiously, "Well, it should be... um, no way?"

"Probably not?" Bai Yanfei asked nervously, "Even Ye Xiu and the others have to show some face, right? On the world stage, let's not act like we never won, okay?"

"You can't say for certain, you'll never imagine what kind of bad water is simmering in the minds of Xingxin's two leading players." Qin Muyun kept his eyes open, trying not to let himself see the current expression of his captain.

You can feel the low air pressure behind you without looking at it, okay?

Song Qiying, who was sitting next to Han Wenqing, felt a little overwhelmed, and asked cautiously, "Captain, actually..."

Han Wenqing, who folded his arms, glanced at him expressionlessly, and Song Qiying immediately turned his head, not daring to look at the captain again.

"It's okay, the means that can be used in the arena, as long as you can win, it doesn't matter what is obscene." Han Wenqing said, everyone's body trembled slightly, Bai Yanfei and Qin Muyun looked at each other quietly, lying down Groove, is this really the captain? Why does it feel different from what I imagined!

Song Qiying heaved a sigh of relief. Although he was appointed as the successor of Da Mo Guyan, his personality was more like Zhang Xinjie. If the captain and vice captain really had a conflict because of this, Song Qiying really didn't know what to do. up.

But looking at it now, everything is fine.

"Oh, I didn't choose Mimir, it was that rogue knight... Eh? Isn't that right? That knight was chosen at this time? Didn't Team Zhang burst out with output? This round was passed?" Bai Yanfei was stunned for a moment.

"this……"

It seems to be to slap the Korean team in the face, Zhang team, we really have no other choice!

"Ah? The opponent that Zhang Xinjie chooses to challenge is... the number one player of the Rotten Kingdom, the knight Galahad!" Pan Lin also said in a broken voice, "Could it be that this round is really for...um...but... hiss……"

"They should have their own plans." Li Yibo glanced at the screen in the commentary room. The patrol camera here was always on the Huaxia team's side. No matter what, he saw Ye Xiu and his old bastards laughing so hard. So happy, Li Yibo felt inexplicably at ease.

So it seems that this game is finally...

"Fuck!" Li Yibo suddenly thought of something, his eyes widened, as if he had seen a ghost.

I'll go, what's the situation, just this one swearing, this month's bonus is probably gone! Pan Lin glanced at Li Yibo in surprise. As a qualified Tai Chi push hands instructor, Li Yibo would not normally make such mistakes.

"No, it's just that I suddenly remembered the previous game." Li Yibo shook his head: "It's unlikely..."

"Ah?" Pan Lin scratched his head blankly.

The loading progress bar came to the end, the town map, as soon as he entered the game, Li Yibo quickly shouted: "Mr. Director, Mr. Director, don't patrol the field, first look at the perspective of God who does not turn the stone!"

"Ah?" Pan Lin was a little puzzled. As usual, he first looked down at the map to show the audience the positions of both sides, and then switched to the away side to show the main perspective, but Li Yibo's move...

"Yo, isn't this old boy slow to react this time?" Fang Rui raised his eyebrows. Li Yibo only made his debut two years after he retired, so when Li Yibo commented on Fang Rui, he always regarded himself as a senior. I owe you a lot of goodwill.

"Looking at the way he looked just now, he must have thought of the All-Stars at Tyranny's home court that year, right?" Bai Mo laughed cheerfully.

"Sure enough..." Li Yibo was completely dumbfounded. The Yinwu in Shi Buguan's hands was familiar, familiar, and unfamiliar, anyway, it hadn't appeared since the World Invitational Tournament started.

Silver Weapon [Cross Against the Light]...

"This, this, this, this..." Pan Lin was a little at a loss for words: "Why is this? Wait, could it be... no, no, absolutely impossible, this... no, in this case... degenerate The angel must be in the backpack, change it when needed..."

"I think……"

"... Then, go to the bathroom first?"

"I guess it's not very good... How long is the skill cooldown for mana recovery?"

"No, you shouldn't ask this, you should ask, does that knight have recovery skills..."

This scene is very familiar to Chinese audiences. Before Shi Buzhuan was equipped with the epoch-making silver weapon Fallen Angel, he once played as a pure priest in the tenth season All-Star Weekend and scored a record in Glory. The longest game in history.

And this time, he was facing Galahad who was famous for his meat...

"Why are the Chinese people over there gone?"

"Did they stop watching?"

"Heh, knowing the result of this game, you can't bear to watch it?"

"How dare you send an explosive priest in the face of Galahad, hehe..."

Game start!

"Isn't it really unkind for us to do this?" Xiao Shiqin scratched his head, probably because his dying conscience suddenly had a flash of light, and asked suddenly for no reason.

"Honest? You still have to be kind in the competition? I'm not surprised that this sentence came from Sun Xiang's mouth, but why is it so awkward when it comes from your mouth?" Fang Rui raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Uh... That's right, let's stop criticizing at all?"

"Why do you want that thing? Can you break Galahad's mentality if you want that thing? Can you guarantee that our next plan can bypass Galahad if you want that thing?" Bai Mo asked with some doubts Said: "Only in this way can our follow-up plan be carried out smoothly!"

"That's how it is...well, they're starting to connect."

"Fortunately, Xiaobai has a clever calculation... such a method can be figured out." Guo Mingyu couldn't help but gave a thumbs up.

"Wait, Brother Guo, when you drew up this plan, you all agreed. Why do I feel that you are trying to draw a line with me now?" Bai Mo turned to look at Guo Mingyu suspiciously.

"This... How can this be, don't worry, I will definitely vote for you next time when the four major tacticians are voted for, no, not just voting, I will canvass for you in person, this is all right, can you give me your little book Have you put it away..." Guo Mingyu almost cried.

"I'm going to smoke a cigarette." Ye Xiu shook his head.

"What's the matter, you are also a supporter of the plan, don't you even look at this shit? What if Lao Zhang makes a mistake!" Huang Shaotian suddenly got up.

"Oh, you and I will be worried for a while, but you said Zhang Xinjie will make mistakes?" Ye Xiu raised his middle finger.

"You smoke less, no, I'm going to supervise you!" Su Mucheng stood up.

"Well, I'll go smoke a cigarette too." Chu Yunxiu stood up quickly.

"I'll get you that drink!"

"Wait, Xiaobai, I'll help you!"

In the end, only Sun Xiang and Zhou Zekai were the only ones left in Wu Lala's group. Just as the kid was about to leave, the field referee came over and asked if something happened.

"It's okay, they're in a hurry..." Sun Xiang sent the referee away with a sad face, and turned to look at Zhou Zekai: "Captain, why don't we chat for a while, I think it's interesting to chat with you..."