Interstellar Rebirth: Infinite Copy Counterattack

The office of the chairman of Bai's enterprise.

"Drop! The other party has replied!

Bai Xingyu, who was reading the company's report, heard the special reminder he had set temporarily, his eyes moved down, and his pupils lit up after seeing the red dot of the unread email.

Opening the email, Ling Yuqiu's reply immediately covered the file he was looking at and displayed it on the virtual screen.

"Five o'clock... Hui Keju... Good!

After Bai Xingyu carefully read Ling Yuqiu's reply, his hands trembled with excitement.

He watched Ling Yuqiu's live broadcast twice, and also tasted it twice, just in case he even got it to a special agency to test it, and in the end, it turned out that Ling Yuqiu was really setting off a wave of revival of ancient food.

At this time, in the two short lines of Ling Yuqiu's reply, he seemed to see the Bai family becoming the leader of the ancient food revival movement in the future.

His father's subject has also been further developed because of Ling Yuqiu's cuisine, and he is doing the next experimental planning on spiritual power, and everything is moving on the right track.

Bai Xingyu took out the contract that had been half fitted from the drawer, continued to revise it to complete it, and it was best to sign a contract directly with Ling Yuqiu when they met in the afternoon, this was his urgent idea.

The Great Training Tower of the Capital of Tomorrow.

Familiar gravity room, familiar posture, familiar pain, Ling Yuqiu had been training here for two hours, and the remaining blue potions had all been drunk.

However, her physique was stuck at 49 times, and she couldn't improve it, and her star power level had broken through to the middle of the three-star level.

Ling Yuqiu was lying on the ground with her eyes closed, the back of her hand covering her face, a little unable to figure out what was wrong with her being in the middle of her peak physique.

After reaching the peak physique, she can activate an active skill, "Body Protector Xinggang", which is the last preparation she needs to make before going to the dungeon.

"Agility, strength, and endurance have all been trained, what is the difference?"

Ling Yuqiu muttered to himself, trying to recall the cultivation memoirs of a strengthened "Star Lord" in the previous life materials, in order to find a way to break through.

Protecting the body Xinggang, that is, the natural star rhyme encounters a strong flesh and blood body that resonates with it, and forms a hard transparent star power barrier.

"Natural star rhyme, resonance, how can it be considered strong?"

This question flashed through his head, and Ling Yuqiu bounced up from the ground in the next second, patting the non-existent dust on his body by the way.

She thought, she'd found the reason.

Now her physique is simply piled up, although she has a certain basic strength, but once compared with the experienced masters, she is a person who talks on paper.

Experience is something that should not be underestimated, and it is not something that can be acquired by locking up in a room and doing boring training.

It's also time to get out and experience the arena that is unique to the training tower.

Ling Yuqiu put on his hat and lowered it slightly, blocking the burning eyes under the brim of his hat that were excited about the battle.

Of all the training towers in the Federation, only the training towers in the first-tier cities have gladiatorial arenas, and they are known as the "Black Gate" and the "White Gate".

To some extent, the people in and out of the two places can be said to be completely distinct.

The "White Gate" is an ordinary final venue, with friendly exchanges as the main purpose, and a series of explicit regulations such as not allowing poison and carrying hidden weapons, aiming to protect the lives of both sides of the duel.

The "Black Gate", as the name suggests, is the opposite of white, a ring full of cruelty and blood, with no safety regulations, no protective facilities, and no so-called friendly exchanges, and some have strict entry thresholds.

Both the participants and the audience are some people who pursue excitement or have experienced real battles and are not afraid of death, among which professional star hunters are the majority, they are a group of people who have long been Xi to killing and put life and death out of the way.

Although the game still ends with either side shouting surrender or falling out of the ring, there are many cases in the past competitions where the losing side does not even have a chance to choose to surrender in the end.

Either his jaw was removed from the beginning, or he was poisoned by a plot, and finally said that surrender could not escape the end of death.

It is also due to the existence of these people who are bent on the death of their opponents, and although the referees try their best to control the situation every game, the average mortality rate in the "black gate" still reaches a terrible 30% every year.

But even so, there is still an endless stream of people who enter the "black gate" every year, probably because the official has a handicap in the "black gate".

No matter where they are, many people want to get rich overnight, and they all think that the player they bet on will win, and the future will be once and for all.

Ling Yuqiu took the elevator to the first floor of the training tower, which is the disclosure hall of the "Black Gate" and "White Gate" ring match, and there are eight six-sided display screens hanging in the air, four belong to the "Black Gate" and four belong to the "White Gate".

Live broadcast the matches of each of their four rings in real time 24 hours a day.

In fact, the official training tower could have set up the real-time live broadcast of "Black Gate" and "White Gate" in different places, but because of the bad taste of a certain high-level, the result was not only not, but they were clearly put together.

In order to see the people of the two worlds blend for a short time, what interesting chemical reactions will happen.

For the people on the side of the "White Gate", it is necessary to let them see the world outside the ivory tower, and for the people on the side of the "Black Gate", their minds have been attacked by killing and evil energy all year round, and it is not bad to watch a group of pure little lambs who have not yet stepped out of the protective barrier of the resident star to wash their hearts.

Except for a small number of people, most of the people who enter and leave the "Black Gate" have no hostile attitude towards the people on the "White Gate" side, and some even have good intentions, after all, they are not without families.

At this time, there were already four of the eight rings playing, two "white doors" and two "black doors", and there were many spectators bustling under the displays.

The viewers who watched the live broadcast of the battle at the "White Gate" had a more immature and pure breath, while the audience at the "Black Gate" battle video was more angry, shouting "up", "fighting" and "killing" one by one.

Ling Yuqiu gathered his breath and observed the situation in the four arenas like a ghost, and finally stopped in front of a game in the "Black Gate".

On the six-sided display of this game, there is a special personal promotional poster, which shows that the gladiatorial arena attaches great importance to it.

And the protagonist of the poster is a person who Ling Yuqiu remembers most deeply, "One Horn".

Obtained a peerless treasure from the dungeon, and was the last to defect to the Zerg in the first life, killing countless front-line soldiers of the Federation in the war.

There are many people and forces in the Federation who finally defected to the Zerg, but they are all low-key enough, and after the long river of history, their actual appearance has not been confirmed by later generations.

Ling Yuqiu only knew the code names or distinctive characteristics of most of them at the moment.

But "Onehorn" was one of the few people who stood out from the crowd, and he was very high-profile and murderous in the war, wishing that others would remember what he looked like.