If there is any difference between the third Huashan Sword Contest and the first one, it is that the players have more tactical experience. After the system announced the start of the game, the entire suspended platform was calm. All teams knew that attacking from the beginning and exposing their strength too early was tantamount to seeking death to make a wedding dress for others. Only by watching the change is the best choice.

So generally speaking, the evolution of the team group stages starts from the most tragic team that is about to break the can and gradually moves inward. Although Fang Jie’s suspended platform is no exception, there are some exceptions.

Near Fang Jie, the first one to move was the Blood Knife Sect team. At the beginning of the game, in the dull eyes of the teams around, the five members of this team clasped their fists at Fang Jie with bitter faces, jumped up, and flew directly above Fang Jie's head like suicide, and instantly fell into the abyss and disappeared.

Ignoring the shrill screams behind him, and not even looking at the five shrinking little black dots behind him. Fang Jie clapped his hands at the two Beggar Gang teams on the left and right, and said with a smile: "Brothers, how about accompanying me for a walk?"

"Haha, Mr. Fang is talking big, of course we brothers are so scattered!"

Seeing that the Blood Sword Sect team jumped down and reincarnated, the ten Beggar Gang disciples were stunned for a long time before they came to their senses. They thought that although this person left the Blood Sword Sect, his remaining power was still there. As expected, they were extremely fierce. They immediately laughed out loud and even began to pity the other teams on the platform.

This scene was naturally seen by several nearby teams, and while cursing it in their hearts, I was a little envious of the two Beggars' Gang teams who were so lucky to meet this great god to support them. It seems that the team has no chance in the group stage.

With this sad thought of the rabbit and the fox, the morale of some nearby teams began to shake. Some players sighed, said nothing, jumped off the suspended platform, and some simply sat cross-legged. Waiting for death on the spot, more people were thinking about whether to join Fang Jie's camp, and use the east wind to make a fuss and commit suicide.

"What? Join them? Isn't this a wedding dress for them? I won't do it! Even if I'm going to die, I have to fight first!"

When someone in a team asked to join Fang Jie to join in the fun, he was immediately opposed by another person.

"You are so tempted by your brain, right? Just a few of us can be the opponents of the master of fist and kick? If you fight, I won't stop you, but don't pull me in. I heard that Fang Jiete is holding a grudge. If someone is thinking about him, you will wait to be killed as Bai Ding in the future!"

When he heard this, the man who had spoken before was stunned and said, "It's hard, it's small... We have to scammers, put on the insults, pretend to be a tiger's power, raise the tiger's skin as a banner, and help him clear the market with a humble benefit? We can't get any benefits! Unfair, I can't figure it out!"

"Your grandma! Fair? How can you, the cannon fodder strength, have the right to talk to others about fairness? They have the strength today, but they have not been able to practice hard. If half of your backbone can be used to level up, they will not be so unconfident! Not to mention whether they let us join in, even if they can join in the fun, it will be just icing on the cake. Without us, the earth will still turn, the game will still run, they can still destroy us, and they can still qualify in the group stage. We are just doing favors, not to mention that this favors may not be willing to accept it!"

It seemed that he was moved by this player who saw it very thoroughly. After muttering for a while, the man hesitated: "It's our honor to join them... It seems that it's so reasonable, but people may not be able to like us!"

"Haha! Don't worry!" The man patted his chest confidently and said, "It's not that my senior brother bragging. At least we have some connections with Boss Fang and have fought with each other. I guess they won't refuse!"

"oh?"

Just when the members of the team were surprised but a little suspicious, the man shouted loudly to Fang Jie not far away, "Boss Fang, do you remember me? I am the Ming Cult's Fire Flag and Flag Palm!"

Seeing Fang Jie stunned, he seemed not to recall. The man suddenly turned red and looked extremely embarrassed. He subconsciously glanced at the team members around him, and then he saw that the other four kept shaking their heads without hiding the sarcasm in his eyes.

Seeing this, anger suddenly surged into my heart. The man no longer cared about anything and shouted at the top of his voice: "Boss Fang, don't you remember me? When Boss Fang met Boss Nar in Tongren Lane, we even fought against each other!"

"Oh! You are..." Fang Jie remembered this time. When he first met Naer in Tongren Lane a few years ago, the person he called out was the palm flag envoy who was a little ignorant and finally cut off his head with a knife. Unexpectedly, after many years, he met the other person here.

Before Fang Jie could finish his words, or in other words, Fang Jie didn't know what the other person was named, so he could only deliberately prolong his voice and give the other person a chance to answer the conversation. When the man was excited, he was speechless and laughed without fear of embarrassment, "Hahaha! Yes, yes! Boss Fang finally remembered it! I am the flag-holder whose head was cut into eight pieces by you!"

"Puff--Hahaha!" When the players around him forgot the threat Fang Jie had posed to them for a moment, and laughed loudly, which made the originally tense and serious atmosphere of the audience feel much easier.

"Smile? Smile!" After the man showed that he was talking, he pretended to be innocent and cursed a few times, and his face was not red and his heart was not beating, and he said, "You know what happened five years ago! At that time, your bird feathers had not grown all over yet, right? But Boss Fang just slashed! One knife! One knife killed me in seconds!"

Seeing the man's serious appearance, everyone present stopped laughing. They looked at Fang Jie who was smiling, and then observed the man's expression, as if they wanted to verify the authenticity of these words, and their expression gradually became serious.

The man seemed to have a thick-skinned face, raised his head and chest, and looked arrogant, and said with an eloquence: "I won't say this anymore! Do you know what the situation was like at the scene at that time? Boss Fang is only one! One person! In front of Boss Nar and the disciples of the Ming Cult Fire Banner No. 5 around, he cut me over with one knife! Do you dare?"

Before everyone could answer, the man sighed and said something that everyone was sighing in their hearts: "Tsk tsk, let alone five years ago, even if it was five years later, I wouldn't dare!"

At this moment, there was a loud response in another direction: "By the way, it is said that it was the time when Boss Fang led the team that all the factions jointly killed the first ultimate wave ss in the bronze man's lane!"

"Yes! I also heard that after that time, the masters of all sects who were with Boss Fang became disciples, including Naer of the Ming Cult, Qu Qingyang of the Sun and Moon Sect, Fried Eggs from Wudang, Jinglin from Emei... Tsk tsk..." Another player who was familiar with the inside story took the opportunity to show off his news. At the end, he was full of praise.

Seeing that the time was ripe, the man raised his arms and shouted: "I won't say much. Anyway, we are all cannon fodder teams that are assigned to the corners. Today, Boss Fang is here, which is a fate. We might as well unite and have a happy fucking game. I will destroy that so-called seed team and pave the way for Mr. Fang's group matches. What do you think?"

"Ha! We are also thinking this!" A team from the Hu family outside the pass responded immediately.

"Okay! Anyway, we have no objection!" A boss of the Murong family team looked at the team members and smiled indifferently.

"Boss Fang has great kindness to me. We brothers should serve you!" The five disciples of the Iron Palm Gang said loudly in unison.

Several Emei Sect masters giggled and said, "Sister Jinglin has already told us sisters. If you meet Mr. Fang in the Huashan Sword Competition, you will admit defeat directly. If any sister can seduce Mr. Fang successfully, there will be additional rewards!" Although these people did not say it directly, their attitude was obvious. They could even make some jokes with Fang Jie based on the relationship between Jinglin and Fang Jie. This relationship would be extraordinary.

Just when Fang Jie was a little amused and crying, as long as the teams with some connections with Fang Jie were some of them expressed their willingness to clear the obstacles for Fang Jie. As a result, in less than half a minute, more than a dozen teams in the southeast corner of the suspended platform transformed and suddenly became Fang Jie's private soldiers, and they were the kind of willing to work hard without giving commissions.

This mutiny gradually spread to the periphery, but Fang Jie didn't need to do it himself. In less than ten minutes, most of the teams on the entire suspended platform became Fang Jie's vassals.

Looking at these players who were eager to avoid chaos in the world, Fang Jie couldn't help but sigh that fame and fortune are indeed a good thing. No wonder many people pursue such illusory things like moths to fire in their lives. This is the case. This is even more so in the game, and it even seems more naked. Just looking at these players' eyes when they look at them, you will know that the awe in it is not pretended.

Let me ask, if I didn’t have such a great reputation, would these people still be so proactive and attentive? Of course, the answer is no. Others know it in their hearts, and Fang Jie knows this even more clearly.

Since things have come to this point, Fang Jie is too lazy to be pretentious anymore. If you don’t need such resources, you are a bastard. After looking around, he raised his hand and pointed at the teams in the middle who were unwilling to give up, and used his internal strength to whisper: "I wave my hand and you will have a lot of bones! Kill!"
Chapter completed!