"what the hell?"

Qin Lang muttered, picked up his cell phone and dialed it to Ji Qingyan.

"What's the matter..." Ji Qingyan's voice came from the phone, but his tone seemed a little weak.

This is normal, because a large number of high-quality games are pouring into King of Glory. Not to mention yam, even if it is a 20-game winning streak or ten-game winning streak, it is not something that ordinary people can do.

As the successive victory gradually increases, all kinds of monsters and gods have appeared one after another. Some folk heroes, some of the first, passers-by, the crazy demons with girls, and the queen of Han will even meet professional players in leisure. No matter how strong a person is, they will always be defeated when they meet them.

It’s okay to say these things, but what I fear most is that my teammates quit the game in special circumstances, or that they may hang up due to internal strife.

If the game is not started, the game will be successful or defeated.

It can be imagined how hard Ji Qingyan put into a forty-nine consecutive wins, and it also proved how powerful she was, but she still lost.

"You're crazy, fight jihad!?"

Qin Lang's tone was very stern.

“Is there any problem?”

Ji Qingyan asked plainly.

"Many professional players know your identity, and you haven't changed your ID. You will become a laughing stock. Our reputation in the underground e-sports are also affected." Qin Lang said.

"The last sentence is the point, right?" Ji Qingyan smiled, "But, are you so sure I can't hit it?"

Qin Lang frowned and said, "It's not the question of whether I believe or not, it's the variables in the holy war are too big. A hundred consecutive victories are not sure. Even the members of the Guangmeng Team are not sure. Qingyan, listen to me, stop while the rank is not too high! This kind of challenge is completely thankless."

“This is impossible.”

Ji Qingyan's tone was soft, but very hard, "If you have nothing else, I'll hang up."

Before Qin Lang could speak, a mute sounded on the phone.

"Mr. Lang...this..."

A Ming came over carefully.

Smack-

Qin Lang lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and said, "She said before that she was busy making money. Now it seems that making money is a holy war."

Holy war, as the name suggests, is a sacred challenge.

It is related to the spirit of e-sports and the ultimate beauty of the peak strength of human e-sports.

Once the challenge is successful, in addition to clearing the Tianmei Holy War bonus pool, the challenger will become popular in an instant. At that time, you can just start a live broadcast and show your face. Don’t make money too quickly.

However, imagination is beautiful. Like countless kings who are fighting against the Black Domain Team, the difficulty of the holy war is also hell-level. Everyone knows the benefits of the successful challenge, but without exception, they all fall in front of the holy war gate.

"Mr. Lang, you don't have to worry too much. The current record of winning streak in the jihad is maintained by Adc Bai Jue of the Light Tomb Team: 86 consecutive victories, it is impossible for Miss Qingyan to reach this point, let alone yam. According to me, 50 consecutive victories are already her limit and cannot cause any storm." A Ming said.

Qin Lang's brows relaxed slightly, nodded, and said, "That's right, Yum? It's just a gimmick of Tianmei."

He sneered.

...

On the other side, Ji Qingyan was staring at the bright red word "Fail" on the screen, and it was ten days. This was her fifth consecutive victory in ten days.

The reason for the ending this time is funny. A male teammate of our side met the other side's Wang Zhaojun Meizhi. After a few times, the male teammate surrendered. It would be fine if the team battle was not strong. Various performances were performed, and the battle situation was completely defeated at the mid-stage rhythm.

After rubbing his eyebrows in distress, Ji Qingyan felt a little dark in front of him.

After hundreds of battles in less than ten days, her body began to become weak.

Looking at the bright red words, Ji Qingyan knew that everything was going to start over again.

In the glorious fighter jet, the King's Battle Song echoed in it, but it couldn't stir up any waves in her heart. Yum seemed to have no hope.

"How are your training?"

Ji Qingyan sent a message to Wei Jiabao. After the last pre-contest, Ji Qingyan was careful and added Wei Jiabao. These days, he used Wei Jiabao to indirectly attack some of the situations in Zuli.

"Don't mention it! I'm so tired every day, but I feel that I'm improving every day, and it's still very good, hahaha!" Wei Jiabao quickly replied with a message.

"So hardworking."

Ji Qingyan praised.

"After all, the days of the high school league are getting closer and closer, so I can't fight! Actually, I'm pretty good, just say the one you secretly love..."

"What are you talking nonsense!"

Ji Qingyan's face turned red.

"Haha, the tongue, the tongue!" Wei Jiabao pretended not to know anything and continued: "Student Su, it's Su. I told you about his left hand before. He was injured. Good guy, but now he is practicing harder. It was almost 11 o'clock yesterday and he is still practicing. This morning, I saw his whole left hand trembling. In fact, to put it badly, with his physical condition, he will definitely not be able to participate in the high school league. I really don't know what he is trying to do so."

"The whole left hand is shaking?"

Ji Qingyan's heart tightened. She had learned from Nangong Yao about the battle between Su Li and the Black Domain Team. This was why she started the holy war without saying a word.

Nangong Yao didn't understand Su Li, so he lost in this game, but she understood that the impact this game would have on Su Li would be subversive.

Before this, even if there was a problem with his left hand, Su Li's laning was not as weak as anyone. Even if he lost to Nangong Yao, he was very calm. He knew that what he lost was not operation, not consciousness, but physical condition, so he had the confidence to face any enemy.

If it weren't for physical reasons, Ji Qingyan knew that Su Li was likely to grow to a summoner of the level of Light Tomb, but the appearance of the Black Domain gave Su Li a heavy blow.

The specific focus is that even if his hands are intact, he does not have much confidence to defeat the Black Domain.

This made Su Li panic, but on the contrary, the Black Domain gave him hope.

It turns out that the Light Tomb Team is far from the end. It turns out that the strength of the championship can also be vulnerable.

It's like a top long jumper who jumped out of five meters, while another long jumper had a problem with his left foot and only jumped four meters. However, this player with a problem with his left foot actually had no shame at all, because he knew that if there was no problem with his left foot, he could definitely jump out of five meters or even six meters.

But suddenly, a perverted player who could jump out of twenty meters appeared, which suddenly broke the player's perception of long jump with a problem with his left foot.

It turned out that what he thought was that the distance of five meters was not the limit at all.

Twenty meters, this distance is so far, even if his legs are intact, it is impossible to reach it.

This made him ashamed, unwilling, making him excited, and making him full of hope.

It is precisely these complex emotions that made Su Li abandon everything and regain his desire for Honor of Kings, because his current technology is far from the limit of Honor of Kings. The word "far" is the key point, and he... can be stronger!
Chapter completed!