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Eight hundred and fortieth chapters call you a face(1/2)

The number of players in the dark area is less than one-third of those on the surface players, but the proportion of professional players is much higher than that in the surface world.

Because the map range of the dark area is similar to that of the surface world, but don’t forget that the dark area itself is an underground cave with complex terrain. In terms of actual space, it actually exceeds the surface.

With few people and more land, there are naturally more opportunities for adventure. Compared with these, for professional players, the natural environment that never sees light all year round is not so annoying.

As can be seen from the proportion of personnel in this competition, the number of players of Dark Elves and Grey Dwarfs accounts for almost one-third of all players.

As the most famous Dark Region Guild, the masters won by the Sany Alliance have become the most conspicuous team of people.

Leading by Jiandang World, more than 20 players gathered in the contestant area. These people fought all the way. After the previous rounds of fighting, only two of them were eliminated, becoming the most popular competitors in the Best Team Awards for the playoffs this time.

In reality, Jiandang Tianxia is a tall and strong young man. His height of 187 gives people a sense of oppression, and his masculine face outline has attracted girls passing by to look back frequently.

However, at this time, Jian Dangtian frowned slightly, and looked up from time to time, as if he was looking for something.

"Damn, this block is about to start, why haven't you seen him yet? It's not that you can't come from the pit, right?" A young man cursed and cursed fiercely.

It turned out that in the next round of the game, a player in Sany League would face Fang Yi. But now there are only ten minutes before the game begins, and the preparation zone has not seen Fang Yi yet. So these people are gloating, but they are inevitably a little nervous.

If Fang Yi was late and lost the qualification for the competition, it would be great, but everyone present, including Jian Dangtianxia, ​​was very resistant to this possibility.

Now there is no doubt that Fang Yi is the strongest comprehensive player among Chinese players - maybe there is a small group of people who are confident that they are not inferior to Fang Yi in PK technology, but when it comes to equipment, weapons, and pets, no one dares to pat his chest and say that it is better than Fang Yi.

Even those masters who often participate in the 100-person dungeon activities will definitely be better than Fang Yi, who has been doing tasks?

I'm afraid the opposite is true...

But when thinking about the personal grudge between Sany Alliance and Fang Yi, Jiandang the world was so angry that he wanted to peel Fang Yi's skin and tendons.

The other party is late now, why are you nervous? Is it so powerful that a block is really so shocking?

Jiandangtianxia glanced at the entrance again. Then he sat down and closed his eyes to rest. He waited quietly for the game to begin.

...

Fang Yi has always been a punctual person. But now he has encountered some trouble.

Since the Korean team leader was eliminated by Fang Yi, everything went wrong in the South Korean team. There are only a dozen domestic experts left. It is too far from the expectations of domestic fans.

Interestingly, these people did not look for the reason from themselves, but pointed the finger at Fang Yi, the "culprit" - the original big-grand incident was re-excerpted and became an important reason for the Korean team leader's loss.

And this despicable guy Fang Yi gained a huge advantage through this conspiracy and defeated the "strongest" opponent of the Korean team leader, so that he can get to this point.

Many Korean fans were provoked and identified Fang Yi as a despicable, sinister and cunning guy.

Now, Fang Yi went outside to eat ice cream and brought a few girls. Just as he was about to return to the auditorium, two excited young Koreans blocked Fang Yi on the road, chatting and wondering what he was saying.

Fang Yi looked at the other person with a lip and had no intention of entangling with him, but the two boys were pestering him and couldn't leave even if they wanted to.

Fang Yi's patience was almost wiped out. Although he couldn't understand what these two grandsons were scolding, it was not easy to be pointed at the nose and yelled.

Looking at the time, Fang Yi finally took action. He pushed the other party's hand aside, pushed the two young people aside, and walked straight towards the auditorium. However, these two guys with candy like don't give up. They ran and grabbed Fang Yi's clothes tightly, looking at the posture, but they didn't want Fang Yi to go to the competition.

Fang Yi is still carrying a bag with ice cream. If it is broken, how can he explain it to a few girls?

"Damn it, don't give me a shame, right?"

Fang Yi raised his eyebrows, swung his hand away, and grabbed another guy's arm, twisted it out suddenly, kneeling on the ground with a "oh wow" attitude.

Fang Yi curled his lips, and was about to kick the two idiots in the thigh, so that the other party could not run, but at this moment, a white light suddenly appeared in the light of Fang Yi's eyes.

Turning his head alertly, Fang Yi immediately frowned. In the green belt a few meters away, a figure was standing sneakily, with a sharp-mouthed cheek, holding a camera to take a picture of it. Seeing Fang Yi look over, the shutter flashed a few times, then turned around and ran away.

Fang Yi felt something was wrong, so he immediately threw away the two idiots on the ground and wanted to chase after him, but one of them hugged Fang Yi's thighs tightly, clamoring and shouting, trying to stop Fang Yi from chasing him.

Fang Yi was really angry now. These three people clearly missed me!

Fang Yike, who was angry in his heart, took a ruthless move, waved his right fist, and looked at the stick holding his thighs on his face. With a "bang!", Fang Yi's fist had an intimate contact with the other party's nose. The stick's body immediately softened, and two blood columns gushed out of his nose. He covered his face and fell to the ground with a "sow~", attracting the pedestrians around him to look at each other.

...

Fang Yi was tightly attached to the man, ran out about 200 meters, and put it on the other party's butt. The man immediately rolled forward and turned into a rolling gourd. The camera in his hand also fell out, breaking a bunch of parts.

"Oh...you...you dare to hit someone!?"

The guy who was kicked away by Fang Yi was covered in dust, his head was broken, and pointed at Fang Yi and shouted at him, "Come on, I've hit you!"

Fang Yi did not stop. He took a few steps and took the broken camera next to him. The quality was pretty good and it was still useful. After browsing the records inside, it turned out that they were all taken as they were just now.

However, only Fang Yi was hitting people, and no two people were entangled with Fang Yi. If these photos were selected and sent out, no matter what was ahead, Fang Yi would become a savage guy who hit people first.

Fang Yi sneered and looked at these photos, thinking that these sticks were also thoughtful enough. Can they not be ignorant? But this is not jealous enough. If it were me, I would let two women come and create another plot like teasing women. That would be great~

But the photos behind were unexpected.

There are actually many photos in the KTV private room. From drinking to the end, there are all kinds of unsightly scenes. There are a variety of pictures. Fang Yi's eyes twitched and his whole body was hot.

Damn, these sticks are here for fun? Fang Yi glanced quickly and his heart turned around. But just as he was thinking, he heard the sharp-mouthed guy behind him screaming loudly.

"I heard from your accent, you are a local, right?" Fang Yi turned around and walked to the other party and asked with a smile.

"I'm from City X! Damn it, Fang Yi, don't think I don't know your background. Today you offended me and Koreans, don't think about having a peaceful life in the future! Damn, give me my camera, I want to call the police!..."

Seeing the other party shouting coldly, taking out his cell phone to call the police, Fang Yi's eyes narrowed slightly. He turned his head to look around, and Fang Yi quickly confirmed that this place was outside the range of the surveillance camera - Yes, these people want to plot against themselves, how could they find a place with surveillance?

He raised his right foot and kicked hard according to the guy's disgusting face!

The whole world is quiet.

Fang Yi looked at the guy who was humming on the ground, curled his lips disdainfully, whistled, turned around and ran towards the auditorium with great strides. He took a detour in the middle of the journey and avoided the nearby cameras - the benefits of playing thieves. He always wandered around the corner and was particularly sensitive to surveillance points~

Instead of running around with the camera, Fang Yi found a green belt to hide the camera, and then sorted out his clothes. Shi Shiran walked in.

...

The game was about to start in two minutes, and Fang Yi ran back from the entrance. Xiaolei and others were already anxious. When they saw Fang Yi coming in, they breathed a sigh of relief.

"Is it okay?" Xiaolei came forward and said worriedly.

Although Fang Yi's expression was not unusual, after being with Fang Yi for a long time, Xiaolei knew that Fang Yi was angry, her eyes would become scary, just like now. Xu Fan next to her had the same thoughts and looked at Fang Yi worriedly.

"What's the matter? Hehe, the ice cream is delicious. I've eaten a few more,"

Fang Yi laughed, handed the bag to Xu Fan, and then patted Xiaolei on the head, "It's okay, I'm going to the competition."

When walking through the contestants' area, Fang Yi pretended to turn his head inadvertently and looked at the territory of the Korean contestants. Several of them looked at Fang Yi with obvious evasive eyes.

Fang Yi smiled without stopping, and went directly to the contestant area, looked at Jian Dangtianxia with a stern face, then grinned and walked into the stands.

Seeing the main owner appear, the host on the scene breathed a sigh of relief and began to introduce the information of both sides of the competition.

Fang Yi's opponent this time is also a Zoer Sword Dancer, a veteran professional player, and both sides are not unfamiliar with him.

"God, I'll give you a suggestion,"

The sword dancer spoke first and said, "We are all high-minded professions, and my stealth is already level 9. I don't think I'll do the stealth trick anymore. Just do it, how about it?"

"Hehe, I'm afraid it won't work,"

Fang Yi drew out the double blades and poisoned the weapon while laughing: "My stealth skills are much higher than yours~"

The sword dancer couldn't help frowning when he heard this.

Both sides are stealth professions, and it will definitely take a lot of time to test each other. The sword dancer wanted to take this opportunity to make Fang Yi give up stealth, so that his chance of winning might be greater.

Unexpectedly, the other party had no master style at all.

However, the sword dancer quickly understood why Fang Yi chose this way.

With the skill bonus of the Giant Cloak and the Holy Assassin, Fang Yi's stealth level is more than 5 levels higher than that of the Sword Dancer, and there is already a qualitative gap.

Fang Yi took the lead without any surprise. Even though the sword dancer reacted quickly, Fang Yi still left a deep bone-visible wound on the other party's back, and even his cloak and clothes were pricked through. The sword dancer was so scared that he was scattered!

This is the power of a semi-divine weapon!

Fang Yi did not use other skills, but just turned on the rush to deal with the sword dancer. There are still many competitions in the future, so he always has to keep some backup plans.

Moreover, since the start of the playoffs, Fang Yi has never summoned his pet, and it is for the sake of future.

Both sides fought quickly, and the sword lights and sword shadows flashed continuously, making everyone dazzled and exclaimed - but Fang Yi was an offensive and the sword dancer was a defensive.

The sword reaches the flesh, and the sword seals the throat!

Fang Yi completely suppressed the opponent. Even if the sword dancer used his ultimate move to sprint a series of sprints - ignoring the hard straight state and sprinting around the target at 300% speed, it only reduced Fang Yi's health by half.

...

Both sides are first-class melee experts. Although the battle time is shorter, it does not prevent players from appreciating the tension of two melee experts fighting directly. They are each dancing on the blade.

This game is also a microcosm of this playoff competition. There is no parallel product here. There is no fish-like slut, only one expert who is stronger than another.

Both sides were about to part with each other. To be precise, the sword dancer was punched by Fang Yi in the belly. He had to take the initiative to jump back, looking a little embarrassed.

At this time, Xiao Lei was uneasy in the audience and frowned and looked at the live broadcast screen. He didn't even notice that the ice cream in his hand was about to melt. And dozens of meters away from Xiao Lei, Dai Fanyi was also looking at the big screen with a calm face.

Today, Fang Yi's mood was obviously wrong. Dai Fanyi could keenly feel that the human assassin on the big screen was obviously emotional, and his PK style was very violent, which was different from the usual style of fighting that was both chic and calm.

This is not the case with his personality. What's wrong with this today? Dai Fanyi couldn't help but think of it with concern.

Fang Yi thought he was hiding his emotions well, but he didn't expect that someone had noticed his strangeness. However, there was no time to think about this at this time. Fang Yi raised his head and poured a bottle of mana potion, threw the bottle aside, picked up the double blades and rushed towards the somewhat embarrassed sword dancer opposite.

Close, misstep, pick a knife!

In the past, the sword dancer could have lasted a few more minutes, but now Fang Yi's various attributes are different now. Just hit five or six times, the sword dancer's life will be at its bottom.
To be continued...
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