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Chapter 258

"Brother-in-law, I'm sure I won't be able to beat Bright Moon in the future."

Now, even Lin Youqing couldn't bear it anymore, and stepped forward to remind him in a low voice.

"It's okay, I have my own arrangements."

In this regard, Li Feifan smiled and said softly.

"Ok."

Although Lin Youqing wanted to relax himself, but if Li Feifei lost, he would be sprayed miserably.

……

"Fuck, I thought it was a bit of fun at first, but I didn't expect it to be so exaggerated."

In an electronic club, a man dressed as a professional player looked at the screen showing Li Feifan and Wang Qing going head-to-head, and said in disappointment.

"What are you looking at?"

Hearing the sighing look of his teammates, the teammates next to him moved their heads closer.

"It's not anything else, it's just that the two anchors are fighting one-on-one. I thought it would be a high-quality match, but from the looks of it, it should be a child fighting."

Anyway, he was idle and bored now, so this person explained to his teammates.

"Tch, no matter how awesome these passers-by are, they are nothing compared to me."

Hearing these words, the corner of the man's mouth twitched, and he said mockingly.

"You can't say that, some passers-by are still quite hanging."

Seeing Zhang Yanle's contemptuous expression, Xiaolong felt a little uncomfortable.

"Xiaolong, what I'm talking about now is the national server. If you really want to say that there are passerby kings, but basically they are all in the Korean server."

"It's not that I look down on the national server, the national server is just such rubbish!"

Seeing that a good old man like Zhao Xiaolong dared to question him, Zhang Yanle immediately became a little upset, and said domineeringly.

"alright."

Zhao Xiaolong didn't want to argue with him, because it was very meaningless.

Among these professional players, Zhang Yanle's level is only in the lower middle.

Sometimes playing ranked in the national server, there is no guarantee of a high probability of C, and now they are saying such things.

"Look at these two idiots, they chose Han Bing to fight against the bright moon. Isn't that cerebral palsy?"

"If you choose, you choose. The key is not to step forward and press the bright moon."

"This Jiaoyue is also an idiot, Han Bing dare not hit him, he can be wretched for so long before he dares to replenish soldiers."

Just when Zhang Yanle was spraying people from the perspective of God, Li Feifan's Hanbing was promoted to the second level first because he fought first.

"Finally it's my turn."

The moment Li Feifan just upgraded, he controlled Han Bing to go up.

whoosh...

An arrow with a deceleration effect shot at Jiaoyue.

Just when Haoyue was about to retreat, another arrow shot at him.

Although the damage in the early stage of Frozen Ice is very low, there are more than 50 drops of blood when shot by an arrow, and he himself only has more than 600 drops of blood.

If you don't include him drinking blood and the like, you can kill it with about ten arrows.

When the third arrow hit Jiaoyue, Jiaoyue became a little upset, and wanted to throw her skills at Hanbing instead.

Seeing this, Li Feifan didn't dodge or dodge, insisting on his skills, but his archery hand didn't stop at all.

The fourth arrow followed by the fifth arrow.

Before she knew it, Haoyue's health bar had dropped below half health.

"Fuck!"

But at this time, Wang Qing still didn't panic, he quickly drank the medicine, and retreated by the way.

After all, the opposite ice is only two levels, and he still has a flash.

Then the seventh arrow, plus a W skill.

Good guy, one-third of Haoyue's blood fell in an instant.

"what's the situation?"

Seeing this, Wang Qing flashed out of fright.

But just outside the attack distance of the ice that he had just flashed, Li Feifan's flash caught up with him almost in sync.

The eighth arrow, the ninth arrow.

At this time, Haoyue still has more than 100 drops of blood, which is already very dangerous.

But it doesn't matter, he has already walked under the tower.

This result, in the eyes of everyone, is extremely profitable.

However, just when everyone thought that Li Feifan would accept the meeting, Li Feifan continued to press forward and shoot arrows from the tower.

"Damn it, is this person crazy? Dare to jump over the tower twice to kill?"

"Such a big advantage, isn't it good to develop slowly?"

"That is, even if you replenish troops slowly, it is possible to win this game, right?"

Of course, the ranks of these people in the live broadcast room are not high, and it is impossible to predict whether Li Feifan can jump over the tower and kill him.

But Wang Qing and other masters can still see it.

If Li Feifan jumped the tower to kill him, he only needed three arrows.

As far as Li Feifan's current blood volume is concerned, it can completely withstand the damage of going down the tower three times.

"It's over!"

Watching Li Feifan go up to the tower and kill him, Wang Qing knew he was doomed.

The tenth arrow, No.11 arrow.

At this time, Wang Qing's health bar had bottomed out.

Just when the defense tower was about to kill Li Feifan for the third time, Li Feifan's No.12 arrow finally shot at Wang Qing.

Get blood!

Of course, Li Feifan didn't step out of the defense tower either.

But for heads-up, whoever dies first loses.

"Damn it, what a bully, you actually used two levels of ice to kill Wang Qing's Haoyue solo?"

"666..."

"Damn it, it's amazing!"

"Brilliant!"

"..."

At the moment Li Feifan won, the screen was full of 666.

There are even many people who give Li Feifan a plane and give gifts.

"Rubbish!"

"waste!"

"Being able to be solo killed by the two-level ice, I guess there is no one but you."

"Retire from the game, and still do live broadcasting with your skills?"

"Find a factory manager and go to work! Trash!"

Li Feifan's live broadcast room was full of praise, but Wang Qing's live broadcast room was a completely different scene.

Just come up and spray a word.

"I made a mistake, do you know if I made a mistake?"

Seeing his popularity drop rapidly, Wang Qing quickly helped him find a way to go down.

"What's wrong with you? Trash stuff."

"Roll, just this technology is still here to pretend to be your mother?"

"Stupid stuff."

The quality of his fans was not high, and now he lost the game again, and he also lost to a little-known little guy.

The most important thing is that he was still killed by a hero like Han Bing who was regarded as trash by everyone.

How could this pot be thrown away all at once?

"Can you shut up now?"

"If you are not convinced, please bring me the person you think is a master, and I will continue to kill."

For their compliments, Li Feifan was no match for them.

Because he still remembered how these people sprayed him just now.

"Fuck, is this kid so crazy?"

"It's just killing a stupid anchor, why is he so crazy?"

Hearing what Li Feifan said, Zhang Yanle couldn't help mocking.

Although Li Feifan was able to win the game, it was indeed a bit of a surprise to him.

But he was more willing to believe that it was Wang Qing, that trash, who was careless.

For Zhang Yanle, who always likes to pretend and is ignorant and arrogant, seeing Li Feifan pretending to be so aggressive is a very uncomfortable thing.

"Yan Le, if you don't like him, you can fight him one-on-one now, anyway, they have already opened the room."

Hearing that Zhang Yanle was still pretending to be aggressive, Zhao Xiaolong said lightly.

"I am a professional mid laner, to bully such a small person?"

"You think highly of him too, don't you?"

Hearing Zhao Xiaolong's words, Zhang Yanle sneered and said disdainfully.

(End of this chapter)