DNF Live Allard

Chapter 7

Wang Yan smiled embarrassingly, and said nothing more, the four of them continued to move forward. At this time, the barrage in the live broadcast room kept popping up one message after another.

"Xuzu? Su Nan? Where did Xi Lan stay in the dungeon game?"

"The Kingdom of Warriors - Xuzu?"

"Su Nan's Secret Shadow Long Sword, a piece of equipment I miss so much."

"I still think the anchor is filming."

At this time, the audience in the live broadcast room has begun to be half-believing. Some people responded in shock, while others felt that the anchor was playing tricks, but they were all very interested in the content of the live broadcast room. Let's see what Wang Yan, the anchor who claims to have traveled to Xu Zu, can play.

"'Little brother is very powerful' presented a lobster to the anchor."

The news in the live broadcast room paused for a while. After notifying everyone, Li Yue returned to the live broadcast room interface, but seeing other viewers talking a lot, she was excited and presented a gift of considerable value, and left a message on the public screen: "The anchor, I I believe you."

"666."

When they saw that the gift was a lobster, several people typed out such a meaningless barrage. After all, a gift of 100 yuan is usually only given by viewers who like the anchor very much.

"Thank you for the great reward, thank you very much, it's a waste of money."

When Wang Yan saw the gift notice, he paused for a moment and quickly thanked him. After all, he still had two tasks on his back, so he increased the completion of one of them by 1%.

Seeing someone offering a reward, other people’s small gifts also went away, but they were basically ordinary free bamboo. Wang Yan also thanked them in unison. At this time, the number of people in the live broadcast room has reached more than 30 people, most of them are Li Wyatt informs the coming audience.

The three people in front suddenly stopped in their tracks, and Wang Yan was taken aback when he looked up.

Ten meters away, in an open space, two teenagers who looked to be about ten years old were fighting with all their strength. Several adults stood beside them, and there were other teenagers watching around.

The sound of punching to the flesh cannot be faked. Even if they are more than ten meters away, Wang Yan can still hear the sound of fists and feet.

"Front kick!" One of the teenagers grabbed the opponent's loophole, kicked the opponent's body from the gap, and kicked the opponent to the ground.

The boy who fell to the ground got up as soon as he grunted, shook the dust on his body, and wanted to go up again with a trace of unwillingness to admit defeat. The people next to him stopped the continuation of the battle, and the other two boys began to enter the open space and beat each other. A salute.

"Seeing them, I seem to see the two of you a few years ago."

Passing by the crowd, the middle-aged man stretched out his hand and rubbed the two teenagers beside him, with only a peaceful smile on his face, and the two teenagers looked at each other and smiled.

"I'll go, where is this place, are children always fighting so fiercely?"

In the live broadcast room, the pictures in Wang Yan's field of vision were completely recorded and played in the live broadcast room. Looking at the teenagers fighting in the open space, most of the audience felt toothache. It looked like ten-year-old teenagers were fighting. But not inferior.

"I saw that kick just now, it seems that there is a white light flashing? Am I wrong?"

"I saw it too. The subtitles for the kick that flew away showed the words "Front Kick". This is the subtitle translated from the boy's words. Could this be a young fighter?"

"I think I can't even beat a 10-year-old kid now. Now my nephew is standing by the side watching the live broadcast and said he wants to compete with me. Do you think I should run away?"

"He is still young, we must not let him go." Some viewers urged to speak.

At this time, several people in the crowd also saw the middle-aged man and his party of four, and after a few conversations, they separated from the crowd and came over. They took a look at Wang Yan, who was at the back, and didn't care. They clasped their fists at the middle-aged man. : "The owner of Bamboo Stone Hall."

Zhushi, that is, the middle-aged man whose name Wang Yan has never known also clasped his fists and bowed to the other party: "Master of Wind Shadow Hall."

"I heard that the master of Zhushi was injured by people from Huxiao Martial Arts. I don't know if the injury has recovered."

The few people who came were all dressed in gray combat uniforms. The leading man looked at the bamboo and stone in front of him, and asked after a moment's pause.

"I went out and found wild ginseng, and the injury is not serious."

The owner of Bamboo and Stone shook his head, indicating that he had no problem, and talked for a while, both sides said goodbye, and the four left.

"If you can't afford wild ginseng, you have to find it yourself. There are only two disciples left. It seems that there is no hope for Zhushi Martial Arts."

Behind Fengying, a young man looked at the backs of the four leaving, the corners of his mouth curled up with a slight disdain.

"I'm also a fighter, so don't say such sarcastic remarks. Zhushi was also famous when he was young, but he was injured in Su Nan Kingdom, so he came here with sequelae. Otherwise, I wouldn't be Zhushi at this time. opponent."

Fengying shook his head and looked back, Zhushi was much stronger than him when he was young, but now the other party is a bit downcast.

"I know, those female fighters, they just can't see the rise of our male fighters, and they blame Zhushi for being too popular, accepting the opponent's challenge, and that's why they suffered a disastrous defeat."

Another person told the news that they had heard, and everyone shook their heads together. In today's Xu country, female fighters are the mainstream, and male fighters are practicing in some small places like them. The best fighters are still women.

Not long after, the bamboo and stone at the front stopped, and Arnold at the side took out a key to open the courtyard gate by the road.

Wang Yan looked up, the courtyard door was made of hardwood, it looked very hard, but on one side there was a clear footprint imprinted deeply in the center, when Arnold opened the door, he even held the courtyard door on one side carefully. Putting it aside, it seems that the gate of the courtyard was kicked down by someone, and it has not been repaired until now.

Beside the gate of the courtyard is a fence surrounded by some logs, each side is seven or eight meters wide. Looking into the courtyard, except for a few trees, the rest of the place is solid flat ground, except for the road in the center that leads directly to the rooms in the courtyard. nothing else.

"Close the door, I'm going to take my medicine."

Zhushi directed Arnold and the two to close the courtyard door, and Wang Yan, who stood aside after entering, looked around curiously, communicating with the audience in the live broadcast room from time to time.

"Now I basically believe the anchor's words, the anchor has really come to Arad."

After experiencing the boy's battle just now, the conversations with everyone, and all kinds of things they saw along the way, many viewers in the live broadcast room were amazed and typed messages in the live broadcast room.

"I also want to go to the continent of Arad!"

The audience responded frantically.

"Tch, you can't even beat a ten-year-old kid."

The barrage of ridicule popped up.

"The anchor can broadcast live in a different world, it's already very powerful."

This is a delicate viewer. Wang Yan did not use any live broadcast equipment, but he was able to live broadcast all the time. This is beyond ordinary people's imagination.

(End of this chapter)