The big star who started from PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds

"What should we do? Do we just watch this Han Guo guy leave? If this spreads in the world e-sports circle, we will be ashamed and humiliated. More than [-] people didn't kill a Han Guo guy."

"He fired again. On the mountain in front, we fought it out, dragging him to death even if he was poisoned. I don't believe he has medicine."

"Yes, keep going..."

Under Ye Feng's torture, these stick players were about to collapse.

I don't know how many circles were taken by Ye Feng.

Originally there were more than [-] people, but now there are less than [-] people, about eleven or twelve.

That is to say.

Now Ye Feng's kill count has reached 40.

On the hill on the right side of the Autistic City, Ye Feng got stuck on the top of the hill. Looking at the dozen or so stick players rushing down below, they had no cover, and it was a great opportunity to collect people.

"Hateful."

"It's over now."

Li Linxi was watching the battle in God mode. Seeing more than a dozen players crazily rushing towards the mountain without any cover, he immediately clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

But he has no choice.

And in his live broadcast room.

"The Han Guo guys are actually leading our players by the nose."

"Are these people so stupid? Chong without cover?"

"Hey, they have no other choice. They have no medicine on them. They just want to drag that Han guy to death. That's a win."

"Did you really win? I think that Han Guo guy has killed 40 people, all of them are ours."

The sticks in the live broadcast room were discussing unwillingly.

"The third wave of poison is already painful, and their blood volume should have been disabled."

Ye Feng was stuck behind a tree, watching the stick players rushing madly, without any panic.

Such a good opportunity to collect heads should not be wasted.

"Dead one."

Leaning out, the quadruple mirror was turned on, and the moment the mirror was opened, he shot immediately.

Respond.

A stick player sprinting towards the hill goes straight into the box.

41 kills.

then.

Ye Feng didn't use the 98K anymore, but put the quadruple lens on the M4, and it became a single shot.

Turn your head to the right and shoot at the stick player below.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

One shot, one shot.

Just like using a sniper, streaks of blood mist were spotted on the stick player, frantically collecting heads.

"He's up there."

"Leave a few people with guns, and a few more to fight with me, and kill this Han country guy."

"Come on."

A stick player shouted, leading a few people towards the hill.

The rest of the people confronted Ye Feng.

However, Ye Feng is not that stupid.

Just when this group of people rushed to the middle of the mountain.

Ye Feng took four heads again.

45 kills.

"The wind is blowing hard, goodbye."

Ye Feng laughed.

He turned around and ran back.

Having collected so many heads in the Autistic City, enough is enough.

The next step is to enter the circle, and Ye Feng has no medicine left, only a first aid kit and a bottle of painkiller.

As long as there is a car, Ye Feng can live.

"Asshole, he ran away again."

When a few sticks rushed to Ye Feng's position, looking at the empty tree behind, he was extremely depressed.

"I'm out of blood."

"me too..."

And right now.

Below, there were stick players who rushed up and exclaimed.

One by one, the amount of blood that was directly poisoned was directly formed into a box.

watching.

One by one, the stick players were poisoned to death like this, from the beginning to the end, from the time when Ye Feng went undercover, until now, they didn't even catch Ye Feng's tail. Although they fired a lot of shots, none of the bullets hit Ye Feng.

And helplessly being played around by Ye Feng.