[Online Game] The Art of Headmaster

"Old Song." Hua Baimei affectionately pulled Song Wenshen onto the boat. Song Wenshen's back stiffened, and he felt countless scorching eyes sticking to his back, and subconsciously shook off Hua Baimei's claws. Enthusiastic.

Master Song greeted dryly, "Master Hua, what a great formation."

Hua Baimei snorted coldly, "Being defrauded of so much money, there are always some privileges." In fact, Hua Baimei's ship was only some senior disciples of the Fuqu Sect, and the five major sects in the world almost contracted more than half of the games in the game. Players, as one of the five major sects, the disciples of the Fu Que sect lined up a whole fleet.

That's a phalanx of flamingos that stretches for miles!Song Wen was deeply jealous and felt a little intense fear.

In the simulated rivers and lakes, it is too difficult to establish a guild, and there are only dozens of guilds established since the server was launched, and most players still act in units of sects.For example, in this martial arts conference, most of them are traveling with factions. In addition to the five major sects, there are also some hidden sects, all kinds of dazzling sects, big and small, which really makes people feel like they are in the Jianghu.

"Old Song." Hua Baimei and his brothers hooked his shoulders so nicely, standing by the railing in a gesture of scolding Fang Qiu. "Is the scenery here much better than your little broken boat?"

Song Wenshen heard the words and looked far away, and had to say that Hua Baimei was occupied by the best viewing angle. He was facing the main ring and could see the NPC above without any effort.The huge painting boat not only occupies the good scenery, but also blocks the view of the small sect behind, it is simply domineering.The other four sects also tacitly retreated unanimously, surrounded by the main boat of the Fuqu sect like stars.

Master Song looked to the left, and the swordsman Changqing School in Tsing Yi looked to the right, dressed in shorts and fighting the Longwei Escort.The eyes of the two sides were like torches fighting in the air for several rounds, and they looked at the ship of the Fu Que faction with full expectation.I said brothers, do you want to be so obvious... Another major function of the martial arts conference after a long time is the blind date conference.Not to mention the long-awaited eyes of Kurong Temple and Qinshan faction in the distance, the Fuqu faction really specializes in women standing behind heroes.

Several major sects started fighting silently with their eyes, and the Fuqu sect was also very lively.Song Wenshen instinctively didn't want to know the reason for the excitement, he could not help turning pale when he vaguely heard words such as being attacked by beauties.

Hua Baimei smiled slightly, and had high hopes for him, "Brother, I'm just waiting for you to dismantle me and that rabies CP."

Song Wenshen raised his eyebrows and made an indescribable movement, screaming everywhere.

"It's good for the hooligans to attack Dafa! It's even more popular than Mr. Ji's fan!"

Ji Wuping's weapon, the blood-clothed fan, is at least one of the top-ranked weapons in the world, but it was used by a group of little girls to compare the popularity of CP.Ji Wuping's expression is cold and his eyes are not squinting, probably because he is used to it.

Song Wenshen and the others enjoyed the eyes of the men around them secretly for a while. Originally, a white plum was enough to be an eyesore, but there were a few more little white faces among the thousands of flowers, it was unbearable.I saw a tall middle-aged man stepping on the water, and slowly walked onto the main arena. The golden NPC name on his head reminded that this person was Fang Tianzheng, the current leader of the Wulin League.Fang Tianzheng has one person in each of his left and right hands, and the person in his left hand has an iconic beard. It is Chen Xian who cheated Hua Baimei.The person on the right has silver hair and a thin face. It should be Lu Zhaomin, the old man of Qianshan.There are rumors in the world that in the Wulin League, Qianji counts outsiders, and Qianshan old men rule inside. Although Lu Zhaomin is not as famous as Chen Xian, he is proficient in the art of controlling people, and manages the Wulin League as obediently as a nest of quails.

Fang Tianzheng spoke loudly about building the prosperity of martial arts together and then sat down on the top chair. Chen Xian stood in the center of the arena with his arms folded, his eyes slowly moving across the various schools.Everyone held their breath for a long time, seeing that he was putting on a show without saying a word, they inevitably became agitated.

At this moment, old man Qianshan suddenly coughed lightly, and Chen Xian smiled slightly, "The first round, lightness kung fu."

The whole audience was in an uproar, the martial arts conference has always only had single PK and group PK, but this time it unexpectedly came up with a new trick.Song Wenshen watched as a big man with a knife silently took three finger-thick gold chains from his neck to lighten his load, and the gorgeous girls of the Fuqu school complained in a low voice that their hairstyles were going to be messed up again.

Chen Xian said again, "There are a hundred brass bells of the Martial Arts Alliance on the seven-story glazed pagoda outside Nanjiang City. Everyone can take the bells with lightness skills. Those who successfully return to the venue will enter the next round."

With one order, the entire venue came out in full force.There are crowds of people on the Nanjiang River, and there are rowers and people treading on the water. What's more, people's heads are used as pedals, causing countless curses.

It was no surprise that Head Song was carried away again, but this time the persons carried were replaced by Hua Baimei and Gu Zhaoci.

"Your qinggong is too bad, so you can't practice well?"

What responded to him was headmaster Song's innocent dog eyes that were enough to blind everyone.

The seven-layer glazed pagoda outside Nanjiang City is called Baohe Pagoda. According to legend, it was built by a certain prince in the previous dynasty to celebrate his mother's birthday. The ripples are like golden yarn, so this branch of the Nanjiang River is also called the Golden Belt River.Now that the beautiful scenery of the Jindai River is gone, the river is densely packed with players. Although Hua Baimei and the others brought one player, they still kept the speed at the first echelon. Not long after, they saw the glazed pagoda covered with copper bells in the distance, and the breeze blew by. There is a rumbling sound, which shows the large number.

At the foot of Baohe Pagoda, a monk in plain clothes stood with his palms together. When he saw someone coming, he loudly proclaimed a Buddha's name.In the first echelon, there were a few players from Kurong Temple whose knees softened suddenly. This person was none other than the Great Monk Mingfa of the Discipline Academy of Kurong Temple.The monks of Kurong Temple all recalled the days when they violated the sect rules and were cleared up.

The players behind were flying and seeing a few falling down in the middle of the road, they jumped up from Shan Ruliu stepping on the head of the monk Guangguang.In the rivers and lakes, each light kung fu school has its own merits, some are good at speed, and some are good at climbing.When the masters of the first echelon finished sweeping the copper bells on the bottom floor, the later players set their sights on the upper floor of the seven-layer glazed tower.As a result, a large number of players rushed up desperately, and their internal strength was so weak that they flew to the ground and fell straight down. After a while, a group of players with internal injuries were lying on the ground.

Song Wenshen and the others, carrying copper bells, squatted on a nearby tree branch to watch the excitement. "Hey, there are players all over the world, this view is not common." Headmaster Song gloated at his misfortune, attracting disgust from his companions, your lightness kung fu is not as good as theirs.

A few minutes later, a bullock cart slowly came along the official road, a yellow flag was planted on the bullock cart, and a huge Chinese character of medicine was written on it.Under the banner sat a few smiling NPCs in the medical hall, watching the players as if they were looking at a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

"...Is this medical clinic run by the Wulin League?" All the players were speechless for a while, it's fucking good, right?

So the game entered an endless loop, the player jumped up and fell seriously injured, the doctor in the hospital collected money to save the person, and the player continued to jump up... There was a dirty smell of copper!

When the copper bells on the glazed pagoda became less and less, some players turned their attention to other directions, and they didn't say they couldn't grab them!Some people sneaked into the forced PK, so a bigger pit was waiting for them, and they were greeted by Mingfa's Arhat stick. Before they could see what happened, they found themselves lying on the resurrection point.

...this must be a conspiracy.It seems that they have seen the dirty face of the official, and they recycle money and experience. Is there a bottom line in this game?

When everyone returned to the main ring and saw Chen Xian's extraordinarily kind face, they felt that his face was hideous with ulterior motives, liar!A big, cunning liar!

After the first round of the competition, a total of 900 players were counted and obtained the copper bell.Several red lists appeared on the main arena. Chen Xian stroked his beard and said, "These 900 masters will compete in pairs until the top ten are determined."

Nine hundred masters formed freely, and the five arenas on the Nanjiang River were in full swing.What's shocking is that Song Wenshen survived two rounds of rankings and got close to the top [-]. To this, everyone in the Qionghua faction can only say that this guy is too lucky to meet parallel importers every time.

Hua Baimei seriously asked about the names of Song Wenshen's relatives, which confused everyone. "It's nothing, I just want to know if your family owns a game company? This is a cheat. But..." He changed the topic thoughtfully. "Old Song, based on what I know about you these past few days, your luck seems to be not so good. Could it be that this is a flashback."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone in the Qionghua faction nodded in embarrassment.

"Thinking about it this way..." Song Wenshen touched his chin.

"Song Wenshen!" A familiar roar came, "Come down!"

My mother, Brother Gu!

"Master Gu, this is not very good." Headmaster Song turned around stiffly, and saw a rabies patient with fried hair without any surprise.

Gu Zhaoxi stood on the ring with her arms folded, showing him a wicked smile. "I'm very curious about Sect Master Song's martial arts, why don't you all have a discussion."

Song Wenshen automatically replaced the word "discussion" with "struggle" in his mind, pretending to be regretful and shaking his head, "I also have the same intention. It's a pity, we have no fate, and my opponent in the next match will not be you."

Gu Zhaoxi shrugged, "Your opponent voluntarily exchanges with me."

Song Wenshen was not surprised to see his original opponent who was cowering in the corner of the ring like a rag doll.

Volunteer, hehe.

Sure enough, it was all flashbacks just now.

Head Song.pawn.

The author has something to say: I really want to know what the unspeakable dish is: I didn't expect you to be the master of this style of painting.

Head of Song with a cocky tail: Hooligan attack?

Dacai: Hooligans suffer!