Up to six yuan [holographic]

Hearing what Qing Ranchen said, Yang Sufan finally came to his senses.

Last year, due to the need for internal rectification of the Star Team, he didn't have the extra energy to pay attention to the affairs of the fantasy world, so he didn't participate in the Shenwu Forum that year.

No matter how busy the situation was in previous years, he would at least participate in the individual competition, so this was probably the first time he was officially absent.

And coincidentally, this newly promoted god named Shi Prison happened to show his prowess in that session of Shenwu altar.

Just like a dark horse that was born out of nowhere, swept the individual competitions and won the championship in one fell swoop.

Of course, Yang Sufan had heard some rumors about this newcomer, but he forgot the game ID after reading it once.

However, because of Ten Prisoners and Hao Rong's perfect miss afterwards, a large number of fantasy players questioned the gold content of No.1 in this season's individual competition.

Originally, any sensible netizen would know that this matter should not be blamed on the ten prisoners.However, this Ten Prisoner usually behaves high-profile and arrogant and is often outspoken during the live broadcast. Although he has attracted many fans after World War I, the number of black fans is also amazing. Just because of the dispute incident There have been three hot searches on Feibo, and the level of perfection can be seen.

Afterwards, it was said that in order to prove his own strength, this person also went to District [-] several times during the period when the cross-server hub was opened, and challenged Juggernaut Haoquan on the cross-server channel.

However, that period of time coincided with the Chaos Professional League, and Yang Sufan didn't have time to log into the fantasy world at all, so that until the account was deleted, the two of them hadn't had any direct contact.

Regarding the mood of the ten prisoners, Yang Sufan said that he could understand it. After all, he won the No.1 throne with his own ability, but he was rejected just because he was such a famous ancient god, and no one would be happy about it.

Qing Ranchen glanced at Yang Sufan's expression, probably guessed what he was thinking, and said, "The ten prisoners have expressed their disdain for the strength of your sword master many times during the live broadcast, but in my opinion, it's just He just improved himself by stepping on you. So far, he has not signed a contract with any club. If he is not intentionally imitating your free-working master route, then he wants to wait for a head-on contest with you and win it for a price.”

Yang Sufan listened, feeling a little dumbfounded.

I don't know why, but I always feel that there are always so many people who want to have something to do with his vest in the first district intentionally or unintentionally.

I don't know whether everyone's marketing mind is too developed now, or I really underestimated my commercial value too much.

However, there is one thing that Qing Ranchen said correctly, the mouth of this ten prisoner is indeed vicious.

After all, this person is a top player who has sprung up recently, and with his iconic blond hair, the old players who pay a little attention to Shenwu can easily recognize him at a glance.

Standing on the stage at this time, looking at Du Zerui standing in front of him, the ten prisoner's expression can be said to be extremely arrogant, he raised his eyes lazily, and asked: "So, you are the strongest in the chaotic world!" contestant, right?"

Du Zerui has been in the professional league for so many years, so naturally he would not be provoked by such an overly provocative provocation. Hearing the words, he said indifferently: "In the professional league, there has never been such a saying as being the strongest."

The ten prisoner snorted coldly: "It's really hypocritical to say so grandly."

Standing by the side, Huahua Shijie felt the low air pressure between the two of them, couldn't help but wiped off his sweat secretly and said, "Both of you, can we start fighting now?"

The ten prisoner didn't say anything more, stretched his muscles and bones a little, and put on his preparation for battle.

Almost at the moment when the battle was announced, he rushed towards the opposite Fu Ze Wanwu.

From a distance, one can see that his hands are empty, but upon closer inspection, it is not difficult to find that there are strange colored metal pieces inlaid around his hands, which are the favorite gloves for close combat.

The moment he got close, the surroundings of his fist were filled with light, and he swung fiercely towards the front of Fu Ze Wanwu.

Ten prisoner's combat style is as bold and unrestrained as his personality. Such an overly direct mode of confronting the enemy obviously does not take Fu Ze Wanwu into consideration at all.And simply and rudely, leaving no retreat for himself at all.

In such a situation that seems to be full of flaws at first glance, Fu Ze Wanwu naturally will not miss the slightest chance.

A patch of ice formed just in front of him, and it exploded instantly when it hit Ten Prisoner's punches, but it was enough to buy him time to complete the chant of the next skill.

Immediately, countless rubble gathered around Fu Ze Wanwu, and after a short pause, they smashed towards the ten prisoners crazily.

There should be nowhere to hide from the too close distance, but the ten prisoners have no intention of retreating.

After a flurry of punches, force against force, the entire arena was suddenly filled with mud.

When the last boulder fell, it rolled over, almost precisely controlling the time to avoid it perfectly, and at the same time, with the help of this small displacement, it got close to Fu Ze Wanwu's body again. To the opponent's back, is a set of random punches.

"He's very strong." In the stands, Yang Sufan had unconsciously focused his attention completely, and there was a bit of amazement in his eyes.

He hadn't watched the video of Ten Prisoners' individual competition during last year's Shenwutan event, but from the rough and detailed actual combat operation in front of him, it is enough to see that this person is indeed worthy of the title of individual champion Number.

Qing Ranchen heard that he still had the leisure and elegance to praise him, looked up at him, and asked with great interest: "If he is in the limelight today, you are not afraid of really shaking your position."

Yang Sufan was puzzled: "Huh?"

Qing Ranchen said: "Hao Fan has already deleted his account, and Ten Prisoners is doomed to be unable to compete with a person whose account has been deleted. But if he alone defeated all the clubs of Chaos, do you think this reputation is enough to support his promotion? Top God."

Yang Sufan was silent: "You mean he was deliberately provocative just now?"

"Otherwise, do you think there are really fools who have no brains and hatred in this world?" Qing Ranchen smiled lightly, looked up at the eye platform, and said, "Sometimes the more arrogant you are, the easier it is to deepen other things." A person’s image is worth it, if you don’t believe it, just keep reading later.”

Yang Sufan couldn't help but glanced at him: "Sometimes you are really transparent and scary."

Qing Ranchen smiled: "Thank you for the compliment."

Yang Sufan didn't say anything more, turned his gaze to the stage again, and frowned slightly.

In fact, from the very beginning of this game, Du Zerui had already suffered a disadvantage in genre.

The melee style of close combat like the Ten Prisoners is originally a long-range nemesis that needs to be chanted. In addition, Du Zerui came to power early. Although the opponent expressed disdain, it can be seen from the configuration of every piece of equipment right now. Targeted adjustments have been made.

Under the rules of such a short-term duel, the Ten Prisoners fought to the death with all their strength from the very beginning. Obviously, they wanted to use the shortest time to widen the gap between blood and blood, and the defense was that Du Zerui would use his strength to catch up in the later stage. , in order to lay the foundation for victory.

Once the blood volume is drawn, the remaining time is obviously not enough for Du Zerui to recover it again.

Sure enough, after the 8-minute game time ended, the ten prisoners with more vitality were undoubtedly judged to be the winner.

From a certain point of view, the time limit for this ring event really deceived many people.

Du Zerui has always been a person who is willing to gamble and admit defeat. He walked off the ring very much in accordance with the rules of the game, without any unnecessary arguments.

As soon as he left, the ten prisoners laughed even more arrogantly: "How good am I as a professional player in the chaotic world? Is it only at this level? I have always heard that clubs in the third world are famous for their professionalism. Now come Seems like that, at this level, when the Shenwu Arena starts, how many of them will survive the second round?"

Such a contemptuous tone has already verified Qing Ranchen's conjecture.

Even though Yang Sufan already knew the purpose of this person, he still couldn't help frowning when he heard it.

He has always been a little displeased with Buddhists, let alone those professional players in the Chaos Club who were almost named and provocative. The major teams couldn't sit still.

The ten prisoners stood on the stage and smiled coldly: "What, it's so chaotic, no one dares to come up?"

The overly arrogant attitude caused a burst of discussion around him, and the players from Chaos were even more furious.

The original intention of the peaceful sparring has long since disappeared. It is about the honor of the Chaos Alliance. Lu Simin from the Dark Night Guild, Su Yi'an from the Sky Shadow Guild, and Zhong Yuning from the Dawn Guild stepped onto the stage one after another.

It's a pity that they are far less integrated into the fantasy world than Du Zerui. Facing the top masters in individual competitions like the Ten Prisoners, they have no choice but to lose in the end.

"This kind of strength can actually be used as a professional?" Ten Prisoners beheaded several people in a row, stood on the stage with a look of great disappointment, and sighed long, "Chaos Alliance? Heh."

His attitude undoubtedly angered many people thoroughly, but what's the point of anger, enough strength allows him to still stand on the stage.

After all, this person is currently No.1 in the individual competition of the Shenwu Altar, and no one can shake him until someone knocks him down from the altar.

At this moment, Yang Sufan saw a familiar figure step onto the ring.

The expression between his brows finally had a slight fluctuation.

The game ID Xuemang comes from the Star Guild, and it is Sun Zhaoping who temporarily takes over his position as captain.

"Yo, you really like to come up one by one to give away heads one by one!" Zai Ten prisoner smiled arrogantly, and at the beginning of the battle, he squeezed the full set in his hand hard, and it was still a simple and rough punch.

The two figures were entangled in one place in an instant, and cheers came and went from all around.

Yang Sufan glanced at the figures who had stepped down from the stands at some point and stood around the ring area.

Looking at the thin anger on those familiar faces, finally, his eyes fell on the little apprentice Tang Xubin who was clenched deeply, and the corners of his mouth could not help but tighten a little.

Amidst the arrogant contempt and ridicule of the ten prisoners, what was going on in the arena was no longer a simple regional duel, but a challenge to the dignity of these professional players from the Chaos Alliance.

However, it is a pity that the holographic competition is so cruel.

Sometimes even if it's just one more day of contact, just one more level of understanding, it is likely to be lost by a thousand miles on the battlefield.

As a retired player who just left the Chaos Professional League, Yang Sufan's passion and love for the game "Chaos" and his deep feelings for the existence of the entire professional league made him very understandable for this suppressed anger.

But perhaps it was because the bystanders were clear, facing such an overly straightforward provocation from the Ten Prisoners, he also knew very well that it was really not suitable to be overly emotional now, otherwise it would only backfire on such an occasion.

But at some point, sensibility and rationality are really not things that can be allowed to coexist.

Even Du Zerui, who was extremely rational at this moment, just watched with a calm face at this moment, and didn't say anything to stop the other players.

Seeing it in his eyes, Yang Sufan couldn't help but sighed secretly, and stood up from his seat.

Youqian noticed his strange behavior and asked, "What's wrong?"

Yang Sufan stretched his muscles and said, "My hands are itchy, I want to play."

A trace of surprise flashed across Youqian's brows, and his eyes lightly swept over his slightly different expression from before. When the words came to his lips, he just said "um" softly, and said, "Go if you want."

Others soon noticed Yang Sufan walking from the stands to the arena, all of them looked dazed.

The crazy little cutie asked: "Brother Liu Yuan, what are you doing here?"

Seeing you as fate, he said, "Now Prisoner God is singled out against the pro players from Chaos, he doesn't want to join in the fun at this time, does he?"

The crazy little cutie said: "No way, Laoyou, don't let him mess around! Although Prisoner God is from another server, it has almost turned into a battle between Chaos and Illusion. This is really going to happen." Playing should not be now!"

Youqian's gaze followed Yang Sufan's figure all the time, and he didn't raise his head when he heard the words, and his tone was extremely calm: "It doesn't matter, as long as he is happy."

"..." Everyone said, "Okay, as long as you are happy!"

……

When Yang Sufan walked into the ring area, Sun Zhaoping on the stage happened to be completely emptied of blood under the random punches of the ten prisoners, and immediately accumulated another victory.

Ten Prisoners watched another defeated player walk down the ring area, stood with his hands behind his back, and the contemptuous expression in his smile became more and more clear: "It's really weak."

Xiao Yuanxin from the Cangyu Guild finally couldn't hold back anymore, rolled up his sleeves in anger, and was about to rush to the ring directly: "Fuck! Wait for me, I'll see if I don't beat you to death!"

However, before he took two steps, he was grabbed by his teammates.

Although they were also extremely upset, there were still a few people who still had a sliver of reason, and persuaded them: "The genre route you take is not suitable for personal battles, don't be impulsive!"

Team Stars, seeing Sun Zhaoping's defeat, Tang Xubin's temper had obviously exploded: "Team Sun! Let me go! I'm close combat, I can beat him!"

Xia Yuze next to him stretched out his hand to stop him: "Just you, a crispy assassin, can't stand him being beaten a few times."

Tang Xubin completely exploded: "Should we let him continue to be arrogant? Fuck, really bullying no one in our chaotic world?!"

Xia Yuze glanced at him with downcast eyes, a cold sharpness flashed in his deep eyes: "Let me go."

Obviously, Tang Xubin's whole mood is a little too excited now. It would be fine if he can win in the ring at this time, but if he fails, it may directly leave deep trauma on his soul.

At present, there is only more than one month left before the Shenwu Temple, and the mental state of the team members cannot be affected for an ordinary official event.

Thinking this way, he raised his head and cast a questioning look at Sun Zhaoping.

Seeing Team Sun nodding his head in approval, he was about to step onto the ring, when an emerald green staff suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking his way.

When I looked up, I happened to see the familiar game ID of charging up to six yuan.

The astonishment flashed across Xia Yuze's eyebrows, and he said calmly, "Excuse me."

Yang Sufan didn't speak, but took two steps back, calmly blocking the only passage to the ring.

The other professional players also noticed the strangeness here, and couldn't help casting suspicious glances.

At this time, Tang Xubin wished that someone would beat that prisoner named Ten Prison to the ground in the next second, and when he saw that he had charged up to six yuan and appeared out of nowhere, he almost ran away: "What are you doing stopping Liuyuan? Can you stop me, let our people go up! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Xiao Yuanxin also calmed down a little under the persuasion of his teammates, but his mood was basically the same as Tang Xubin's. He secretly gestured twice with frantic fingers, and said through gritted teeth: "This guy provoked our Chaos Alliance first, Let's talk about it later, don't hinder us from resolving our grievances."

Yang Sufan didn't speak, and looked up at Du Zerui who was not far away, only to see that the man's brows were tightly frowned, still a tacit attitude of suppressing the anger in his heart.

His eyes drooped slightly, and he said in an unhurried manner: "This time the arena is a duel between other district servers and District No.11. In fact, I want to say that the limelight is all taken by the club from Chaos." , isn't it a little bad?"

"How could it not be so..." Xiao Yuanxin almost wanted to blurt out a veto, but just said a few words, and reacted belatedly.

Does the voice of the person in front of you sound too familiar? !

He hesitated for a long time, and subconsciously looked up as if he had seen a ghost.

This glance coincided with Yang Sufan's half-smiling gaze: "You guys don't feel too good, do you?"

As if to prove that it was not their auditory hallucinations, it was such a faint sentence.

The original voice, without any voice-changing processing, fell into the ears of all the professional players of the Chaos Alliance.

The over-familiar tone of voice, and the voice that seemed like a smile but not a smile that made people want to be beaten up, made everyone who was eager to rush to the ring to whip corpses and ten prisoners feel shocked for a moment, as if they completely forgot what was in their hearts. anger.

Isn't this the voice of Yang Sufan?

But why do you hear it from the mouth that charges up to six yuan? !

As for Team Star, except for Xia Yuze who just joined with a puzzled expression, the rest of the team was completely frozen in place in a petrified state.

Yang Sufan also guessed the possible shocking effect in advance, and looked up at Sun Zhaoping at this time, and asked as if nothing happened: "Sun team, do you mind taking the kids from your team back first?"

Sun Zhaoping was called by name suddenly. Although there were tens of thousands of questions circling in his mind for a while, he blurted out instinctively: "Of course I don't mind! Xiao Xia, you come back first!"

Yang Sufan is satisfied with the cooperation of his old teammates.

He could feel the gazes of all directions gathered on him, he silently raised his head to look at the sky, and stepped onto the ring like this under the eyes of all the people.

Ten Prisoners waited on it for a long time, already a little impatient, but the person who didn't wait for the Chaos Alliance came, but such an unknown guy came, and there was a trace of dissatisfaction in his brows: "What's the matter, that Chaos?" The people on the side have no skills, and finally know how to find foreign aid? People from the Gold Consortium? What is the idea of ​​​​emerging at this time? Are you going to follow the news on the holographic media tomorrow?"

"Yes, I just want to read the manuscript. It seems that Prisoner God understands our mentality?" Yang Sufan looked up at him with a half-smile, and replied meaningfully, "I just don't know. Will it be possible to get the headlines by deliberately provoking Chaos players like this?"

As soon as he said this, it can be said that he expressed his sinister intention of deliberately attracting people's attention in a very simple and rude way.

The ten prisoner couldn't help but choked on him, and his face darkened a bit: "I don't understand what nonsense you are talking about!"

Yang Sufan raised his eyebrows: "Huh? Great God, did you talk less nonsense than me just now?"

The surrounding atmosphere where the battle was imminent was suddenly broken, causing bursts of laughter from the stands.

Many players in the eleventh district couldn't help but think of the scene of this person's life and death in the world, and his painting style was still the same as before.

Yang Sufan was obviously not a person who would accept as soon as he saw it. Seeing that the ten prisoners hadn't uttered a word for a long time, he played with the Cuixi scepter in his hand twice, whistled softly, and asked, "I'm No. People from District 11 never broke the rules when they came up. You talk so much nonsense, why don’t you dare to fight me?”

The ten prisoner immediately became annoyed: "Where did this wild monkey come out, I will be afraid of you?"

Huahua World was almost struggling to survive in the second half, and had already regretted taking over the job of hosting. At this time, seeing that the two of them were about to fight if they disagreed, they immediately announced: "Next time! Prepare for a ring, three, two, one, start!"

Yang Sufan saw that the person on the opposite side was really rushing towards him, and started singing calmly.

As the most concerned master player in the No.11 area, the appearance of charging up to six yuan will undoubtedly excite the onlookers.

However, at this moment, the Chaos professional players, who should have been looking forward to the abuse of the ten prisoners, were eerily silent.

No one even paid attention to the specific situation of the battle on the field, all eyes fell on the figure holding the staff at the same time, and it started, for a long time and indefinitely empty...

After a long time, Xiao Yuanxin choked out a sentence: "Am I dreaming? Who will pinch me hard?"

Not far away, Du Zerui stood there maintaining his original posture, expressionless. If you observe carefully, you can find the faintly twitching corners of his mouth.

At this moment, what flashed through his mind repeatedly was the scene when he first contacted and recruited someone.

At that time, that person said to him like this: I am such a man who is destined to let the full-service guild not ask for it.

I... I believe in your evil!

Zeshen, who had always been well-cultivated, couldn't help but secretly burst out loud in his heart.