The devil respects the generation guide, and my sentinel loves brainstorming.

The preliminaries of the Sentinel Group are a melee mode where 50% of the candidates are directly eliminated, and the remaining 50% enter the promotion round.

After several rounds of promotions, the remaining 20 people will compete in qualifying.

Ning Zhiyuan: "Is there anyone who relies on Gou to enter the promotion competition?"

Yu Weining: "Yes, luck is also a part of strength. The country does not want people with bad luck."

Ning Zhiyuan decided that he would enter the promotion competition.

There is no reward for entering the promotion round anyway, so he can save some energy.

The venue for the preliminaries was an abandoned military base.

Ning Zhiyuan used his spiritual consciousness to investigate and found a hidden underground storage room.

Easily avoid others entering the storage room.

Ning Zhiyuan set up a barrier, took out a pack of melon seeds and a bottle of sparkling water from his pocket, and opened the novel he had saved for a week.

The author announced last week that he would eat meat next, rubbing his hands in anticipation with a perverted lsp smile.

Each participant is issued a button, which they can choose to wear anywhere on the body surface.

If someone else presses the button or you accidentally press the button, you will be eliminated.

The miniature camera on the surface of the button will broadcast the situation of each participant in real time, and all the images will be concentrated on a huge electronic screen.

The reporter stood in front of the electronic screen and talked with a microphone.

"Everyone can see that this year's competition is still very fierce. According to the information just received, the positions of more than 300 people have not changed for a long time. How many Gou Kings will be born this year? Let's wait and see!"

The reporter casually clicked on a small video to enlarge it: "We randomly select a beggar to see what he is doing at the moment."

"He is watching leisurely..."

Ning Zhiyuan's button was pinned to his chest, facing his novel interface.

I took a quick look at it and found it on a certain literary website: [Koukoukoukoukou, then, he mouthed, mouth, mouth, mouth…]

The reporter was stunned for two seconds and quickly zoomed out of the video. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and laughed dryly: "Let's see what others are doing."

Backstage technicians moved the live broadcast of Ning Zhiyuan's video behind the reporter.

This caused people squatting in the live broadcast room to curse.

[Why are you cutting so fast? I still want to see what the next page says! 】

[It’s so stupid. I blocked the video directly. I couldn’t even see it when I zoomed in partially. 】

The video, which lasted less than three seconds, was intercepted and posted online, and everyone's curiosity about contestant No. 222 reached its peak.

Everyone speculated whether he would be able to advance to the promotion round.

Some people also accused him of disrespecting the game.

Someone with good intentions found Ning Zhiyuan's personal information on the league website through his player number.

【Is this a guide? ! 】

[It’s really a guide. I read it several times and it is indeed a guide! 】

[You must be sick, what is the guide doing here instead of joining the guide group but instead coming to the sentinel group? 】

[What else to do, of course, is to "do things" with the sentry. The photo looks very innocent, but secretly he must be a slut! 】

[The rumor man upstairs has completed the appraisal. He started making pornographic rumors without knowing anything, so he reported it. 】

The newly appointed chairman of the organizing committee had anticipated this situation and issued an announcement before the online dispute intensified.

The announcement pointed out that the league has never stipulated that cross-group participation is prohibited, and the organizing committee supports and respects everyone's choice.

Hou Zhi had always been resentful about being kicked out of the organizing committee. He had early approached the sailors to make a fuss about the identity of guide Ning Zhiyuan and the rules of the competition. The masses had long accepted that guides could only participate in the guide group competition.

As a result, the organizing committee refuted the rumors so quickly, before he had time to build momentum.

"Hmph, I won't let it go like this! What good intentions can the guide have in setting up a pile of sentries? I will definitely catch you!"

"You can't even think about getting better after you've hurt me so badly!"

["I really want to live a good life with you, don't leave!" He didn't even bother to put on his shoes, and hurriedly jumped out of bed to chase the person. 】

"We've just been doing this for three days and three nights. Why do we have to break it up after just a few words?"

After catching up on updates, Ning Zhiyuan gathered the vomited melon seed shells into a pile and wrapped them in a piece of paper.

There are so few novels these days that are full of meat and have good plots. They are boring.

He stretched out and looked outside to see what was going on.

Saw two acquaintances.

Yao Zhou and Zhou Ding.

Zhou Ding paid careful attention to his surroundings, while Yao Zhou's eyes glanced at the buttons on Zhou Ding's waist from time to time.

Obviously, Zhou Ding regarded Yao Zhou as one of his own, and Yao Zhou regarded Zhou Ding as his enemy.

Ning Zhiyuan had no desire to help others, so he took out a handful of melon seeds again and started watching the show.

A sentry came from directly in front of the two of them, and Zhou Ding looked at him warily.

Yao Zhou secretly stretched out his hand...

[Yao Zhou is eliminated. 】

The system sounds and the play ends.

Ning Zhiyuan remembered that Zhou Ding was on Yu Weining's list of six people, and he couldn't be careless about Yu Weining's bonus.

Yao Zhou stared at Zhou Ding angrily: "You must have done it!"

Zhou Ding looked puzzled: "It's none of my business. You accidentally blew yourself up."

The sentry on the opposite side saw clearly: "He just wanted to touch you."

Zhou Ding was shocked and took several steps back to distance himself from Yao Zhou: "Are you still a human being? I saved you just now!"

Yao Zhou looked gloomy and was taken away from the venue directly by the staff.

The sentry glanced at Zhou Ding and turned to leave. He guessed that someone was secretly helping Zhou Ding and there was no need to sacrifice this person's head.

Zhou Ding was still sulking where he was.

WTF! He must teach Yao Zhou a lesson after the preliminaries!

Ning Zhiyuan couldn't help but have some doubts. Can Zhou Ding's IQ really advance into the top twenty?

There was movement outside the storage room. Ning Zhiyuan paused for a moment before continuing to click.

The moment the door was opened, a surge of spiritual power poured in.

Ning Zhiyuan refused to give in, spitting out the melon seed peels and flying towards the sentry outside the door.

The spiritual power dissipated before he even got close.

The sentry's cheeks and sides of his neck were scratched by melon seed peels. He looked at the old god in the room with surprise and uncertainty——

Why is there a guide here?

Ning Zhiyuan raised his chin: "Continue."

The sentry took a step back warily. This guide might just be a cover, and there must be someone else inside.

He released his mental attack to delay time and at the same time turned around and ran out quickly.

Ning Zhiyuan:?

His consciousness followed the sentry all the way.

I just heard the sentry pat his chest after running away and said with pride: "You want to use a guide to lure me deeper, I look like such a stupid person? What a joke!"

Ning Zhiyuan: ... Be more confident and remove the image. You will be a joke.

The sentry hit the button when he patted his chest. Immediately after the system sounded an elimination sound, the sentry was taken away from the venue by the staff.

"Is the Sentinel the physique that most trade IQ for?"

He closed the door of the storage room again. He had just looked at the non-vegetarian ones, and then looked at the plain cookies for a change.

After reading only two chapters, Ning Zhiyuan raised his eyes and looked towards the door.

He smelled the scent of a wraith.