Hero Jianghu [League of Legends]

Soon, Jipai knew that the opponent they faced in the final was the Vannao Sect from Yiyou Kingdom. The closer the competition was, the more excited they were.

The head of Jin pointed out sharply that Fannaojiao had wiped out their spirit twice in the group stage, and also won the game in three rounds with Guodianmen. It's not a simple opponent. If you underestimate the enemy and don't respect the opponent, it is not impossible to capsize in the gutter.

Now that we have reached this point, no one will give up easily.As soon as they arrived in Incheon, everyone made intensive preparations, studied opponents, adjusted tactics, and relaxed their minds.

The final came as scheduled, and the Incheon Arena was full of people. The spectators were enthusiastic and cheered.

After the grand opening ceremony, ten disciples came to the arena to prepare.

After Jin's head finished the banning part, Song Yijin said happily, "Here we come! It's really here."

"Here we come." Gao Zhenning was also in a good mood, and said, "No matter what, this is the last match."

Song Yijin said: "It's a holiday no matter what."

Full of confidence, Yu Wenbo tilted his mouth and said coolly: "It's fine to have a holiday if you win, and it's even more exciting to have a holiday if you win."

Hearing this, Song Yijin panicked a little, and hurriedly said, "Hey, don't be inflated, don't be inflated. The old rules, let's just pretend we lost."

Wang Liuyi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said, "Don't, don't, it's very dangerous for you to have such thoughts."

"This, it's more relaxing this way." Song Yijin thought naively.

Wang Liuyi couldn't stop laughing, and poked his little Jiujiu: "Actually, you won't be so nervous about winning. Don't be nervous."

With the sound of gongs and drums, both sides entered the arena.

In the first game, Yu Wenbo and Song Yijin's weapons were carefully selected by the head of Jin. After a few days of hard training, they were quite fruitful. They matched each other and rushed to the opponent's entrance. After Song Yijin captured one person, Yu Wenbo took four "life" in a row.

In the first round, Fanao was defeated.

Ou Cheng, a handsome young man from Yiyou Country, seemed to be slapped in the face by someone, and he froze on the spot, unable to recover. His look of loss made the female spectators feel distressed.

In the second game, the momentum of the Ji faction was high, and the bravery of the people made the Vannao Cult even more overwhelmed.

After a double blast, Yu Wenbo yelled loudly: "I——— handsome, King Ning,——one dead body and two lives!"

Gao Zhenning said cheerfully, "King Ning, why can't you play?"

"King Ning is invincible."

The wild area caught a good opportunity, Wang Liuyi said flatly: "Let's kill everyone."

Yu Wenbo died at the entrance of the Fannao Sect. He silently watched the other four brothers demolish the opposite tower. Seeing that he had won, he sighed with emotion at the cause of his death: "He gave me a kidney with his kick, and the kidney kicked out brother."

At the end of the second round, Biamper shut himself up.

Ji Pai took the lead to enter the decisive round, and the blood of the young men was boiling, and their bodies were filled with countless strengths, which were inexhaustible and inexhaustible.During the intermission, the Eighth Prince also came to join in the fun and encouraged the young men.

Before entering the entrance, Yu Wenbo pretended to be mysterious and said to Wang Liuyi: "Climb to the peak, Brother Lan."

This one is destined for him to show off!

In just a quarter of an hour, after pulling and "killing" the opponent several times in succession, the five members of Jipai smelled the breath of victory.

"Stay steady!"

"Champion, hold on."

"Win and win!"

The five of them came to the entrance of the Fannao Cult boldly. Jiang Chenglu was a little over the top. Seeing the four brothers standing in unison on the right side pushing the tower, he swaggered to the left side and let him attract the firepower from the opposite side.

Cappus, who was still waiting for the "resurrection" at the entrance, turned his head away, unwilling to witness the scene of the tower being destroyed, and then Ou Cheng joined him.

The sound of victory sounded, and the joy was dazzled. Song Yijin and Gao Zhenning threw down their weapons and hugged each other excitedly. Yu Wenbo turned around and hugged the thin Wang Liuyi fiercely, shaking the enemy who had been together day and night.

Wang Liuyi and Jiang Chenglu were fairly calm, but the smiles on their faces couldn't hide their happiness.

Outside the arena, waiting for them was the head of Jin, the head of Xiangyuan, and the eighth prince who came running with a smile.

The head of Jin stretched out his arms, stretched his big hands, and embraced several beloved disciples in his arms. The Eighth Prince took a closer look, and found that there was a fish that had slipped through the net, and picked up Gao Zhenning who was squatting on the ground. More than ten people surrounded Song Yijin Tight hug.

They embraced passionately and shouted wantonly, releasing the blood and restless hearts of teenagers.

The atmosphere at the scene was fiery and full of voices. The spectators and commentators cheered and cheered, and the celebratory shouts became louder and louder.

Jiang Chenglu was squeezed out for some reason, smiled and hugged the head of Xiangyuan who was standing next to him tenderly, shoulder to shoulder and hugged Li Haocheng who was late.

Song Yijin's mind went blank, the crowd dispersed, and he stood there covering his face and crying.

He is an adult and cannot cry.

But the tears couldn't stop, they kept flowing out.

Jiang Chenglu came over, gently embraced him in his arms, and comforted him intimately. Yu Wenbo, who had calmed down a little, still blushed on his face, and embraced the two of them with what little strength he had as if he had lost his strength.

Ou Cheng, who was standing not far away, had no tears in his blue eyes, but was full of disappointment, reluctance and disappointment, watching his opponents walking towards the trophy that belonged to them.

The golden rain falls from the sky, and this year's champion belongs to the pole.

The author has something to say:

Everything after winning the game actually moved me more than the main game. I couldn’t help but sigh, it’s really beautiful to be young and hard-working~