The First Strong Control In History

How many people listened to Zhang Xiner's words.

Confidence is definitely not something that can be obtained just by slapping the head. Zhang Xiner's self-confidence all comes from her formidable strength.

A pseudo-fourth-order awakener.

This is among a group of players whose strongest players are only third-order awakeners, so they really can hammer whoever they want.

To put it bluntly, apart from them, there is really no other team that is qualified to take the first place.

Just one word - stable!

Walking to the arena, under the watchful eyes of thousands of spectators, Yuan Bei's heart gradually became hot.

Standing on the big arena feels completely different from the small arena. Just standing on the big arena in the center is like stepping into the battlefield.

It seems that there is less playfulness and child's play, and more solemnity and solemnity.

Yuan Bei's complexion gradually became serious.

The three teams stood in a triangle shape, a total of fifteen people, with all kinds of expressions on their faces, which can be regarded as a look of life.

However, by coincidence, the eyes of the other two teams were all focused on Yuan Bei and five people, some of them were eager to try, and some of them were thinking.

In the previous battle, the rain of fire and the erupting pillar of fire left a very deep impression on everyone. It can be said that that match was the most fierce scene in the past three days.

In particular, Yan Huohuo's ability to handle one against five with ease is shocking, let alone Zhao Shiying, a shooter who has shown his own violent output before.

I don't know when the first team has become like a big devil in this qualifier. What makes many people puzzled is that this team doesn't know where it came from.

The other few people are also a little famous in Hushi for being able to come here.

But these people seemed to appear out of nowhere, they were too bald.

However, Yuan Bei and the others are all used to it, turning a blind eye to these gazes, pretending they didn't see them.

As the referee read out the next rules, Yuan Bei also gradually understood the rules of this out of the round.

The organizer finally retracted the set of remarks that luck is also a part of strength. Of course, being able to get here, more or less, has something to do with luck.

It's just that until now, the competition is still hard power.

The breakout match is similar to a points battle. Three teams compete with each other. The winner gets one point, and the loser gets neither extra nor deducted points. There are three games in total.

To put it bluntly, as long as we win two games in a row, we are the champions?

The rules of the game were described in a muddle, and Yuan Bei made several detours before he got out, mumbling speechlessly.

you could put it that way.

The referee heard it, glanced at Yuan Bei, and said in a deep voice.

Of course, only the players of the third team could hear these words. As for the audience on the field, Su Wen would explain.

The next step is to decide who comes first.

The organizers still adopted the most primitive method - lottery

This time, there was no requirement that the captain must go up to draw lots. Maybe it was because of luck just now, so Zhang Xiner asked Yuan Bei to go forward to draw lots.

Yuan Bei didn't take it seriously either.

My luck, if I still have a bye, I will eat the lottery box!

After all, there is a younger brother of Ou Shen, and his luck may have been used to become his elder brother. Yuan Bei knew very well about the matter of the non-chief.

Going forward, Jiang Zhengbo, a man with the appearance of a noble son, finally found a chance to talk to Yuan Bei, and he didn't care about drawing the lottery. With a serious expression on his face, he said confidently:

Yuan Bei, I have already found your weakness. The first place this time will definitely be our Black Night Squad!

Yuan Bei took a look at him, and casually took out a folded piece of paper from the lottery box, opened it, and as expected, it was a huge battle!

This character was written with a brush, with silver hooks and horns, dancing like dragons and phoenixes. It seemed that there was a solemn feeling of two people facing each other.

The good-looking Yuan Bei didn't even know the word war.

This victory will only belong to our Night Squad. Jiang Zhengbo opened the paper in his hand while speaking.

Yuan Bei turned his head to look at the lottery in Jiang Zhengbo's hand, it was a blank piece of paper.

Tsk.

Yuan Bei sighed, You are so lucky, how could you be my opponent?

Jiang Zhengbo:? ? ?

Is there any connection between these two?

Come on, it's good to fight for the second place.

Jiang Zhengbo just wanted to open his mouth to say something, but Yuan Bei didn't give him any chance at all, patted him on the shoulder, turned his head and walked towards his team.

First...it's so lonely!

Let us bear this overwhelming loneliness!

...

After the lottery is over, their opponents are clearly visible, the Sledgehammer Squad!

And their team, worthy of attention, is only that one person.

Zhang Hammer, who held a wooden hammer, carried his teammates all the way to the final.

But it's a pity that this master who lifts four at one time is likely to be carried down in a while. Thinking of this, Yuan Bei couldn't help turning his eyes to the strong man who was nearly two meters tall.

At this time, he was gently stroking the hammer head, and his eyes were also staring at Yuan Bei and the others. Seeing Yuan Bei looking over, his eyes did not change, but gave him a cold look.

Yuan Bei grinned, and bared his white teeth at him.

I hope that when he is carried down autistically for a while, he can think of his kind smile!

After all, this hand of mine [Sinking into a Sleep] was prepared for the thigh of his team...

Zhang Chui naturally didn't know what Yuan Bei was thinking, he was stunned, and didn't know how to react.

The Black Night Squad exited the field, and with Su Wen's commentary, the two teams had already set up their stances and stood in their respective formations.

On the opposite side is Zhang Hammer standing at the front, double shields standing on the flanks, and one shot and one shot standing at the two corners. The distance between them is at least ten meters.

Apparently, the opposite side is not a real wine bag and rice bag, and some research has been done. Such a relatively scattered position can effectively avoid being brought into her Fire Military Training rhythm by Yan Huohuo.

And Yuan Bei returned to normal, 212 lineup, the front is the fierce Zhang Peng and the assassin Zhang Xiner, the middle is the assistant Yuan Bei, and the back is Huo Yan Huo Huo and the shooter Zhao Shiying.

The distance between several people is not close, and they are all in their own comfortable output environment.

Indistinctly, the auras of the two sides intermingled, and the source power surged. It seemed that there was a snow-white bear roaring, a wolf king with blue eyes was staring, there were gunfire roaring, and there was a giant wolf. Hammer clank!

The scene became quiet all of a sudden, and even the audience who were shouting before became quiet at this time.

Boom boom boom...

Yuan Bei didn't hear anything, he could only hear his own heartbeat.

In such an environment, Yuan Bei's blood became hot, even a little hot, and a trace of inexplicable momentum rose, and a metal baseball bat loomed indistinctly.

Standing in front of her, Zhang Xiner shuddered in vain, and turned her head to look at Yuan Bei meaningfully.

Yuan Bei seemed to smell something wonderful.

That's the smell of victory.

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