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The cold wind gradually approached Qian Cang Yi, and he had already considered this when he chose Shilin as the scene.

Originally at Huang Quan's level, he didn't need to do this step at all. As long as he attacked directly from the left as usual, the game was basically over.

However, the current situation is slightly different, so he adopted this approach.

He has seen Huang Quan and the Apostle duel. After all, the Apostle’s opponent seems to him to have her own strength. If she is defeated by Huang Quan, it’s not surprising, because different scenarios have different limitations on the player’s strength. Picking a good scene can usually increase your winning percentage by two levels.

But the problem is that the apostle failed with just one move. Coupled with the recent conjecture about Huang Quan's "cheating", Leng Feng chose a more cautious attack method this time.

A real sneak attack!

At the moment when the money warehouse below turned his head, the cold wind shot.

It's now!

Leng Feng thought, and took a sharp breath at the same time.

"Above." Qian Jiangyue reminded, and at the same time Qian Jiangyue reminded, Qiancang had already made a corresponding counterattack.

At the same time that Leng Feng's figure appeared, a large black sword also appeared in front of him.

how come……

Leng Feng adjusted his posture and tried his best to avoid the opponent's attack.

Under normal circumstances, even if the opponent finds him while he is present, they usually choose to dodge and defend. Very few people choose to fight recklessly. The reason is simple, because in this case, the damage caused by the cold wind is much higher.

It’s just that this time it’s completely different. The opponent didn’t respond hastily, but... he already knew where he was. Therefore, the timing of Leng Feng’s attack this time was completely within the opponent’s expectations, plus the difference in the length of the weapons between the two sides. So the person who chooses to dodge and defend is himself.

Leng Feng stretched the dagger in front of him, blocking the cutting of the black big sword.

The sound of the hand-over of the swords came into the ears of the two at the same time, and Leng Feng flew out and fell to the ground.

"Is this wrong?" Quickly stunned, "Why would Huang Quan find that even if he thought of it in advance, he couldn't make such a reaction, at most he chose to avoid..."

In fact, there is nothing wrong with the idea of ​​Kuaizui. It is difficult for ordinary people to react even if they find it, but... what if it is not an ordinary person?

The spectators outside the arena also chose to be silent. As Qiancang stepped out to pursue them, they began to whisper, and all kinds of thoughts came out of these spectators, like a storm of thinking.

And when Qian Cangyi used the basic moves of the big sword to make Leng Feng fall from the left to the right, the audience in the audience basically guessed that Huang Quan was cheating.

"Don't give him a chance to enter the stealth state again." Qian Jiangyue said.

At this time, in the face of Huang Quan's constant offensive cold wind, cold sweat was shed on his forehead.

All the movements seem to have been completely guessed...how is it possible, can he still predict whether my actions will be successful? Or is it really cheating?

At this moment, the cold wind that was distracted by thinking about ways to escape was knocked out of arms.

Oops!

Another figure appeared on Leng Feng's body. There was no difference in the images of the two. One of them turned to the left and the other turned to the right, and ran away separately.

"Breathe, left." Hawkeye whispered.

Qiancang blinked his eyes, then jumped up, and the big sword in his hand slashed straight toward the cold wind.

Yellow masks appeared on the two of them.

This game is over!

The spectators outside the stadium were silent, followed by a flood of insults, and even some spectators threw trash at the stadium. Of course, these trash was blocked outside the stadium.

"Why did you find me?" Leng Feng stood up, his handsome face full of doubts.

"I'm telling you, didn't you just change it?" Qiancang asked back.

"That's what I said." Leng Feng snorted softly, "However, there may be other reasons."

Of course Qian Cangyi knew what the other party was suggesting, so he began to discuss with the two.

"Do you want to tell him?" Qiancang asked.

"Let's talk about it, it's impossible to change the sound of breathing, and it has no effect on us." Qian Jiangyue said it didn't matter.

"You can ask him to try again, and it just calms the audience's anger." Hawkeye also made his own suggestion.

After the negotiation was made, Qiancangyi clarified the basis for his judgment.

"How could it be!" Leng Feng was full of disbelief.

"If you don't believe it, don't you know if you try again?" Qian Cang smiled contemptuously.

"Try it." Leng Feng frowned.

...

Accompanied by security, Qian Cangyi finally left the stadium safely. After sitting in the car, Qian Cangyi finally put away the umbrella in his hand. The original black umbrella has become colorful at this time, which shows how high Huang Quanla's hatred is in this game.

"Obviously, the official personnel and Leng Feng have proved it for you, why these audiences still don't believe it?" Roland was a little angry.

"It's okay, they will get used to it." Qiancangyi didn't care.

The reason why the audience has such a strong reaction is very simple. First, there is a prior conviction, and the second is too much contrast ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The first point is the battle between Huangquan and the apostle, although the official gave The claim is that there are some problems with the connector, but most of the audience does not buy it; the second point is that there is no sign of winning. If Huang Quan is desperate and finally defeated the cold wind, the audience may applaud Huang Quan, or The strength of Huangquan's opponents is gradually improving. With this transition, more audiences can accept the current Huangquan.

When he returned home, Roland had logged into the intercommunication system. As the player's event leader, public opinion was certainly part of his work.

"But then again, curse, curse, your fans will rise quickly, and you will soon break through 50,000." Roland rubbed his hands and looked very excited, "Grow at this rate, hehehe..."

At this time, Roland's conch suddenly made a slight vibration.

"What's the matter?" Roland said in a bad tone, "I don't have the kind of relationship you said. Miluo won by relying on his own strength. I ask you, if I have the kind of relationship you said, why should I do this? You have to be exhausted even if you are exhausted."

"Don’t ask, there’s really no such thing as you think. Rather than being tempted in this aspect, you might as well strengthen your own strength. Last time I helped you find a 20 class-hour improvement class, you actually only went to it. Twenty minutes, anyway, I won’t do this kind of thing again, I am embarrassed to refund the money.

"Don't tell me, I still have something to do, so get ready for your next game!" Roland put the conch on the table.

"By the way, Roland, I want to ask you something." Qiancang sat on the sofa, holding a glass of drink in his hand.

"What's the matter?" Roland's attention was still on communication.

"Recently, has there been any strange things happening in China?" Qiancang pondered the wording.