lead soil control trumpeter

Chapter 562 Leading the War?

Seeing that there were only three Suzaku members left on the leaderboard, Han Feng looked calm.

He looked at the other bigwigs on the leaderboard with some eyes.

"The boss of the future SSS class [Jian Lai] - KAC"

"The No. [-] God in the previous life, the "Cannon of the World" -- Pao Pao"

"Leader of the four ceiling groups [Vitality Group] in the vertical and horizontal era - Laozhu"

"Fission Era Wangmeng [Canglong] behind-the-scenes gold master - farmer"

"The big money maker behind the scenes - Boss Guan"

"Future SSS [Love Group] Fund Master - Sangdong"

"A super hero with six full red numbers—Pangpanglong"

……

Dongping!

black and white!

Fans!
Seven babies!

……

With a series of familiar and unfamiliar IDs, Han Feng's eyes gradually narrowed.

At this moment, he finally knew how "golden" the invitational match in his previous life was!
Behind the simple ID almost all represent the speakers of the top forces in the future.

One of the four gold masters of the Super League [small print]!

One of the principals of 【Shengtian】of Wangmeng League in the future era!

……

The light curtain slides slowly with the control of consciousness, and when he knows that the leaderboard has slipped to No. [-], Han Feng's eyes froze for an instant!
Finally, I found the man!

Wendudu!
Head of the championship team for two consecutive invitational tournaments.

In other words, this guy will be the final winner of this invitational tournament.

At least the experience of the previous life told Han Feng that this was indeed the case.

But now who knows, this guy who is currently ranked 50th can win in this battle of heroes.

"Spotting eyes! Open!"

Without much hesitation, Han Feng locked [Wen Dudu]'s ID and opened the full image search.

He wants to see where this guy is now.

Before long, the system will give an accurate coordinate.

in consciousness space

Several huge simulated sand tables suspended in the void, among them, the three-dimensional holographic projection representing YOO1's invitational tournament theater gradually grew larger from its original fist-sized appearance, and spread out!

Finally, like a huge flat table, it was completely unfolded in front of Han Feng.

The only red mark on the projection plane easily caught Han Feng's attention.

Liangzhou!

so far!

This was Han Feng's first feeling.

Compared with the Suzaku regiment that landed in Yangzhou, Liangzhou is simply the other side of the map. At least from this point of view, Wen Dudu did not pose any danger to the Suzaku regiment in the early stage.

The projection quickly moved horizontally, and Han Feng could clearly observe everything around [Wen Dudu] in an instant.

"It seems that there is no place to fight."

"Otherwise, the ranking will be at least a few dozen more!"

Han Feng looked around Wen Dudu's surroundings, frowned, and found something strange.

"Why is he surrounded by their group..."

The camera rises slowly as if riding an elevator, with the main city of Wendudu as the center, the field of view in the light screen expands at a speed visible to the naked eye...

In a radius of 20 miles, there is no other [photo group]!
And the geographical location is a fertile soil rich in resources!

The corners of Han Feng's eyes twitched slightly, and an inexplicable anger began to surge up.

Depend on!
Cheating!

This is blatant cheating!

The landing place of the whole group is so concentrated, there must be something tricky in it!

Although I have done this before, almost all the members of the maple group gathered together from the moment they landed, so that the members can help each other and cooperate to speed up the land reclamation in the early stage of land reclamation, but all of this is in the system. was accomplished with the help of.

Recalling the eve of the opening of the book, the [Sister Immortal] in the group had issued a similar warning, persuading the head of the group, Lao Qiu, to give up this game and not to pay too much attention to the result of this game. intervention!
If you want to win the final victory, it is not just a few people in the regiment, a dozen people can solve the problem by bursting their livers.

To a certain extent, Lao Qiu has listened to some of these things, but in his opinion, he is just entering the invitational tournament to feel the atmosphere, and he doesn't care about winning or losing. What does it matter if the official intervenes or not?

Of course, it was precisely because of Lao Qiu's attitude of playing around and not caring, that Han Feng felt relieved to let the Suzaku group follow the Misty Rain group into the capital to play.

trance

The World Channel of the Invitational Tournament unknowingly became lively, and the chat messages were refreshed rapidly, which caught Han Feng's attention.

"The little chickens from the Tianxia League have also come to participate in the invitational tournament? It seems that last season didn't hurt you, and it slowed down quite quickly."

"Isn't that right~ Others are supported by bosses like Da Pao, how can they break up? They can't let go~ I don't know how much Da Pao plans to spend this season?"

"It's useless, my big brother Guan Hu will make a move!"

"The boss of the old [-]th district hasn't spoken yet, so the champion is decided? Match?"

"The old twelve is a dick, so he can only show off his power outside. This is not a high-level competition area."

"Yo yo yo, a group of trumpets started to say hello, and I don't know which dog came out to bark!"

……

Before Han Feng finished reading the last message, the chat history was wiped out by the terrifying refreshing speed.

what's the situation?
trash talk session,
Han Feng looked at the group of speakers on the World Channel suspiciously, and then clicked on their personal information one by one, all of them were accounts with 7.8 seasons, and the highest martial arts and the highest influence value in history were not very eye-catching. A kind of salted fish number that is usually thrown into the notebook and hung up.

Han Feng didn't know how these numbers entered the top competition area like the Invitational Tournament. Could it be that this type of competition area can also sign up for a single person?
Putting aside the doubts about the origin of these trumpets, the words of this group of people are also quite strange.

Although there is no label of any alliance or power on him, he just likes to tease some bosses of Shenhao, and even likes to compare two bosses who have nothing to do with each other, and then argue about which boss he supports is better...

Start a war!

Han Feng has already seen the tricks of these trumpets.

Eyes flicker.

They are waiting, waiting for a baited fish.

This approach is actually disgusting, but if one of the bosses being ridiculed comes out to answer, they will be ruthlessly dragged into the scolding battle and humiliated.

Sure enough, when Han Feng pulled down the chat channel, he saw that a player from Tianxia League was targeted.

"Who the hell, don't use all your wealth to compare with Pao's pocket money, you will get hurt!"

"Here it comes! Now I'm starting to recognize my father! I don't want my own father anymore?"

"Acknowledge your father, I'll bah."

"How much did your father give you to call you father, I will give you double!"

……

Under the savage bombardment by the trumpets who hurt his family, this little angry youth from the Tianxia regiment quickly broke his defense, and the scolding war began to escalate.

The trumpets were laughing and laughing, and from time to time there were a few words that raised Guan Hu's boss, which instantly made the little cynic, and even Boss Guan scolded him.

It's okay if you don't scold, but once you scold, something big happens.

The trumpets didn't think it was a big deal, for fear that the words of the young cynics would be wiped out by the turbulent chat messages, several accounts kept using the method of "quoting" to repeatedly appear in the latest news of the conspicuous World Channel.

Finally, when the Guan Tuan players appeared, Han Feng had no intention of watching.

Because he saw a few words about Suzaku in the latest scolding battle...

Han Feng's gaze, which was somewhat lazy a moment ago, gradually became sharper.

"Made, are you messing with me?"

(End of this chapter)