League of Legends Krypton Gold Monster

"So... now let's assign positions and discuss tactics? After all, it is possible that Brother Monkey will be banned."

Yang Chaoyuan suddenly seemed very excited, as if she was playing a game.

It made Ye Bufan and they were very embarrassed...

Let Yang Chaoyuan assign positions and tactics to them...

What if you learn her unique skills, pay tribute to Wei Shen?

"Ha ha."

"Farewell?"

"No, I must give you a good help today. I trusted you very much before and spent time on other teams, but they all eliminated. Now you are the only one left under my hands. , You guys don't weed out anymore.

After listening to Yang Chaoyuan's words, Ye Bufan and the others looked at each other, and they felt entangled and not knowing where to start...

...

In addition to good luck, the other five independent teams are also experiencing the same thing.

The Sao Zhu and the nose team are okay. How they say they are genuine professional players. Before they were alive, oh no, during their service, they were also regarded as world-class. Their tactics and experience are still worth learning.

But celebrity summoners like Yang Chaoyuan, Jay Chou, Chen Chichi, once the soul of the king broke out in the body, and they have to talk about things they don't understand from the perspective of laymen, then the scene is very embarrassing...

After Yang Chaoyuan's overall command was over, it was noon, but the sky was not sunny in summer, but thunderstorms that were very common recently.

Thunder rumbling, night rain and gust of wind.

Summer thunderstorms come fiercely and go quickly.

It's like an accident, always coming unexpectedly.

Ye Bufan and Wu Longfei stood side by side in the stadium, looking up at the sky.

Even though they have already discussed the tactics, they are still a bit nervous. After all, even the BAN player's system has appeared, and they have just entered the top six. God knows what tricks will come out in the future.

Players who do not leak anymore are afraid of being pressed on the bench.

This is really the best method for a player.

"How about it, are you really sure?" Ye Bufan asked.

"We've discussed our tactics. Are you afraid that I will pit you?" Wu Longfei's slightly simple face, with a calm smile.

"I'm just afraid that I will be eliminated..."

"Don't worry." Wu Longfei looked at the thunder and rain outside the transparent glass: "In fact, you don't have to worry at all. If we really lose, your popularity will definitely be returned. The program team thinks very thoroughly."

"They **** you, but don't worry that you will be eliminated."

"All they want is the uncontrollable outcome of the show."

"It's just that I may not be so lucky. This show is probably my only chance. I will never give up."

Strictly speaking, Wu Longfei was nineteen years old.

He has only played a few times as a substitute in the professional arena, and he is farther and farther away from his dream.

It’s fine if Wu Longfei is really just a general, but his ability is not lost to any top laner, even if it is Ma Run, who was called "the alliance's top laner ceiling" back then, even if he "smashes the sky" now. Teacher of the sun!

This kind of helplessness and unwillingness with talent is a kind of complete torture for talented people.

No one's strength can peak forever.

It is the greatest tragedy of a genius to not be able to shine at the peak years.

And Wu Longfei felt that he was lucky, he at least got a chance like the Alliance Conference.

...

Seeing Wu Longfei's face getting calmer and calmer and his eyes firmer and firmer, Ye Bufan couldn't help but feel relieved.

Ye Bufan is a great expert in League of Legends.

He could feel it, he didn't see the wrong person.

"Little time! Little head!"

"Big time! Your head!"

"Little time! Big head!"

"Big time! Little head!"

"MD, you guys charge, you will win directly after a wave!"

"Why don't the advantage go up and do it!!! LCK fake greyhound racing!"

...

In an LCK game, many bullet screens are madly predicting and clamoring. They are no longer rationally analyzing. They just want to see the results in their minds.

"Don't lose so fast, please, hold on, don't fight."

"Haha! It was right to fight like this a long time ago!"

"This wave of Shabi team has stalled!"

"That's it, keep going, you are the best!"

"It's a miserable defeat, right? I'm overwhelmed!"

"Hahaha, the Shabi team has dragged on for another wave, Shabi Shabi is number one in the world!"

"Hey? That's not right..."

"Oh! Why did you get back the shabi? You TMD lose to Lao Tzu!"

"Damn! The Shabi team actually won?? I, I lost it all..."

...

A person with no name and no surname frantically complained in the barrage.

He frantically cheered for the team's persistence against the wind, but he cursed for the team's miraculous comeback.

the reason is simple.

What he suppressed was that this team would lose.

But not too early.

He didn't lose too early, he guessed right; but he didn't lose, he couldn't think of it.

With this hand he pressed 9,000 yuan, which is basically equivalent to two months' salary.

Bad pen lose, big time, small head, odds.

In other words, if this team can hold on to lose after 35 minutes, he can win and 9000 can become 29430. Now the conditions are basically met, as long as the Shabi team loses.

But Shabi won...

It's all gone...

"It's not easy to lose!"

"Can you lose?"

"It's so bad, who wants to see you win?!"

"I'm rare to see you guys come back! It's a shameful thing!"

...

He vented his anger frantically through barrage, and through the screen, thousands of people could see what is called hysteria and what is called morbid madness.

If a member of the Shabi team is in front of him, I'm afraid he will take a knife and chop people.

There are many people like this.

Won with a smile.

Lost beats and kicks.

They are not watching the game anymore, do not enjoy the fun of the game at all, let alone accept the fact that victory or defeat is commonplace in soldiers, they are just red eyes for their own interests.

It's just gambling.

"The LCK handicap is gone. Hey, I made 8,000 after scoring two thousand. Brothers, who else has another handicap?"

"The LPL will have to wait three days, but these two days are gone."

"What do I play without a handicap?"

"Lol’s gone, let’s do DOTA2."

"DOTA2 I don't understand~www.ltnovel.com~ I pressed a handful of old godfather last time, and the pants I almost lost were gone."

"Recently, the popular lol variety show, I heard that it has opened a handicap, do you dare to go for a while?"

"Oh, ah, I see that many little brothers around me are watching it. It's quite interesting. There is also a handicap in an entertainment show?"

"Don't you know if you look at it?"

In the e-sports arena, Ye Bufan is sitting on his usual plane, practicing Lilia, the hero's play style and combos in the training mode.

At this time, Shichiyi came back from outside the stadium with a strange look.

"Why, did you eat out for a meal or something went wrong?" Zhixun joked.

Seventeen hesitated, looking at Ye Bufan and Ji Yuran, and then at Zhixun and Wu Longfei, they seemed to stop talking.

"What's wrong? Nothing really happened, right?" Ye Bufan put down his training and turned to look at Seventeen.

Take out the phone, turn the screen upside down, and face the page displayed on the phone to Ye Bufan...