Chapter 1651: Beat to cry. (1)

  Chapter 1651 Beating to cry. (1)
   Isn’t this just entering the purgatory mode in advance?
  Mao Mao Xiong is about to cry, try to resist: "Fatty, we are such a mage, it is very difficult to beat an assassin."
  Zhao Sanpang laughed and pushed Mo Bei forward: "It doesn't matter, she is all-powerful with small facial paralysis."
   "I don't have facial paralysis." Mo Bei's voice quality is as usual. At this time, she is still thinking about how to single row the diamond game.
  Adolf, who was drawn first to play over there, was really desperate.
  To tell the truth, he was in China and never held meetings like this.
  After the order of appearance was decided, everyone sat in front of their computer.
Zhao Sanpang watched them put on the headphones, and his voice came: "Because the competition system this time is different from the past, if you want to qualify for the team, you will have to have a personal melee. At that time, it will be based on your personal combat points. Ranking to determine whether you are eligible to participate."
  Speaking, Zhao Sanpang looked at the thin little demon.
  The little person presses the button in his hand.
  Eleven computers in the training room, including a large screen hanging overhead, are synchronized to one screen at the same time.
"Before you enter the game, let me talk about the rules of this time. The individual battle points ranking competition will be divided into ten divisions to fight. The battle map is undecided and the opponents are unknown. The only thing I know is that it will be in the H server, Z server, In the international service, randomly select the map, and then put the players into it to fight the melee. In other words, your temporary teammates will be passers-by."
  The map screen is zoomed in.
  Zhao Sanpang circled the key points.
   "The novice zone, the great zone, the two zones have completely different play styles."
  "Different map choices will result in different combat methods."
   "The rules are very clear. Professional players must lead their team to the end. This is not a one-person battle. After the team wins, it will be ranked according to the number of individual blocks."
   "So collaboration skills and leadership skills are both important."
   "Today, I need you to focus on consciously developing yourself."
  Speaking, Zhao Sanpang tilted his head: "King, is there any problem?"
   "No." Feng Nai put down the dark broken hair around the earphones, and what he could see was the beautiful curve of his jaw.
  Zhao Sanpang looked at Mao Maoxiong: "What about you?"
"Can."
"I can."
  If it doesn’t work, it’s okay.
  Zhao Sanpang raised his eyebrows: "What are you waiting for, let's start."
  唰!
  Seven or eight computers, enter the game at the same time.
  Except for Adolf and Mo Bei, everyone else played in qualifying.
  Adolf opened the wheat: "God bey, I won't be afraid of you!"
  No matter what, you must shout out the aura of professional players!
  What's more, after experiencing the green tea of ​​old K, he can face everything!
  Facts have proved that Adolf is still young!
  In half a minute, he sent his first drop of blood.
  This is not the most hateful. The most hateful thing is that the person on the other side also opened the microphone, with a light voice: "You did a good move just now. What is the principle?"
Seeing that Mo Bei was so humble and complimented him, Adolf immediately got excited: "It's nothing, it's just that there is a cautious machine in it, production and skill cooling... Then... the last time you hack, the opponent will definitely faint. I can also regain blood."
  Adolf spoke for a long time, but when there was no response from the earphone, he asked, "God bey, did you hear that?"
   "I heard it." Mo Bei said seriously.
  Adolf has a sense of accomplishment: "I didn’t expect that one day I could teach Bey God to play games. This trick is really amazing. Bey God waits for us to finish training, I will teach and teach..."
  (End of this chapter)