"Xiaoyao, are you very familiar with this girl?"

On the bank of the Haihe River, Haitian and Yise were also shocked by Song Yang's powerful skills and asked Li Xiaoyao with ill intentions.

"I'm familiar, she's my aunt's daughter!"

Li Xiaoyao said truthfully.

"Dear cousin? Let her come to our team!" Haitian and his face showed an ugly face.

"I'm afraid it's not easy to deal with..."

Li Xiaoyao grabbed his head and said, "She is not the kind of person who listens to everyone's words, and there is already a team, so it's not good to poach people..."

Speaking of this, Li Xiaoyao did not forget to take a look at Wang Yuan in the stadium.

"Isn't such a good seedling waste in the hands of those rabble!" Haitian said excitedly: "Come to our team, the salary can be negotiated."

"Ha ha!"

Li Xiaoyao smiled and said, "She is not short of money."

Speaking of this, Li Xiaoyao's always gentle smile suddenly became serious and said, "And that's right, boss, don't underestimate those mobs."

"It's just a mob! It's just those tricks of witchcraft. We are not the saints without boundaries, so how could we be deceived for the second time!"

Haitian is quite dissatisfied with Li Xiaoyao's words.

Li Xiaoyao is naturally not the kind of temper who likes to argue with others. He smiles slightly and stops answering.

The white crane shined its wings and took two cities in a row, and there was only one last place left for the mob. There were still two people in Wansheng Wujie, including the white crane shining its wings.

"Who will the last game of the rabble?"

The audience was quite looking forward to the last one in the mob.

To be honest, as an ordinary player, he can not make too many points with the legendary strong team in two consecutive games, and the mob is quite strong.

Moreover, these guys are full of tricks. Although they are incomparable to professional masters in terms of cultivation, they can always win by surprise, making professional masters unable to withstand in various unexpected postures.

Everyone really wanted to see what other skills did these guys not come up with.

"Blessed by Allah, Wuliang Tianzun, Amen! I can withstand the next game!"

Mario clasped his hands together, muttering like a fly.

"Who are you worshiping?" asked Gu Mo Ting strangely.

"Don't bother, there's always something that works!" Mario's words are always so philosophical, making the cup silent and too lazy to pay attention to this silly.

At this moment, the fifth person on the mob was teleported to the field.

The light dissipated, and a tall and burly figure appeared in front of everyone. The man on the stage smiled wickedly, tall and fat, with a bare big head, making people unable to help but punch him even when they saw it.

"Old cow!!"

Seeing the people on the stage, Mario proudly said to Mo Ting, "Look, I just said there is always one that works."

"Is this possible?" The silly child was stunned by the fright.

"It's him..."

When the audience saw that the last one to play was Wang Yuan, his face was very complicated.

Everyone has seen the last game and has witnessed Wang Yuan’s unique skills. This monk’s six senses are unclean and swallows the poisonous snake gallbladder. When he thinks about it, everyone is still a little nauseous.

The white crane has no poisonous insects when it shines its wings. Could it be that this monk wants to perform a big sword swallowing alive? The juggling of the world is too uninnovative.

"Well... I gave up!"

Baihe radiated his wings and glanced at Wang Yuan opposite him, pondered for a moment, and then casually called to surrender.

“???”

“!!!”

Seeing the white crane shining its wings and abstaining from power, the audience was stunned and full of confusion.

Everyone has seen the strength that the white crane shining its wings show just now. Why do they surrender in such a rare martial arts world? What is the white crane shining its wings thinking?

"Haha! I know!"

Wang Yuan was not out of the way for the white crane to abstain from the wings.

In the eyes of the audience, Wang Yuan is just a disgusting monk. At best, he is more poisonous and resistant to high levels. This is not a special feature for Shaolin players who are the master of the mind and the master of concentration.

But others don’t know Wang Yuan’s strength, and the white crane’s wings are still well aware of it.

The two have fought several times. Although Baihe Liang did not do his best, Baihe Liang also knew in his heart how terrifying Wang Yuan was, at least he could not beat him alone.

Besides, when Baihe Liang went on the field to fight Song Yang, he had exhausted all his strength. Now his internal strength has not been replenished. If he encounters other people in a mob, Baihe Liang could fight, but when he encounters Wang Yuan, he doesn't have to fight at all.

After all, in its heyday, the white crane was not sure about radiating its wings, let alone at this time.

Besides, Baihe Liang is a person who likes to hide one's hands and reveals his skills. He will not fight hard with others easily. It is normal to surrender in this case.

After all, if you surrender yourself, players at most think that Baihe shined his wings and injured his vitality in the last game. This surrender is reasonable. If Wang Yuan defeated him, it would be a real record.

"In the next game, no matter who it is, it's better not to fight with that monk!"

Bai He's first sentence after the wings broke out was to warn everyone inside: "I'm not sure about this monk, you can beat him. If you go up and fight him, you can only let him find our flaws!"

"Is that monk so strong?"

Wansheng Wujiang people were a little surprised when they heard this. In their hearts, the strength of the White Crane's wings is basically the ceiling of the current players. How could there be someone in this world who is stronger than the White Crane's wings?

"Yes!"

Dao Wuxiu said firmly: "My seven-stringed invisible sword will not work for him at all!"

"My ancient tomb scorpion snake..." Butian was even more in tears.

"Then I'll just give up the last game?" Jian Han proposed.

"Good idea!"

The white crane shined its wings and rarely agreed with Jian Han’s idea of ​​the northwest.

Just when everyone was paying attention to who was the last contestant of Halloween Wuwang, a prompt suddenly came from the system.

System prompt: Halloween Wuwang gave up the game, and the rascal team won 6-4 in this game.

"Oh?"

This time, not only the audience, but Wang Yuan was also a little confused. He thought that the white crane would only give up on his wings, but he didn't expect that this guy was quite courageous and gave up the last two games directly.

Facing one of everyone, Baihe shined his wings and said calmly: "As we all know, we, Wansheng Wujiang, are the top domestic teams, and have always paid attention to fair competition. The Mouse Team gave up the last game in the first game. How could we, Wansheng Wujiang, take advantage of this? We specially gave up the last game. Everyone is a reciprocity!"

After all, he is an old fox who has been through the battlefield for a long time. He can say that he admits a conscience so well. Baihe's winged skin is not much worse than Wang Yuan.

However, the audience is quite good at this. After hearing Baihe's explanation of wings, everyone said that Wansheng Wujiang is worthy of being the top team in the national server. Such a noble character is worthy of being respected.

"Tsk tsk tsk!"

Wang Yuan sighed and said with emotion: "I have to say that I admire the guy Baihe Liangying very much. He should come to our mob to develop!"
Chapter completed!