Tsk tsk, if you can't pretend to be tempted, you forcefully stuff people with dog food. The Thunder Sword is indeed vicious enough.

Fortunately, everyone in the Puritan world has become accustomed to this guy's style. The Quanzhen Sect can train with Wang Yu and his wife to adapt to various flavors of dog food under the dog abuse.

Otherwise, just by his words, I wouldn't think about leaving today.

The Thunder Sword left, and the God of Death walked up with his left hand to arch towards Wuji and bowed, "Mr. Wuji, the last time the afterglow became a farewell, is it okay?"

The left hand of the god of death is also a straightforward person. The first time the two sides met, they didn’t say anything good, but they didn’t even open the pot.

Even if there is nothing to say, I can't mention the last time that a group of people from the Pluto Realm became a besiege of Quanzhen Sect in Yuhui. Isn't this an obvious provocation?

Sure enough, when he heard the words of the God of Death's left hand, everyone in the Quanzhen Sect suddenly looked bad, especially Ming Jiandaoxue... This guy died in the hands of the God of Death's left hand, and died so miserably. When the God of Death's left hand raised this, Ming Jiandaoxue felt cold all over.

"It's OK, okay."

However, Wuji smiled and said, "How did you leave later?"

After all, Wuji was still there. At that time, a group of people in the Puritan Realm did not occupy much light in the hands of the Quanzhen Sect, and were blocked at the resurrection point. Wuji smiled and fought back.

"Hahaha!"

The god of death beat the left hand and said, "Forget it, don't mention those unpleasant things."

Immediately afterwards, the god of death looked at Wang Yu with his left hand and said, "I guess this is Brother Tie Niu."

"It's easy to say." Wang Yu nodded.

"I've watched your game!" The god of death sighed sincerely: "I'm sorry I didn't meet you in Yuhui last time."

"Each of each other!" Wang Yu smiled faintly: "But you should feel lucky."

“???”

Hearing Wang Yu's words, Death's left hand couldn't help but be stunned. He felt lucky. Death's left hand played games for so long and had never seen such a rampant guy.

Of course, I didn’t know the left hand of the god of death, and Wang Yu’s words were also from the bottom of his heart.

After reacting, the god of death looked at Wang Yu with his left hand and said with a smell of gunpowder: "You are very confident."

"On average," Wang Yu said modestly: "I just haven't lost since the fight."

"I……"

Everyone in the Puritan world was confused.

I thought to myself that this guy really climbed up with a pole. The place in Temao is in a professional league, and there are many experts. It is crazy to say that he has never lost in a fight.

"See you during the game!" The god of death's left hand arched at Wang Yu again, and turned around and left with his subordinates.

After watching the left hand of the God of Death leave, the people in the Quanzhen Sect stared at Wang Yu in amazement and said, "Brother Niu, I used to think you were a low-key person, but I didn't expect you to be so stylish when you pretended to be so handsome."

"Pretending?" Wang Yu smiled and said, "It doesn't exist. What I'm talking about is the fact... Don't you know this?"

Everyone: "..."

Well, this is purely addicted to pretending to be a B.

Tomorrow is the 8-to-4 game, and the remaining teams are all first-class teams in China. The opponents are getting stronger and stronger, and the players of the competition are becoming more and more nervous. Especially the Tianlong team, after experiencing so many hardships, they have to be careful every step they take.

This is true for professional experts, so there is no need to say much about this group of amateur players in Quanzhen Sect.

After the competition, the guys who had been in the first place did not go out to play, but stayed in a hotel to study their opponents.

There is no way, there is still a certain gap between Quanzhen Sect and real masters. With Wang Yu and the other two, it is not as easy as expected to win the game.

In the first battle, even if Wang Yu and the other three were all on the court, they were sure to get only 3 points. In the second wheel race, the battle was immediately followed. If Wang Yu and the other three couldn't play, they would have to lose 10 points.

In this way, the last team battle must ensure that the survival rate of your own players is above 9.

The enemies on the other side are all the top experts in the country. Ten people go to the battlefield and survive nine of them. This is really difficult.

...

In the hotel room, Wuji pointed to the team on the wall and introduced: "The Jiuzhou team has been ranked first in the national server for five consecutive years, everyone should know this."

"I don't know!" Wang Yu raised his hand.

Wuji ignored Wang Yu and continued: "Their captain is a top expert in the industry. He was once the vice president of Sansha Village. He fought with me. You have also seen the fate of Sansha Village..."

"Don't brag!" Everyone said angrily: "To be honest!"

"Real?" Wuji sneered: "The members of the Jiuzhou team are all the top first-line professional experts in the industry. Only you guys, except for those three kung fu, should have zero chance of winning when they meet them."

"Is it so exaggerated?" Wang Yu asked in surprise.

Wang Yu still knows this boy Wuji. No matter how awesome a master is, he is a little more powerful than garbage. This is the first time Wang Yu has seen him introduce his opponent like this. Even he thinks it is amazing, so the opponent must be good.

Wuji said shamelessly: "It's not an exaggeration at all! After all, it's my defeated general."

"Don't worry! Get out!" Everyone was furious again.

Wang Yu finally recovered. His grandson bragged so much that he was so awesome to highlight that he had been better than the world once. He was indeed the shameless leader of Quanzhen Sect.

"The Great Wilderness Team!" Wuji pointed to another team and said, "This team is the second-year-old team, second only to the Jiuzhou Team. He has been the second in the national server for five consecutive years. He is very motivated. He will definitely suffer a loss when he encounters them in the early stage. You wastes will definitely have zero chance of winning..."

"Okay, okay." Everyone saw Wuji mocking him again, and forced himself to interrupt: "Can you not tell me? Just say it straight, who is more likely to win against us?"

"Well..."

Wuji pointed to the Tianlong Team and the Pluto Realm Team in the middle and said, "In contrast, Congxin's Team and the Pluto Realm Team still have some winning rates. After all, we are old opponents with Congxin and are more familiar with the Pluto Realm."

"I have an idea!" At this time, Mingdu suddenly raised his hand.

Wuji nodded: "Say!"

Mingdu said: "Tomorrow we will directly point out to challenge one of these two teams, and we should be able to make it into the top four. Even if we stop at the semi-finals, we can still make money."

Indeed, Quanzhen Cult is just a team of amateur players, and he can reach the semi-finals of the country in the first competition, which is already an amazing record.

"No, no!"

Wuji waved his finger and said, "Every team has only one chance to challenge. It would be a pity to use tomorrow's game. Our goal should be the champion."

"Champion?" Mingdu asked back: "I don't need this opportunity tomorrow. What if I encounter the Jiuzhou team? I'm afraid we can't get into the semi-finals."

"Don't worry!" Wuji smiled and said, "Competitions have always been the prey of the weak. Others can definitely think of things you can think of."
Chapter completed!