When he was dying, he was angry. After he died, the Eleventh Young Master did nothing to do.

"Are you in the Hall of Glory? Come out for a rest and have a drink," he chatted with Lu Li's message directly. Sure enough, he had guessed Lu Li's identity long ago. Most of the celebrity players have a good relationship, and their respective clubs have no right to interfere.

Lu Li and the Eleventh Young Master once went to assassinate Xiao Mo together, so they have long been friends.

Maybe they are a little arrogant and no one is willing to make friends with each other. Except for those who are born with socializing attributes, such as Mafengwo Mo Wangfeng, the competition players will not have a scene of chatting and fucking all day long.

Lu Li played hundreds of games in a row. Even though the pressure was not high, he was always not a good fight. After competing with Eleven, he was even more exhausted both physically and mentally.

After replying to a certain message, Lu Li reported his seat in the Hall of Glory.

Any seat has a number, corresponding to the locations of each teleportation array in the Glory Hall. You can use these teleportation arrays to reach other locations in the Glory Hall.

Soon, the tall and burly eleven young master came over to reads;.

"Long time no see," Lu Li politely.

"Fortunately, I don't see you often," the Eleventh Young Master sat down with a wry smile, "Do you do it, when did I meet you?"

Lu Li thought about it and it seemed that this was true. He dealt with this person five or six times, and every time he saw him die, he still did it two or three times.

There are no brothers on the field, so everyone is not intimate.

The Eleventh Master said this and did not mean to blame Lu Li.

The npc waiter brought a glass of dwarf liquor in a elusive way and placed it in front of the Eleventh Young Master. He brought it over and said that he was half a cup of stomach.

Lu Li also took a few sips, and the drinks in the game tasted pretty good, especially after the game simulated the experience. This kind of refreshing drink after a battle is the favorite of many players.

"Why do you think of the mixed arena?" Eleventh Young Master took out a pack of cigarettes: "Do you want one?"

"Forgive," Lu Li declined. Then he said: "The league is about to begin, come and find the feeling. Are you there too?"

"We are not as calm as you. We play at least twenty games a day. Judging from your winning rate, I guess I haven't played the arena much before," Eleventh Sir sighed. People are so angry that they are so popular. Lu Li is probably the least star player.

Even Xiao Mo has to go to the arena to kill a few times every day, otherwise he will be in a decisive state.

This is a bit similar to sports athletes. On the stage, there are ten years of hard work on the stage, and many masters have to continue to polish their operations. No one dares to do this like Lu Li, but they will not be able to pk for many days.

Actually, this is a total misunderstanding.

Lu Li was born in Yeluzi, started too high and created miracles many times.

No one is qualified to tell him what a professional matcher should be like. The coach of the Sword of Judgment has not yet found it. Everyone plays their own games and gets started during the game.

Anyway, I couldn't meet any decent masters at the beginning of the game.

There will never be any team that can eliminate the Sword of Judgment in the initial knockout match. When they meet the team of masters, they will be almost done with each other.

The regular guild not only has the logistics of the competition coach, but also has special training maps...

Therefore, Lu Li didn't know that the contestants should often mix the arena to exercise their skills and keep them in shape.

"I have a battlefield," Lu Li felt a little guilty.

He decided to turn around and ask Mu Qiu and the others that he and Yueguang had both experienced regular guild training and should have a better understanding of these.

"Your equipment is really good," Young Master Eleven did not worry about the topic just now and began to comment on Lu Li's equipment: "I still retained a lot of tricks when fighting with me, right?"

"Hehe, you are the same," Lu Li smiled, not admitting or refuting.

Eleven loses, but if you think he has no skills, then you are very wrong, just like Lu Li has many tricks that are not useful yet. He also keeps a lot of trump cards.

This kind of arena pk, who is willing to fight for a win or lose reads;.

The trump card is reserved for critical moments, such as the upcoming professional league. At that time, the glory was the one who competed for, but now the only thing that competed for is the spirit.

"It's really boring," Young Master Eleven was disappointed, and he looked at Lu Li squintly: "It seems that you have a lot of plans this time. Are you determined to want the top three?"

If it were a normal guild senior executive, he would have to make a fuss at this time and reply with clichés like "How is it possible? Just make a living, thank you if you don't leave the first hundred", no one would show his attitude too obvious. The professional circle has developed to this point now, and there are hypocritical faces everywhere.

However, Lu Libu nodded: "That's right, our goal this time is the champion!"

The Eleventh Young Master opened his mouth and couldn't help but want to mock him.

Why do you say that you can win the championship? Is the championship so easy to win? Dozens or hundreds of big guilds compete for the rise and fall of hundreds of thousands of players? You are just a guild that has just been established for a few days, with a total of 60,000 or 70,000 people.

But he thought again, Lu Li was really qualified to say this.

The Huaying Cup champion and the Magic Cup runner-up all show the strength of Lu Li’s team. This year’s dark horse is undoubtedly the sword of judgment. If he wins the league championship again, what’s impossible?

"Drinking," the Eleventh Young Master still didn't say anything.

He has his own sense of glory in the guild and will not betray before the guild does something that is sorry for him. But when asked, he actually envies the style of the Sword of Judgment champion team.

The goal is the champion, what courage!

Just as they were drinking, the news that the Eleventh Young Master was cut off had already been spread.

Thousands of people watched, and most of them recognized the Eleventh Young Master from the continuous whirlwind. This was originally something worth talking about, and what was even more topical was that the Eleventh Young Master was chopped over.

Not only the ordinary player circle, but also the chat rooms of the masters also received news.

Mafengwo: Eleventh Young Master, Eleventh Young Master, you come out.

Voice and text are double broadcasts, this is the style of Mafengwo. Adding one will cause vibrations to remind the person who is being called in the chat room he joined. After all, the great gods are used to blocking various channels.

:I heard that the Eleventh Young Master was chopped over, who did it?

Mafengwo: I was just about to ask, what is Eleventh Young Master doing? Why don’t you come out to complain? Brothers will pity you.

Traces: Save it, Mafengwo is only your physique, and it is definitely you who faces our eleventh young master. It’s better to breathe a few words first, maybe we will send you a red envelope on a whim.

Mafengwo: The Eleventh Young Master was chopped over.

Traces: Haven't you been cut over?

Mafengwo: The Eleventh Young Master was just chopped over.

Traces: Your uncle...

Shi Zhi and Eleventh Young Master are both from Dawn Wings, so of course they helped their brothers speak, but he was unable to refute the fact that Eleventh Young Master was just chopped over. It spread everywhere, and it didn't need to confirm it to know that it was true. (To be continued.)

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