Chapter 1115 Something Is Wrong

Bullfighting headquarters.

General Affairs Quan Kesong watched the whole network insulting the Laomoxian team, and a sneer could not help but appear on the corner of his mouth.

"I can't win, so none of us can win."

On the other side, Wen Zilong was in no hurry.

"The more they curse, the more people will watch our live broadcast. They are equivalent to spending money to help us advertise."

Urinating Brother and the three of them saw that the number of viewers in their live broadcast room had indeed increased.

But also not happy.

"That being said, with so many people scolding us, who can stand it?"

"What's more, we didn't make a fake at all, and they scolded us like this, it's even more unbearable."

"Brother Long, can you think of a way to make them shut up?"

Wen Zilong smiled lightly:

"Don't worry, those who clean themselves will clear themselves."

As a result, everyone was a little confused.

No matter who it is, facing this situation, it has long been anxious.

Wen Zilong was in no rush from beginning to end.

Where did he get his confidence?

Soon, more than half an hour later, Wen Zilong and the others had killed the last desolate beast.

Their challenge has been completed.

Originally, this was something worth celebrating, but since the whole network scolded them, the two anchors didn't know what to say.

The frequent urination brother bit the bullet and said:

"Everyone, everyone, the challenge of our Lao Moxian team has been completed."

"In one month, kill 400,000 desolate beasts."

"This is a great victory. Moreover, this challenge was completed despite your abuse and insults. This is enough to prove the greatness of our old demon fairy."

"Come on, deduct a wave of 6."

Anyway, it was all insults, no matter what he said, everyone would still scold him.

More lice don't itch.

He simply boasted about it.

Sure enough, as soon as he said this, there were more abuses in the live broadcast room.

The frequent urinating brother turned his head and asked Wen Zilong:

"Brother Long, what should we do now? The challenge is over, should we turn off the live broadcast? Otherwise, my little heart can't stand the scolding."

The other two also looked at Wen Zilong.

Waiting for Wen Zilong's meaning.

Wen Zilong shook his head:

"Keep driving."

"Uh……"

Frequent urination brother and the three anchors are a little unclear.

This challenge has already been completed, and I was scolded bloody, why are you still running the live broadcast?

Continue to let them scold?

Just when they were wondering, their mental power detected that a group of people were flying towards them twenty kilometers away.

"Ok?"

All three of them were a little puzzled.

In this desolate beast paradise, apart from them, they have basically never seen anyone else.

Why did a group of people suddenly appear?

Soon, those people had already arrived in front of them.

Almost every one of them is wearing the same clothes.

Carrying a long sword on his back.

The leader is 1.8 meters tall, with sword eyebrows and star eyes.

Standing there, he was as tall and straight as a sword.

Just, different from others.

There was no sword on his back.

Wen Zilong signaled to Brother Frequent Urination to point the camera at these people.

The frequent urination brother nodded, and the three anchors pointed the camera at them.

But at this time, the billions of people in the live broadcast room recognized each of these people when they saw them coming.

The barrage is no longer just scolding the old magic fairy.

"The head of the Fallen Leaf Sword Sect, Larix!"

"The thirteen people he brought are all experts from the Fallen Leaf Sword Sect!"

"Falling Leaf Sword Sect? What are they doing in the Wild Beast Paradise?"

"I heard that Luo Haixing, the young master of the Fallen Leaf Sword Sect, disappeared in the Desolate Beast Forest a month ago. Presumably he was looking for Luo Haixing."

At this time, those sailors picked up the rhythm again.

"There are still some people who believe that the Lao Moxian team did not cheat. If there is no cheating, with your strength, you should be able to beat the Fallen Leaf Sword Sect. If you have the ability, go ahead."

"That's right, can't you harvest dozens of desolate beasts with a single scythe? Then you should be able to easily take down these people from the Fallen Leaf Sword Sect."

"Just one if you have the ability! It's just after the truth that I admit that you didn't fake it."

"If you don't dare, it's a fake!"

"Nonsense, it's obvious that you don't dare to be bold."

"Countless, cowardly!"

...

Of course, some people spoke for Wen Zilong and the others.

"The Fallen Leaf Sword Sect is the third most powerful sect on Proxima Centauri. The leader is a middle-tier third-tier sect. With a third-tier weapon in his hand, he can challenge mid-tier fourth-tier experts."

"And the main reason is that their sect is too strong. There are more than a thousand people who have reached the middle stage of the third rank. If you provoke such a sect, it is completely courting death."

"Wen Zilong is fine when he's idle, so of course he won't be tough on them. Your rhythm is too bad."

However, such views are only a minority.

The masses are always watching the excitement and not being busy.

"Just one!"

"Just one!"

"Just one!"

And with the rhythm of the navy, almost the whole screen is full of "just one".

At this time, on the screen, Luo Xinghai, head of the Fallen Leaf Sword Sect, stared intently at Wen Zilong:

"You killed my Hai'er!"

As soon as this remark came out, the barrage exploded again.

"I rely on it!"

"Awesome!"

"crazy!"

"I called someone just now, but he backhandedly killed the young master of the Fallen Leaf Sword Sect!"

"No wonder he was missing for a month, so he was killed."

"It's not just tough, it's just desperate!"

Those rhythmic sailors obviously didn't expect this result.

They all shut up for the time being.

Looking at the screen again, Wen Zilong shrugged, looking indifferent:

"There is no proof, be careful, I will sue you for defamation."

The navy immediately seized the opportunity.

"Count, obviously coward."

"Sure enough, it's really cowardly. In this way, their challenge must be fake."

"It's a bunch of cowards."

With the rhythm of the navy, the words "Counseling" and "Fake" were once again printed on the bullet screen.

The head of the Fallen Leaf Sword Sect had an ice-cold face, and his words clearly contained anger and hatred that had been suppressed for a long time.

"My son had a conflict with you, and then disappeared in the Wild Beast Forest. As far as I know, the only place he went that night was your old magic fairy team."

The corner of Wen Zilong's mouth twitched:

"Who are you? Who is your son? I don't know you at all."

It was live broadcasting at this time, so naturally it couldn't be directly admitted.

But when the live broadcast effect comes out, the audience will feel that the other party is messing around.

No matter what you do, you must first stand on the highest point of morality.

The head of the Fallen Leaf Sword Sect obviously suppressed his anger:

"I, the head of the Fallen Leaf Sword Sect, Larix. My son, Luo Haixing."

Wen Zilong seemed to suddenly realize:

"Oh, so it turned out to be the guy who relied on the power of the Fallen Leaf Sword Sect to snatch my space capsule."

Larix looks like lightning:

"So, you killed it."

Wen Zilong shrugged again:

"He snatched my space capsule, so I must have killed it? Is there something wrong?"