Chapter 249 No! (35)
Wang Jiu took a deep look at Liu Xiaoqiang, and his mustache drooped weakly, as if a broken branch was hanging on Wang Jiu's face.
Looking at Wang Jiu like this, Liu Xiaoqiang leaned over, tilted his head and looked at Wang Jiu who was sitting, and asked with concern: "Really advanced? Who is the opponent? He is so good."
"Didn't you watch it just now? What were you doing live?"
"Put it back. Let the viewers in the live broadcast room watch it if they want. By the way, you haven't said who your opponent is yet. Who? ”
While talking, Zhang Ting also walked in.
His air pressure was lower than that of Wang Jiu. After sitting down, he said nothing and looked at the floor in a daze.
And Liu Xiaoqiang leaned over again and asked: "Zhang Ting, what happened to you?"
"I lost?"
"You actually lost, Then how strong is your opponent?”
Zhang Ting glanced at Wang Jiu who was standing aside resentfully, then buried his head in his arms, not wanting to speak.
Reminiscing that both of them have just finished the game, it is self-evident who the two sides are.
Lin Yuan immediately started playing back, Liu Xiaoqiang immediately took out the drinks, Ding Dazhuang put the fruit plate with melon seeds, and the three of them watched excitedly.
Such an interesting thing, you must see it immediately.
Qingluan on the side was also ready to take his position. He turned on the replay and immediately began to explain: "This is a rare teacher-student game, and it is also a civil war within the sect. The two sides fighting are Wanfa Sect Wang Jiu and Wanfa. Zong Zhangting. Although it is a replay, it should be quite exciting.”
As soon as the game started, Zhang Ting was seen with his arms crossed and a cold frown on his face, looking very imposing.
Across from him, Wang Jiuze's mouth twitched, completely unaware that he was actually fighting against Zhang Ting.
After giving a cold look, Zhang Ting raised his finger and said solemnly: "Wang Jiu, although you and I are a master and a disciple, a big competition is a big competition, and you can't let it go! Although my heart hurts at this time, at this time I My hands are shaking, but I still want to beat you to a pulp."
"Hurry up, please." Wang Jiu said helplessly, "I'm still rushing to do the inspection, there are a lot of things to do now. Ah."
"Jiejiejie, are you starting to make excuses for your failure now! It doesn't matter, whether you are a bastard or a bastard, you will die in vain here."< br>
"You actually rhyme when you speak. How long have you been thinking about your lines for this day? Why don't you have this energy to focus on studying!"
"You talk nonsense! Don't use the tricks of your elders to suppress you. Me! I have a share of the credit for your deck, and I know all your details, but even so, I will still do my best! Come out, dad!"
Raise the Human Emperor flag, Zhang Ting's father, Zhang Quan, was invited out of the Renhuang Banner and stood next to Zhang Ting.
Lin Yuan immediately turned his head, looked at the dejected Zhang Ting and said, "Are you so despicable? At this time, you asked your father to come out as a consultant."
"Alas." Zhang Ting covered his head. The head sighed.
"And you lost?"
"Stop scolding... the child already wants to cry."
Going back to the replay, Lin Yuan saw that the audience was already noisy.
The game was paused, and the referees from Qimingmen came together to discuss how to resolve this issue.
One party believes that the Human Emperor's flag is a magical weapon, and there is no problem in how to use its own magical weapon, as long as it does not directly attack the opponent.
One side believes that the ghost cultivator inside is also a monk, and playing now violates the rule that only one player can play, and he should be dismissed.
After a quarter of an hour of discussion, Qian Kuan finally gave the explanation: It’s OK this time, but the regulations need to be revised immediately, and then it won’t be possible.
After solving this problem, Zhang Ting became even more arrogant.
He started to draw cards, and he said arrogantly: "My perfect deck has been formed, and everything about me has been extremely powerful. I am so powerful at this time, how can you resist it now? Me!"
"You spend more time talking than playing cards!" Wang Jiu said helplessly, "Can you hurry up?" "Slow down, I want to slowly enjoy playing you to death. Feel it! Come on, Qinglong!”
Although his lines are a bit confusing, Zhang Ting’s abilities are indeed good.
With only a little mana at the beginning, he began to sell blood, stack armor, spells and character summons, and then made the powerful monster Black Dragon in the first round.
Zhang Quan was assisting from the side, and the two accurately calculated their blood volume together, and made the most perfect attack when the blood volume was about to return to zero.
A huge black dragon illusion appeared on the field, and dazzling white light rushed towards Wang Jiu in front of him. After being swallowed by the white light, Zhang Ting turned his head and sighed: "Invincible, how lonely it is."
"Why are you lonely? The other person is not dead yet." Zhang Quan knocked his son hard.
Turning his head, Zhang Ting found that Wang Jiu was still where he was, but his blood volume had returned to zero, but he had not failed.
Looking at the activated card, Zhang Ting said dissatisfied: "At the last moment, you are so lucky. But it doesn't matter, the final victory must be mine!"
< br>Wang Jiu had no choice. Whoever asked him to start had this card.
Although he could just admit defeat, it was his instinct to fulfill his duties, so he still started his turn, then drew cards and started playing seriously.
"Draw a card first. There is a [guess card] here. Choose a card for you and guess its type. If you guess it right, it belongs to me. If you don't guess it, the blood will be deducted. I guess it is a spell... I guessed it. After guessing it, you can I continued to guess the cards, but then I had to guess the name. I guessed it was Exile... and I actually won again.”
Wang Jiu felt a little emotional when he got Zhang Ting’s two cards with one card. Good luck.
"After that, I will use [Random Gift] to randomly generate three cards and randomly distribute them to both parties. Well, why are they all given to me? How come there are more and more of these cards?"
< br>“Forget it, let’s do it again…”
“After that…”
"Then..."
Wang Jiu's movements became dazzling, sometimes drawing his own cards, sometimes drawing Zhang Ting's cards.
Although he doesn’t like playing games, as a monk of Wanfa Sect, Wang Jiu will also calculate how to maximize his efficiency.
So, he began to dismantle Zhang Ting's cards accurately, used two points of mana to accurately create the field, and built up his advantage bit by bit. He saw Zhang Ting sweating again and again.
Finding that Wang Jiu's cards were getting more and more exaggerated, Zhang Ting held up his flag and shouted: "Dad, think of a way!"
"What do you think? Now we don't have a single card, how can you think of a solution?"
"Can't we save it?"
"Can't save it, it's too late, let's say goodbye."< br>
“Dad!”
Turn around, Zhang Ting saw that Wang Jiu was ready.
The black dragon in Zhang Ting's field has been temporarily exiled. His card field is empty, while the opposite side is full of creatures.
Hearing just one order, a large number of creatures swarmed in, causing Zhang Ting's armor to plummet and Zhang Ting's complexion to become increasingly pale.
Fortunately, his armor was thick enough, and he still had a little armor and a little blood left after a wave of attacks, barely allowing him to survive.
But before he could take a breath, Wang Jiu had already used the last spell, [Small Heavenly Tribulation].
This spell does not require mana, and the damage is only two points, but it is just enough to send Zhang Ting away.
Looking at the card that finally sent him away, Zhang Ting shouted in despair: "No!"
(End of this chapter)