League of Legends: 700 Years Later Chapter 1467: Master of the Bipolar Palace!

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About passion: Why are novels of the online game type extremely difficult to reach the later stage? It ’s because of passion. It ’s like you playing a game. I found it fun a day or two ago, but half a month and a month later, I lost my passion. This is also the case with League of Legends. Now many people give up League of Legends. Because it is not often played that leads to being abused or pitted, the second is the lack of initial passion.

The League of Legends novel has been held up to the late stage. Except for the competition, it is really gone. Another good King glory is over two million words. The competition, although written in the middle and late stages, is the same. Very good, but there is no such feeling of passion. This is related to the category rather than the strength of the author. After all, it is just a simple online game.

Passion is like happiness. It ’s just a state of mind, and it ca n’t last. So I added the fantasy element, otherwise it will be over two million words. I believe this is what many true love fans do n’t want to see.

Say so much, I want to tell you that some friends feel that the later part of this book is not as passionate as before. It ’s not that I ca n’t write it, but it ’s the only way for online games. This type is just a niche. It ’s not like the fantasy fantasy city has always created a new world view or emotion, so I ca n’t be passionate. I have n’t lost my original intention. Everyone will watch a dozen high-energy science fiction movies and play the same hand (Darius) game. They will also be passionate and tired. The same in game novels So, especially in the League of Legends novels and the League of Legends novels, there are too few and too few to write more than three million words. It is not easy to write so far, so why not look at other elements besides passion?

I hope some friends who really love League of Legends can relax and do n’t look at the book with scrutiny. I just want to create a world where all heroes exist, so that they will have blood and flesh, even if the League of Legends is gone, they are still there. Another dimension exists.

The above, thanks to the sprayer for growing me up, and the readers who read genuinely, for moving me upwards. (Do n’t take up the word count, if you open it separately, your book currency will be charged by the website, and in many cases, I will have two or three hundred and four hundred and four or five hundred words for each chapter.)

After hearing the news that the routine was stolen, Ye Che was not angry, but instead showed such a color, and replied casually: "I see, what is the good news?"

The response is so calm?

Shen Yan froze for a moment, but immediately said in her mouth: "The good news is because of this matter. The frequency of my mention in the Bipolar Palace is at least hundreds of thousands of times higher than before."

"Good, it is indeed a good thing." Ye Che smiled slightly.

Sheng Yan smiled bitterly: "But public opinion is almost completely one-sided, no one believes that we are the original creator of this routine, and my comments are all negative."

"This just makes them profound to you."

Ye Che said.

"Deep?" Sheng Yan froze, not understanding the meaning of Ye Che.

"You will understand later, see you at Wolf Palace!"

After Ye Che finished speaking, he cut off the conversation directly, and then walked outside. After glancing around, he rose into the air and galloped away in the direction of the wolf's first palace.

Along the way, from time to time there are Summoner Skill(s) of the Bipolar Palace, which turns into Changhong flying past him.

Some are a single person, some are seven or eight, or even dozens of people together.

Everyone's speed is extremely fast, and the complexion is full of excitement.

Ye Che didn't care. He planned the next thing silently in his heart. After about seven or eight minutes, he stopped in front of the Wolf Palace and walked in.

As soon as he stepped in, he saw a majestic middle-aged man sitting tens of thousands of meters away, thousands of meters high.

The man ’s eyes are deep and bright. As soon as Ye Che falls on it, there is a cold behind him. Obviously, these eyes alone can reduce the strength of the enemy by half.

Below this man, hundreds of thousands of young boys and girls are densely clustered. They are all Summoner Skill(s)s who are going to the palace ceremony. Although there are many people, everyone is neatly arranged and very standard.

"It seems that he is the master of the Bipolar Palace, Sheng Yan's father." Ye Che said silently.

At this moment, the essence of his shoulder element flickered, "Ye Che, here."

Ye Che followed the voice and saw that hundreds of meters away, Sheng Yan was recruiting hand (Darius) to herself.

After a slight meal, Ye Che walked over.

Sheng Yan glanced around, and led Ye Che to the front row. The eyes of the young people of Bipolar Palace along the way fell on Sheng Yan's face from time to time, and scanned the Ye Che strangely, with a strange expression.

Sheng Yan did not look at them, but took Ye Che directly in the third row and stood still.

Looking forward, Ye Che is standing in the first row, and they are all old-looking old men. Among them, the old woman Shengyuan Tai, who is the leader, is also standing there. She seems to have noticed Ye Che ’s eyes. Nodded slightly, Ye Che smiled faintly.

And in the second row, there are some teenagers or young people with extraordinary clothes, about seventeen, all of them standing there with a detached and confident look on their faces.

Suddenly, Ye Che noticed that Shengyu was also standing in it.

"These, aren't they all his kind?" Ye Che glanced at the master of the bipolar palace in the distance, and it was really alive.

It seems that I do n’t want Ye Che to guess indiscriminately, Sheng Yan said: "Then, it is the first division of the main palace of the Bipolar Palace. The first row is the leaders of our Bipolar Palace because of your business. , The nine masters have arrived, the second row is ... "

Speaking, she bit her lip and continued: "It's my father's seventeenth heir. I don't want to stand with them."

Ye Che frowned, saying: "If you are the master of the Bipolar Palace and see one of your children, not standing in the second row, but the third row, what would you think?"

Stay Yan stayed.

"You will feel that you are not enterprising, you will feel that you don't know the general body, and that you are not in groups. Will this kind of nature be passed on to him? So, what should you do?" Ye Che said.

Shan Yan took a breath, "I get it!"

After speaking, with a firm step, I walked directly to the far left of the second row and stood still!

"Hum."

Next to Shengyan is a gorgeous girl. She saw Shengyan standing beside her, the disgust in her eyes radiating unabashedly, and she snorted coldly.

The remaining sixteen people also looked at Shengyan side by side, obviously surprised at Shengyan's move.

"This cheap breed, shouldn't you think that Ye Che is attracted, and the value will rise?"

"Rolling? Just kidding, how could she be able to draw the talents of the celestial nucleus with purple-level star embryos."

"Hehehe, I am really laughing, with indigenous Summoner Skill(s) lineage, and no special talent, but still dare to stand next to us, really have a face."

"Yu Shao, I heard that Sheng Yan misappropriated your routine. I wonder if it is true?"

"Then I need to say that I have heard about that kind of routine in recent days. Is it possible that this kind of mediocre can be studied."

After the seventeen young palace masters came to Shengyan, they all began to voice each other, and the fluctuations of the elements had been lingering among them.