Super Dragon Evolution Chapter 1113: Is something wrong?

The Bullfighting Headquarters.

General Affairs Kwon Kesong watched the whole network scolding the old demon fairy clan, his mouth could not help but a sneer.

"I can't win, then we don't want to win anyone."

On the other side, Wen Zilong is in no rush.

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

The three of them have seen that the number of viewers in their live broadcast room has indeed increased.

But I'm not happy.

"That said, but so many people scold us, who can stand it?"

"What's more, we didn't fake it at all, but they scolded us like this, which is even more unbearable."

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

Wen Zilong smiled indifferently:

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

As a result, everyone is a little confused.

No matter who it is, facing this situation, he has already rushed out.

Wen Zilong was in no hurry from beginning to end.

Where does he have the confidence?

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

Their challenge has been completed.

This was originally something to celebrate, but because the whole network was scolding them, the two anchors didn't know what to say.

Brother frequent urination bit the bullet and said:

"Lao Tie, dear brothers, the challenge of our Lao Moxian team has been completed."

"Slay 400,000 wild beasts in one month."

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

"Come on, deduct a wave of 6."

Anyway, it's all swear words, no matter what he says, everyone will still swear.

If there are more lice, it doesn't itch.

He simply brags himself.

Sure enough, as soon as he said this, there was more verbal abuse in the live broadcast room.

Big urination turned his head and asked Wen Zilong:

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

The other two also looked at Wen Zilong.

Waiting for Wen Zilong's meaning.

Wen Zilong shook his head:

"Keep driving."

"Uh..."

Big urination and the three anchors are all a little unclear.

This challenge has been completed, and people have been scolded to death. Why are you still running the live broadcast?

Continue to let them scold?

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

"Huh?"

All three of them have some doubts.

In this wild animal paradise, except for them, basically no one else has been seen.

How come a group of people suddenly appeared?

Soon, those people have come to them.

Almost everyone wears the same clothes.

A long sword is on his back.

The headed person is 1.8 meters tall with sword eyebrows and stars.

Standing there, but also as tall as a sword.

It's just that it's different from others.

His back is not carrying a sword.

Wen Zilong gestured to Brother urinary frequency and pointed the camera at these people.

Brother urinary frequency nodded, and all three of their anchors pointed the camera at them.

At this moment, the billions of people in the live broadcast room recognized them one by one when they saw them coming.

The barrage is no longer a curse of the old devil.

"The leader of the Fallen Leaf Sword Sect, Larch!"

"The thirteen people he brought with him are all strong from the Fallen Leaf Sword Sect!"

"The Fallen Leaf Sword Sect? What are they doing to the Wild Beast Heaven?"

"I heard that a month ago, the Young Master of the Fallen Leaf Sword Sect Landed Starfish and disappeared in the Desolate Beast Forest. I think it should be looking for the starfish."

At this time, the navy brought the rhythm again.

"There are still some people who believe that the Old Demon Celestial Team did not make fakes. If they did not make fakes, with your strength, you should be able to just overtake the people of the Fallen Leaf Sword Sect. If you have the ability to do it."

"Yes, aren't you able to harvest dozens of wild beasts with a single sickle? Then you should easily win against these people from the Fallen Leaf Sword Sect."

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

"Don't dare to just be fake!"

"Nonsense, I'm obviously afraid to be tough."

"Counsel, counsel!"

……

Of course, there are some people who speak for Wen Zilong.

"The Fallen Leaf Sword Sect, that is the third-ranked powerful sect on Proxima Centauri. The head is the third-tier mid-term. There are third-tier weapons in his hand, which can challenge the fourth-tier mid-term powerful."

"And the main reason is that their sect is too strong. The number of people who reach the middle of the third stage is more than a thousand people. To provoke such a sect, it is completely seeking death."

"Wen Zilong is okay when he is idle, of course he won't try to harden them. You guys with rhythm are too bad, right."

However, such views are only a minority.

The masses always watch the excitement and not the big things.

"Just one!"

"Just one!"

"Just one!"

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

At this moment, above the screen, the leader of the Fallen Leaf Sword Sect falls into the sea, staring at Wen Zilong:

"You killed my Haier!"

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

"Fuck me!"

"Awesome!"

"Crazy!"

"Just now I called someone just one, but they killed the Young Master of the Fallen Sword Sect with a backhand!"

"No wonder that after missing for a month, it turned out to be killed."

"This is more than just hard work, it's just killing!"

Those sailors with rhythm, obviously did not expect this result.

They all shut up temporarily.

Looking at the screen again, Wen Zilong shrugged and looked indifferent:

"Without proof, be careful I sue you for slander."

The navy seized the opportunity immediately.

"Counsel, obviously."

"Sure enough, it was really awkward. In this way, their challenge must be fake."

"I've got a lot of advice."

With the rhythm of the navy band, the bullet screen was again marked with the words "counsel" and "fake".

The head of the Fallen Leaf Sword Sect, his face is cold, and his language is obviously filled with long-repressed anger and hatred.

"My son had a conflict with you, and then disappeared in the Desolate Beast Forest. As far as I know, the only place he went that night was your Old Demon Squad."

The corner of Wen Zilong's mouth is upturned:

"Who are you? Who are you? I don't even know you."

It's live broadcast at this time, so I can't admit it directly.

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 at the highest point of morality.

The leader of the Fallen Leaf Sword Sect, obviously suppressing his anger:

"I, the head of the Fallen Leaf Sword Sect, Larch. My son, Fallen Starfish."

Wen Zilong seemed to realize:

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

Larch's eyes are like electricity:

"So, you killed it."

Wen Zilong shrugged again:

"If he grabbed my space capsule, I must have killed it? Is something wrong?"