For Chang Kongluo, since entering Twilight Mansion, his world expansion can only rely on the Internet.
There has been a swarm of live broadcasts in the past six months, and Changkongluo has been popping up in many software.
After many experiences, Changkongluo feels that Feiyu Live Broadcast has the best experience.
Firstly, the structure of Feiyu Live Software is better than other software. Secondly, Feiyu Live is willing to spend a lot of money to purchase network services and has done a good job in the smoothness and memory of the software.
Even for viewers like Lao Luo, some of his shining points during Feiyu live broadcast have been remembered.
For example, the first time he registered for the software, the first live broadcast room he entered, the first time he recharged, and the first time he tipped.
What makes Changkongluo most satisfied is that Feiyu Live has established a new 'Hall of Fame'.
The Hall of Fame distinguishes between anchors and visitors, and Chang Kongluo is the first person in the visitor group.
Until now, there are still many people coming to see this millionaire millionaire, and from time to time there will be a barrage of "admiration for the big man".
Although Changkongluo would not be induced by virtual honors, he did enjoy this feeling.
Yingying Changkong stayed out for a while, and finally returned to Feiyu Live Broadcast.
As usual, he was looking for fun today.
Until I saw Song Fengying entering the sequencer event venue with a visual device.
"Brothers, let me tell you, there are five martial arts masters opposite us, and our task is to knock down these five opponents!"
Song Fengying has two physical instincts. One is the 'Flying Sheep Walking Wall' genetic fighting technique that is almost integrated into her body, and she will show off her skills from time to time.
The other is the 'live shooting' that has been integrated. No matter when or where, Song Fengying can hold up her video camera with increased power capacity and modified camera components for live broadcast.
"I'm going to put on some official spare armor first, lest someone beat me to death carelessly. There's also a wooden sword here, but it's useless to me!"
Song Fengying's nagging voice came from the visual monitor from time to time.
Chang Kongluo was familiar with the entire process of the sequencer event and didn't take it seriously.
In the live broadcast room, some people were caught up in mutual exchanges.
There are no spectators at the Sequencer Festival, and only the referees use the correspondingly arranged monitoring devices and shouting devices to judge the outcome.
Eliminating external interference can create a realistic scene to the greatest extent possible.
There are never any spectators when high-level sequencers compete, and the audience does not benefit the sequencers in the slightest.
If it were not for the need to judge the outcome, but also to avoid casualties, this kind of venue for the sequencers to adapt to would not even require a referee.
The corresponding sequencer event not only lacked spectators, but also the participants were unable to see the competition scene.
And to announce it to the public, Song Fengying's broadcast may be the first time.
After all, there are not many contestants who enter the competition with a visual monitor heavier than a brick.
The continuous exchange of information swept across the live broadcast room. After a few minutes, the number of people in Song Fengying's live broadcast room began to increase.
"The rules of the organizing committee are still imperfect. It really made people see the competition venue through her live broadcast. This may have given some players hints, thereby destroying the confidentiality of the venue."
"I don't know if Xuanxuan can survive two more waves. It seems difficult to reveal much information if she is eliminated in the first wave!"
“By the time the players get into their last game, the value of this information is gone.”
Chang Kongluo was thinking about the relevant regulations of the sequencer event, and then looked at Song Fengying who was behaving strangely.
He finally accepted that Song Fengying was out of place as a contestant and was still doing live broadcasts.
It's rare to win first place in a competition, and it's even rarer to be a sequencer who doesn't forget to live broadcast during the competition.
Changkongluo doesn't say that there will be no one like Song Fengying, but there will be very few people who can imitate Song Fengying's behavior.
For most sequencers who train hard, the ultimate goal is to win the competition, not to run in and perform a live broadcast.
"Brothers, the airdrop is here. There is a gift package of supplies in the airdrop. Whoever can get the gift package will have more advantages!"
Song Fengying's excited voice sounded in the live broadcast room, and Changkong Luo put aside her many thoughts and looked in the direction of Song Fengying's selfie.
"Countdown to the game is ten, nine, eight..."
The aircraft was moving in an irregular trajectory over the ruins of the Song family, and was not fixed at any location.
When the countdown to the game in the loudspeaker reached zero, a white material box with an umbrella bag on the aircraft floated down.
The minimum number of such supply boxes can be one, and the maximum number can be ten.
The role of the supply box is not only to bring advantages to the participating sequencers, but also to become a source of inducing fights to avoid situations such as shrinking and delaying the competition.
"It's a good run!"
The sound of 'zero' had just fallen. Looking at the direction in which the parachute bag was swinging and falling, Changkongluo felt that the scene captured by the visual device was a little blurry in the rapid movement.
Song Fengying was obviously in running mode.
Even Changkongluo couldn't help but sigh in admiration.
Song Fengying's live broadcast style is remarkable, and there are many complaints, but Song Fengying's ability to climb mountains, wade and run is extremely high.
Good physical fitness, strong athletic ability, and able to respond quickly to various obstacles.
Even without genetic fighting skills, Song Fengying's ability is beyond that of more than 90% of people.
When Song Fengying easily jumped up the stairs and passed by, the amount of '66666' was swiped in the sky as a reward.
"How are you guys? Xuanxuan is pretty fast at grabbing things, right? The nearest martial arts master is still about 300 meters away from me and has never crossed the obstacle!"
Song Fengying in the visual camera took a breath.
But Song Fengying's hands and feet were not slow and she opened the white supply box very quickly.
Inside the supply box is a simple stun gun with a range of ten meters, model S1.
This is a product of the early stages of the development of stun guns. The gun relies on ejected copper sheets to conduct electricity. Not only does it have problems with short shooting range, but it also has problems with shooting accuracy and ammunition loading.
But compared to the wooden weapons held by the contestants, this S1 stun gun can be called a reduced-dimensional strike weapon.
Of the many sequencers, few can take a direct hit.
Song Fengying hung the S1 stun gun on her waist. She ran over very fast and ran back very fast.
"Long Xianghua of Chuzhou, please give me..."
The sound of shouting came, and Song Fengying had already passed the members of Chuzhou's strongest team who were intercepting him horizontally.
"Mother Song, you are so strong!"
In just about five minutes, Song Fengying had taken the supply package and delivered the stun gun to Song Sijia, which made Song Sijia very happy.
"Mama Song?"
Listening to Song Sijia shouting her name loudly, Song Fengying felt that her persona of being an older single woman who hated marrying in the live broadcast room collapsed.
But she quickly let go of this thought.
Long Xianghua, who was nearly fifty meters behind Song Fengying, had already caught up.
"Don't be afraid, it's just a basic stun gun, and the people in this team are really sick. The captain is sick, and this woman is sick too. Only the woman who runs fast is in danger!"
Seeing the sallow-faced Song Sijia taking the stun gun, Long Xianghua was not wary of unfamiliar contact.
Long Xianghua feels that he can beat this kind of female players. If the female players are sick, he can beat ten.
"Tianyou, Xiangteng, Gao Sheng, and Feipeng come and gather quickly." Long Xianghua shouted: "Surround this fast woman."
"arrive!"
"arrive!"
"arrive!"
Three voices responded from far or near. When Long Xianghua was slightly satisfied, his eyes glanced in another direction that did not respond.
"Gao Sheng, did you hear that? Let's knock these two girls out first, and then deal with the others," Long Xianghua shouted.
"If you want to attack us, I will fight you!"
Song Sijia shouted and quickly approached Long Xianghua.
"Well done!"
Long Xianghua shouted. He glanced at the stun gun held by Song Sijia and raised it. He jumped out and approached quickly.
But before he hit the ground, the stun gun rang out softly, and the copper piece with the conductive wire hit his body.
An uncontrollable twitching sensation came from his body, and Long Xianghua's head fell into chaos.
He had obviously dodged in advance, and the opponent's gun did not appear to be firing, and he did not even take aim. No matter how unlucky he was, he should be able to dodge.
"I can still shoot blindly from a distance of ten meters, and it's not difficult to deceive you with fake moves!"
As a weaker version of Song Sijia than Zhang Xuezhou, her abilities are very similar to Zhang Xuezhou's current abilities.
Zhang Xuezhou's blind shot ranged from 100 meters to 10 meters, but Song Sijia's accuracy was also very high within 10 meters. Even if the opponent dodges, it would be difficult to dodge.
Especially since she looked sick, Long Xianghua focused more on Song Fengying, who was not unjustly hit.
(End of chapter)
