Chapter 675 Wang Yan! First

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The tense atmosphere also spread to the National African Affairs Bureau queue.

Everyone was silent, and time seemed to be stretched out invisibly in this atmosphere.

So far, no one from the National African Bureau has successfully advanced to the top nine. This somewhat depressing mood is like a stone stuck in everyone's heart.

After a while, Zhang Weidao gritted his teeth and couldn't help complaining: "If it weren't for the four-nation alliance of the Japanese dogs and the harassment from many countries, with the strength of our country's African Bureau, at least two people would qualify, Lao Wang, maybe you would still be able to win." I can take first place!"

What Zhang Weidao said is not unreasonable. China was harassed by the Japan Alliance and many countries in the preliminaries in the non-game. Many experts such as Lei Hong and Gao Mingyue were busy trying to save the siege and had no time to safely score points.

Huangfu Nanlian was indifferent by nature. After gaining enough points to advance, he did not take the initiative to hunt for points.

Wu Ya'ange, another top powerhouse, also missed a lot of hunting points because he had been entangled with the Spider Queen of the Super Shield Bureau for several days in a row, always thinking about killing the opponent, and always guarding against being killed by the opponent's sneak attacks. Chance.

The most important thing is that no one knew that there were so many young masters in the world and that the rewards would be so good. The competition team did not explain this. They simply used different tricks to punish newcomers like them. To describe it in two words, it was a cheat!

"If the qualifiers are a real battlefield, then everything is possible." Wang Yan touched his nose and comforted, "At the moment, our country's African Affairs Bureau is not fully prepared, and we did suffer some losses, but it was also an excellent time. As long as I can break through the semi-finals through the lessons and training, I believe the rewards and achievements will be even more generous!"

Wang Yan's words went into the hearts of the surrounding members of the African Affairs Bureau.

Lei Hong, Gao Mingyue and others all had a flash of gloom in their eyes, but then they ignited a higher fighting spirit.

Wu Ya'ange, who had been silent in the queue, turned his face away at this time. She was also dissatisfied with her performance. If she hadn't just focused on personal grudges, she wouldn't have been unable to make the top nine.

Huangfu Nanlian was also thoughtful, and everyone around him began to fall into a period of reflection and silence, but their eyes became clearer.

As Lao Wang said, the best is yet to come.

Under the spotlight, the host Sean looked at the micro-display in the palm of his hand, once again lengthened his tone in a mysterious manner, and solemnly announced: "Everyone, please pay attention, the next person to advance to third place is..."

"With seven hundred and eighty-two points, the Holy Lady of Light from the Holy See of Light, Lulu Cao!"

The audience immediately burst into warm applause and cheers.

"As expected of the Saint of Light, her points are as high as 782, which is more than twice as high as the previous one!"

"Does this need to be said? The Holy See of Light and the Dark Council fought a holy war for three days, and most of the points were taken away by the two saints."

"That's an exaggeration. After all, he is a powerful force. He is really awesome."

The Saint of Light, Lulu, had already put on a luxurious sacrificial robe, and slowly walked out of the queue amidst the cheers of the crowd.

Enjoying the attention of the people, Lulu's mood finally eased, and the corners of her mouth once again raised a graceful smile. Her temperament was sacred and beautiful, as if every step she took, the bright sunshine around her would revolve around her.

Just as we walked, the topics the audience talked about changed.

"Did you just hear the host call her Lulu Cao?"

"No way? Is her name really Lulu Cao?"

Saintess of Light's smile suddenly stiffened, her pretty face turned livid, she glared at Wang Yan not far away with resentment, and then walked quickly behind Xiao En.

Wang Yan felt the strong hostility, and his brows jumped involuntarily, thinking, I am innocent, your name is Lulu Cao, why are you still blaming me?

"The second person to advance in this qualifier is Katharina, the dark saint from the Dark Parliament who has scored 791 points!" Sean then announced the second person to advance.

"Wow!" The audience shouted louder, and discussions followed.

"The points gained by the Dark Saint are actually higher than those by the Light Saint!"

"The Dark Saint's abilities are more powerful, her attack power is stronger, and with the help of the sheep-headed demon Bafumie, she does have more advantages than the Light Saint in terms of fighting and collecting points."

"However, the Holy Lady of Light surpasses the Holy Lady of Darkness in terms of healing, blessing, defense and other abilities. There is really no way to say who is stronger and who is weaker between the two."

Katharina raised the corners of her mouth slightly, looking very good.

She didn't care what the audience said, she only knew that she was a few points better than the Saint of Light, and that was enough to despise her.

Katharina walked out of the queue alone. The sheep-headed demon was so large and violent that she had already withdrawn it into the seal in its left eye.

At this time, she put on an exquisite black gauze pleated skirt and a black top hat. She looked like an aristocratic daughter from a famous European painting, with noble manners and delicate and generous manners.

He walked gracefully behind Sean and deliberately stood next to Lulu, looking at him unabashedly with a pair of bright and enchanting eyes.

Lulu was naturally not a light-hearted person, so she stared back without showing any signs of weakness.

The two saints, who had always been at odds with each other, looked at each other in the air, and the air seemed to be filled with a strong smell of gunpowder.

The ears of the crowd at the scene seemed to be filled with "cracking" explosions. The strong and domineering momentum made many male spectators at the scene tremble with fear.

In the queue of the National African Affairs Bureau, Zhang Weidao wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, pulled Wang Yan in front of him, and whispered: "Old Wang, I really admire you now. I watched the video on the way back. You are the only one in the world who can fly together." The two holy ladies are still safe and sound."

"Keep your voice down, can I say that it was just an accident?" Wang Yan looked innocent, "Actually, it was just a misunderstanding."

"hehe."

Everyone in the surrounding National African Affairs Bureau glanced elsewhere, "Accident? Misunderstanding? Who can believe it!"

"The first place winner in this qualifier is!" host Sean announced in a very passionate voice, "Breaking the highest record in history, scoring 956 points, the flame from the China National Africa Cup Son, Wang Yan!"

The whole venue roared and became excited.

"Nine hundred and fifty-six points? Oh my god, I thought the two saints were already so awesome, but I didn't expect that the Son of Flame is really awesome!"

"In fact, it's no wonder that an A+ level expert can get one hundred points for one brush, and an A-level expert can get fifty points. There are so many top experts in the Japanese League, plus the points of the two saints, they are all taken by him. If you brush it once, you won’t be able to develop even if you don’t want to.”

"The Son of Fire is amazing, most people can't dream of being like him."

The audience was in a state of excitement, but the two saints who had been tricked had a bitter taste in their mouths.

It was all because of Wang Yan that they fought almost to death in the Holy War. They still lost points in the last three days and almost failed to advance to the qualifying round.

As for the masters of the Japan Alliance, it was even worse for them to be cheated by Wang Yan.

At that time, many masters in the Japanese League were wiped out in one fell swoop. At this time, except for a few top masters and a few low-level players with a little luck, there were only about a dozen members from each organization who advanced to the semi-finals, and all of them had faces full of smiles. Tired and exhausted.

This situation, placed in this crowded venue, can be described as extremely miserable.

At this moment, these players from the Japanese organization felt as if they were seeing the enemy who killed their father when they saw Wang Yan. They were all gnashing their teeth and their eyes almost popped out.

Even the big bosses of these major organizations on the rostrum felt depressed when they saw Wang Yan, their blood pressure rose, and they were extremely angry.

They originally planned to join forces to humiliate Yan Zun's disciple, and then suppress and eliminate the rising Chinese National African Bureau, but for this they did not hesitate to bear the name of despicable and shameless.

But the result was that the whole army was annihilated. Such a result would undoubtedly mean that the big guys like them would be slapped in the face in front of the whole world, and they would be slapped so hard that they could not say a word.

At this time, there is only one word needed to describe their mood, and that is "hate".

Wang Yan glanced at the scene, not caring about the looks cast by the hostile forces. After celebrating with the surrounding members of the African Affairs Bureau, he walked quietly to the bottom of the rostrum with a smile.

The two saints immediately cast their competing eyes on Wang Yan.

After the matter finally calmed down, Wang Yan didn't want to offend these two holy ladies anymore, so he had to smile coquettishly, say hello to the two saintly friends, and then continued to keep a low profile.

When Emmons saw Wang Yan and the two saints standing in a row on the podium, sweat broke out on his forehead.

In this way, he can keep a low profile. Emmons will be named Wang together with Son of Flame!

He walked down the steps quickly as if he was jogging, waving to a dozen people holding prizes to follow him. Now that the prizes had been awarded earlier, he could breathe a sigh of relief earlier.

Now he was afraid that if he was not careful, Wang Yan's son would trigger a world war in the supernatural world at the venue.

"Senior Emmons, I see there is sweat on your forehead. Are you very hot?" Wang Yan asked with concern on his face.

Emmons felt his heart tighten when he heard this, thinking that if he didn't know about the things you caused, he would really think you were a simple and polite young man.

"It's okay, it's just a little hot and humid in the Pacific climate." Emmons took out a handkerchief, wiped the sweat from his forehead and temples, and raised his head again. He had returned to the dignified and steady president of the Super League.

"Congratulations to all of you for your excellent rankings. I hope that the rewards from this conference will help you reach the top as soon as possible and become the pillars of our world." He raised his eyes and glanced at the nine advancers in front of him, and said concisely, "I also To make a long story short, the prizes will be selected first in order of ranking, Son of Fire, you go first."

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