Chapter 131 The Youngest Master

Before the voting channel was opened, the four directions were already in motion.

Voting posts, praise posts, derogatory posts, and suppression posts were posted one after another.

"A freshman student actually caused such a big commotion in the Xiami Tribe..."

"Genius, ghost, are not enough to describe such a monster, it is really terrifying!"

"Even in the eyes of many book fans, Luoyang's status has reached the level of a famous writer!"

Tick, tick, tick, tick.

The crazy posts were accompanied by the crisp sound of the second hand, and the hour hand moved slowly.

When nine o'clock came, the entire Xiami Tribe forum suddenly refreshed automatically, and the next moment, a voting window for a famous writer's column appeared in the sight of countless users.

The voting channel was opened!

Everyone knew what this meant.

Some people had already moved their mice and clicked the voting button at the first time!

Almost in an instant, the voting number started from 0 and jumped rapidly upwards.

"1000..."

"1500..."

"2500..."

"8000..."

There are countless eyes in Longguo staring at this rapidly jumping number. This is a grand event in the martial arts novel world, which is related to the precious honor of the entire Longguo. People can't help but be nervous.

At this moment, at the Fuzhou headquarters of the Xiami tribe, there is also a group of people staring at the jumping numbers in the background.

"Old Wang, do you think... this Luoyang has the hope of becoming a famous writer?" An old man in a Zhongshan suit asked while looking at the jumping numbers.

The old man in black, who was called Lao Wang, smiled and said, "I have confidence in him. It is actually very simple to become a famous artist. When his works show the bearing and thought of a famous artist, he is qualified to become a famous artist. The so-called voting is just a process recognized by the public."

The old man in Zhongshan suit nodded in approval: "Indeed, voting is the least important part of the certification of famous artists. Many people put the cart before the horse and think that a national sales volume or hasty voting is the key to determining the martial arts masters."

The old man in black sighed: "I founded the Xiami tribe in order to do more for the martial arts world, because you and I know that the development of martial arts has encountered a bottleneck, and this bottleneck needs someone to break it. This "Seven Weapons" by Luoyang undoubtedly gave me hope."

Yes, the old man in black is the founder of the Xiami tribe, a capital tycoon with a technical background, Wang Tianquan.

The traffic of Xiami Tribe ranks among the top three in the country, and the founder Wang Tianquan has made great contributions. The standard of martial arts masters was also proposed by Wang Tianquan, and he has been recognized by the Dragon Country Writers Association through hard work.

This is an old man who has loved martial arts since he was young. The martial arts of Dragon Country have always been on the edge of the mainstream in recent years and have not fallen out, mostly thanks to this old man.

"It's a pity... I don't know if Luoyang can handle a long martial arts novel..." Wang Tianquan seemed to think of the decline of martial arts in the past few years, and there was a hint of sadness in his eyes.

"You and I know that only innovation can save martial arts. Luoyang did it, but unfortunately he wrote a novella." The old man in the Zhongshan suit also sighed, then stared at the voting numbers in the background, and smiled and said: "Not bad, it has already reached 7 million support rates, and there is hope."

Before the words of the old man in the Zhongshan suit fell, the numbers in the background continued to jump wildly.

"7 million..."

"7.03 million..."

"7.05 million..."

The first hour was the fastest period of increase. Those who truly supported Luoyang would vote during this period, so the crazy increase in votes felt like it was soaring into the sky.

At the Xiake Magazine, Luo Dashan was also staring at the computer screen with a group of old editors at this moment. Everyone who was concerned about the trend of martial arts was paying attention to the vote of the Xiami Tribe tonight.

"It's been an hour, and Luoyang's support rate is just 9 million..."

"There's still 11 million left, but now the voting peak has passed..."

"Wait, I remembered that an old friend of mine is also an old member of the Xiami Tribe. I immediately called him to vote for Luoyang..."

"Who else knows someone, go and help vote..." A group of people in the magazine shouted nervously. This was related to whether Luoyang could become a famous writer, and the crowd was excited.

Although it had reached 9 million votes in one hour, no one dared to take it lightly at this moment, because people who had experienced this kind of thing in the past knew that after the first hour, the number of votes would drop significantly, and even increase at a snail's pace.

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Amber was also staring at the computer, calculating while looking at the current number of votes.

She quickly recorded the data of ten minutes, twenty minutes, half an hour and one hour in a notebook, and then wrote a series of formulas on the notebook, using extremely complex calculation methods to solve the numbers one by one...

"Five million in ten minutes, six million and three hundred thousand in half an hour, nine million in an hour...According to the probability and the rules of the past..." Amber muttered to herself, while the pen in her hand did not stop, still writing down complex formulas at a rapid speed.

A series of formulas were finally solved with Amber's efforts.

The final number was eight, and Amber's nervous face finally eased, and her two little tiger teeth smiled: "In eight hours, there will be one more famous person in Longguo."

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"There are still eight hours." At the same time, in the backstage of the Xiami Tribe headquarters, the staff looked at the time calculated by the computer and reported.

Wang Tianquan's expression flashed a trace of shock: "Eight hours?"

The staff confirmed: "According to the past rules, the support rate will reach 20 million in eight hours, and the error will not be checked for more than an hour."

The old man in the Zhongshan suit opposite Wang Tianquan smiled and said: "Okay, Lao Wang, since this martial arts master is stable, I will help you build momentum tomorrow."

After that, the old man in the Zhongshan suit smiled and left. If anyone who pays attention to the media will definitely recognize that this old man in the Zhongshan suit is a powerful editor-in-chief of the "Longguo Cultural Newspaper".

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At 4:30:15 in the morning, in the Xiami Tribe, Luoyang's voting rate exceeded the 20 million mark.

This news was like a whirlwind, sweeping across the entire martial arts novel world at the first time, and a new martial arts master was born!

Xiami Tribe issued a notice and opened a separate column for Luoyang at the first time. The moment the column was opened, Luoyang's book fans rushed in and posted to celebrate.

It was early in the morning, but Luoyang's column was very lively.

Book fans were throwing flowers and firecrackers, while some industry insiders were awakened by the ringing of the phone. The news that Luoyang became the 50th martial arts master in Longguo drove away their sleepiness.

"He did it..."

"A martial arts series..."

"It took less than eight hours to get 20 million supporters."

"Genius, genius, any description is nothing in front of a master."

"He is the youngest martial arts master in the history of Longguo, and he became a god with "Seven Weapons"!"

(The martial arts plot is almost over here. This chapter took more than two hours to write. Haha, continue to ask for monthly tickets! And I just saw that a friend sent a monthly ticket red envelope. Go and get it. It's at least 500 starting coins.)