fifth form

Chapter 586 The first live broadcast of the sequencing event

For Chang Kongluo, since entering the Twilight Mansion, his world expansion can only rely on the Internet.

In the past six months, the live broadcasts have swarmed out, and Changkongluo has been popping up in many softwares.

After experiencing it over and over again, Changkongluo thinks Feiyu's live broadcast experience is the best.

One is that the software structure of Feiyu Live is more complete than other software, and the other is that Feiyu Live is willing to spend a lot of money to buy network services, and it has done a good job in the fluency and memory of the software.

Even for an audience like Lao Luo, some of his bright spots in Feiyu's live broadcast were remembered.

For example, when he registered the software for the first time, the first live broadcast room he entered, the first time he recharged, and the first time he tipped.

What satisfies Changkong the most is that Feiyu Live has newly established a "Hall of Fame".

The Hall of Fame distinguishes between anchors and visitors, and Chang Kongluo is the No.1 person in the visitor group.

Until now, there are still many people who come to look at him, a high-flyer who spends tens of millions, and from time to time, there will be bullet screens of "admiring the big guy".

Although Changkongluo will not be induced by virtual honor, he really enjoys this feeling.

Correspondingly, the long sky fell outside for a while, and finally returned to Feiyu live broadcast.

As usual, he was looking for today's fun.

Until I saw Song Fengying enter the venue of the sequencer event with a visual device.

"Brothers, let me tell you, there are five martial arts masters facing us, and our task is to knock down the other five!"

Song Fengying has two physical instincts, one is the 'flying sheep and walking the wall' genetic fighting technique that is almost integrated into the body, and she will show off her skills from time to time.

The other is the "live shooting" that has been integrated. Whenever and wherever, Song Fengying can hold up her visual instrument with increased capacity and modified camera components for live broadcast.

"I'll put on some official spare armor first, lest someone beat me to death indiscriminately. There is also a wooden sword here. This thing is useless to me!"

Song Fengying's nagging voice came from the visual device from time to time.

Chang Kongluo was familiar with the entire process of the sequencer event, so he didn't care about it.

In the live broadcast room, some people fell into the confirmation of mutual communication.

There are no spectators at the Sequencer event, and only referees judge the outcome through correspondingly arranged monitoring devices and shouting devices.

External interference is eliminated, which can create a real scene to the greatest extent.

There were never any spectators when the high-level Sequencers were fighting, and the audience was of no benefit to the Sequencers fighting.

If it is not for the need to judge the outcome, but also to avoid casualties, this kind of venue for the sequencers to adapt to does not even need referees.

The corresponding sequencer event not only lacks spectators, but even the participating personnel cannot see the competition scene.

But to announce to the outside world, Song Fengying's broadcast may be the first time.

After all, there are not many contestants who enter the competition with a visual device that is heavier than a brick.

The constant exchange of information swept across the live broadcast room, and the number of people in Song Fengying's live broadcast room began to increase after a few minutes.

"The rules of the organizing committee are still not perfect. It really makes people see the competition venue from her live broadcast. This may give some players a hint, thus 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 one wave!"

"By the time the players get into the game, the value of that information is gone."

Chang Kongluo was thinking about the relevant regulations of the Sequencer Festival, and then looked at Song Fengying who was behaving strangely.

He finally accepted that Song Fengying was out of place as a contestant and still engaged in live broadcast.

It is very rare to win the first place in the competition, and it is even rarer to be a sequencer who does not forget to broadcast live during the competition.

Changkongluo didn't say that there would be no one like Song Fengying, but there would be very few people who could imitate Song Fengying's behavior.

For most sequencers who train hard, the ultimate goal of everyone is to win the game, not to run in and do a live broadcast.

"Brothers, the airdrop is here. The airdrop has a big gift bag of supplies. Whoever can get the big gift bag will have more advantages!"

Song Fengying's excited voice sounded in the live broadcast room, Chang Kongluo let go of many thoughts and looked in the direction of Song Fengying's selfie.

"The countdown to the game is ten, nine, eight..."

The aircraft was moving on an irregular trajectory over the ruins of the Song family, and it was not fixed in any place.

When the countdown to the game on the loudspeaker reached 'zero', a white material box with an umbrella bag floated down on the aircraft.

The minimum number of such material boxes can be one, and the maximum can be ten.

The role of the material box is not only to bring advantages to the participating sequencers, but also to become a source of inducing battles, avoiding the situation of shrinking and delaying the competition.

"It ran pretty well!"

As soon as the voice of 'Zero' fell, looking at the direction in which the umbrella bag swayed and fell, Changkongluo only felt that the scene captured by the visual instrument was a little fuzzy in the rapid movement.

Song Fengying obviously turned on the running mode.

Even Changkongluo couldn't help admiring.

Song Fengying's live broadcast style is remarkable, and there are many complaints, but Song Fengying's ability to climb mountains and run across rivers is extremely high.

Good physical fitness, strong athletic ability, and quick response to various obstacles.

Even without genetic fighting skills, Song Fengying's ability surpassed more than [-]% of people.

When Song Fengying easily took off and went up the stairs and shuttled past, Chang Kongluo swiped an amount of '66666' as a tip.

"How about the veterans, Xuanxuan's speed of grabbing things is still fast, then the nearest martial arts master is about 300 meters away from me, and the obstacle distance has never been crossed!"

Song Fengying in the visual instrument took a breath.

But Song Fengying's hands and feet were not slow, and she opened the white supply box very briskly.

Inside the supply box is a simple version of the stun gun with a range of ten meters, the model is S1.

This is the product of the early development of the stun gun. The copper sheet in the gun relies on the ejection to conduct electricity, which not only has the problem of short shooting distance, but also the problem of shooting accuracy and the amount of ammunition reloaded.

But compared to the wooden weapons held by the contestants, this S1 stun gun can be called a dimensionality reduction strike weapon.

For many sequencers, few people can take a head-on blow.

Song Fengying hung the S1 stun gun on her waist. She ran fast and ran back fast.

"Chuzhou Long Xianghua, please give me..."

The sound of shouting came, and Song Fengying had passed the members of Chuzhou's strongest team who were intercepting laterally.

"Mother Song, you are so strong!"

In just about 5 minutes, Song Fengying had taken the material package and sent the stun gun to Song Sijia, which made Song Sijia very happy.

"Mama Song?"

Listening to Song Sijia's name shouted loudly, Song Fengying only felt that the persona of an older single woman who advertised in the live broadcast room collapsed.

But she quickly let go of this thought.

Long Xianghua, who was nearly 50 meters behind Song Fengying, had already caught up.

"Don't be afraid, it's just a basic version of the stun gun, and the people in this team are really sick. The captain is sick, and this woman is also sick. Only the woman who runs fast is in danger!"

Seeing the sallow-faced Song Sijia take over the stun gun, Long Xianghua was not wary of unfamiliar contact.

Long Xianghua felt that he could beat this kind of female players. If the female players were sick, he could beat ten of them.

"Tianyou, Xiangteng, Gao Sheng, and Feipeng quickly come and gather." Long Xianghua shouted, "Surround this fast-running woman."

"To!"

"To!"

"To!"

The three voices echoed from far or near, and when Long Xianghua was slightly satisfied, his eyes swept to another direction that did not respond.

"Gao Sheng, did you hear that? Let's get rid of these two girls first, and then deal with the others," Long Xianghua shouted.

"You want to surround and beat us, I will fight with you!"

Song Sijia yelled, and quickly bullied Long Xianghua with his body.

"Good come!"

Long Xianghua yelled, his eyes glanced at the stun gun that Song Sijia was carrying, he jumped up and approached quickly.

But before he landed, the stun gun sounded lightly, and the copper piece with the conductive wire had already hit his body.

An uncontrollable twitching sensation came from his body, and Long Xianghua's head fell into chaos.

He had obviously made a dodge that was predicted in advance, and the opponent's gun did not appear to be bound to fire, and he didn't even aim at it. No matter how unlucky he was, he should be able to dodge it.

"I can still shoot blind 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 at present.

Zhang Xuezhou shot blindly within a range of [-] meters, while Song Sijia's accuracy rate was also extremely high within [-] meters, even if the opponent dodged, it was difficult to dodge.

Especially with her sickly face, Long Xianghua focused more on Song Fengying, who was not wronged by being hit.

(End of this chapter)