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Chapter 185 Shaking hands and making peace?
"This...isn't this too strong?"

"yes……"

"I also watched Nu Lang's live broadcast. It's not like he hit the shooter on the road, and he didn't get beaten so badly..."

At this time, the anchor fans or passers-by in the audience looked at the wave of Wei En jumping the tower and forcibly killing Tetsuo in amazement, and they all said in shock.

Backstage, Liao Mo, who was originally sitting, suddenly stood up and said with a light smile, "It's expected."

Unlike him, Liu Feixing and Xiong Lie, who are also first-tier anchors, don't look very good-looking. If it weren't for this Mingshen who could find the live broadcast room and the evidence that he was a second-tier anchor, some major anchors would suspect that this guy is He is no longer a professional player invited by the platform!
These proud first-line anchors believe that only professional players can beat them so badly!
"Xiong Lie, what do you think of this guy?" Finally, Liu Feixing couldn't help asking.

Hearing this, Xiong Lie snorted coldly, but the pallor on his face could not support his confidence. He said, "How else can I see it? The first round is fine, and the second round was chosen because of Nulang." A short-handed hero, Wei En is relatively flexible, if Tetsuo's control skills are hidden, it will be a target for being beaten, what else can we think of?"

After saying this, Xiong Lie seemed to have raised some confidence, and said with a sneer: "Look, this Mingshen has exposed so many styles of play now, and in the team competition later, you will just watch this guy being targeted to death Bar!"

After finishing speaking, he walked directly to the competition room.

Liu Feixing also shook his head, gritted his teeth and said, "I don't believe it, you, a second-line anchor, can make such a big fuss!" His eyes turned hard, and he said in his heart, if you dare to face me, I will see if I don't catch you to death!

Of course, ideas are good, but reality is not necessarily good.

The one-on-one match between Shen Ming and Nu Lang almost filled up the heat of this host star match on the Xiaoyu platform.

Needless to say how hot this venue is, enough to hold 1 people, if it wasn’t for the Xiaoyu platform’s adequate preparations in the early stage, there are many security and management personnel maintaining the operation of the venue, otherwise a stampede might have happened, but At this time, the atmosphere in the venue was extremely hot, not to mention the popularity of the live broadcast of the anchor star game. You can see from the Xiaoyu platform that the popularity value of the live broadcast room has reached 8000 million!
Even though there are still anchors starting the broadcast, those anchors are also watching this All-Star Game, because this All-Star Game is so interesting!

The second-line anchor Mingshen beat the first-line anchor Nulang!

And it is said that this Mingshen even beat up the first-line anchor Chunbai before!

This immediately attracted everyone's attention, and the name Mingshen gradually appeared in everyone's eyes.

"Interesting."

"This Mingshen is really strong."

"That's right, Nulang's strength is still very good. After all, I learned top laner skills from watching his live broadcast. I didn't expect him to be abused so badly by a second-tier anchor!"

"By the way, didn't second-tier anchors not be invited to the Anchor Star Game before? Why did Xiaoyu recruit a monster this time?"

After defeating Nu Lang, Shen Ming left the competition room, and sat on the seat without even looking at him, with Nu Lang's face as if he had lost his soul. Presumably, Nu Lang would never have imagined that the second-line anchor whom he had despised so much, was It's so easy to hang yourself, right?
However, Shen Ming knows that hanging is a hanging, but it is not easy. There is one thing to say, the strength of Nulang is indeed a little stronger than that of Pure White. Maybe it is the personal ability of the top laner. When cleaning up the angry waves, Shen Ming was also troublesome.

But no matter how tricky it was, everything was under Shen Ming's control.

As Shen Ming left the arena, the other first-line anchors also entered the arena from the backstage. When Liu Feixing passed by Shen Ming, he narrowed his eyes and said, "You played well."

However, Shen Mingli ignored Liu Feixing, who felt good about himself, and walked past Liu Feixing directly.

Seeing that he was being ignored, Liu Feixing's complexion suddenly became a little ugly, he gritted his teeth and said, "This kind of person just owes a lesson! Is he really annoying when he gets mad!"

Xiong Lie grinned, his whole face looked a bit ferocious and said: "Stop talking so much, finish the heads-up match first, and then meet that guy later to see if he is really that strong!"

Xiong Lie was extremely confident: "Even if this guy wins against Nulang, do you really think that I regard him as powerful?"

"A second-tier anchor is a second-tier anchor after all, something that can't be on the stage! The Xiaoyu platform should come here this time to raise the popularity of this guy, but I didn't expect that this guy has something, we are all careless."

Seeing that what Xiong Lie said was reasonable, Liu Feixing nodded, glanced at Nu Lang who was still sitting on the seat, chuckled lightly, walked over and said, "What? Nu Lang, are you self-closing?"

The corner of Nu Lang's mouth twitched, without looking at Liu Feixing, he said in a deep voice, "Get lost!"

Liu Feixing sneered and said, "Are you really autistic?"

Unexpectedly, Nu Lang suddenly turned his head and stared at Liu Feixing, which frightened Liu Feixing.

I saw Nu Lang said in a vicious tone: "Liu Feixing, if you want to fight me, just say so, do you think I, Nu Lang, can be bullied by anyone?!"

Liu Feixing took a step back quietly, and said with a sneer, "Yes, I can't bully you, and you just lost to a second-tier anchor."

Nu Lang's eyes became more and more gloomy: "Liu Feixing, don't go too far, when you really meet that guy, just don't cry and call your mother!"

"Hahaha! Nulang, do you think I'm you?" Liu Feixing laughed wildly, "Don't worry, I won't lose to a second-tier anchor if I lose to anyone. As a first-tier anchor, this is a stain on my life what!"

Nu Lang gritted his teeth, finally let out a cold snort, ignored Liu Feixing, and left the competition room.

As soon as he walked out of the competition room, he saw Shen Ming's figure who hadn't gone far.

Shen Ming stood on the stage, watching him quietly.

Nu Lang naturally knew what Shen Ming was waiting for, he gritted his teeth, stepped forward, and stood in the sight of thousands of spectators.

The host didn't know how to smooth things over for a while, and stammered a little: "Uh... this is, are you two going to shake hands and make peace?"

"Shake hands and make peace?"

Shen Ming glanced at the host, and said calmly: "I said, I want him to apologize."

Because Shen Ming didn't have a microphone, the people in the audience couldn't hear what Shen Ming was saying, but the host could hear him clearly. Let Nu Lang apologize in front of so many people, this fan can't go berserk?
Nu Lang naturally knew what Shen Ming wanted him to do, and his complexion turned ugly to a certain extent for a while, looking at his fans in the audience, Nu Lang felt as if he was sitting on pins and needles.

(End of this chapter)