Release the Douyin Immortal World version, the Holy Land Patriarch broke the defense

On the stage, the members of the Jin'ao Island team and the Langlangshan team were on both sides. Everyone leaned straight on their chairs, and their hands holding their phones began to tremble unconsciously.

Even Jin Shanshan, who had the cultivation of the God of Transformation, was no exception.

He had grown up with a silver spoon in his mouth and had seen all kinds of scenes. He had witnessed the battles between the Mahayana masters with his own eyes.

But at this moment, he was nervous sitting in the competition seat, especially when he turned his eyes to the surroundings.

The dazzling lights, the cheering audience, the gorgeous stage, each of them made his blood boil and his heart beat faster.

At the same time, Lin Ye, who was sitting in the VIP seat, still felt that something was missing. After thinking for a while, he took out his mobile phone and searched in Douyin.

Soon he found a background music called Silver Mark in Douyin, and he handed the phone to Lei Jun.

"The current background music is not good."

"Go, change the background music to this one."

Although he didn't understand why Lin Ye wanted to change the background music, Lei Jun still did it quickly.

After more than a minute, the other background music on the scene stopped instantly, and then a burst of exciting background music resounded throughout the venue.

At the moment the background music sounded, the faces of the two contestants on the stage, who were originally very nervous, changed instantly.

Inexplicably, they felt that their emotions were mobilized, and they became more and more excited, until their blood boiled, and they wanted to fight with their opponents immediately.

They were like this, and the audience in the field were almost the same. Listening to the melody that kept echoing in their ears, they were more excited than each other, and the people standing on the stage seemed to have become themselves.

"Fuck! What kind of music is this? It sounds so exciting."

"Yeah, it feels like what's happening on the stage now is not a game competition, but a life-and-death duel."

"It makes me want to fight someone!"

"I feel like I'm back to the days of fighting with the demon sect and the demon cultivators hundreds of years ago."

"No, it gives me goosebumps and makes me want to pee."

"Come on, Jin'ao Island team, win the championship!"

"Why should Jin'ao Island team win the championship? I think Langlangshan team should be the champion this time!"

"You're talking nonsense. If Jin'ao Island didn't rely on money and a little bit of luck, how could it make it to the finals? They are the worst among all the participating teams."

"What did you say?"

"Why, you want to fight! Can you do it, you useless casual cultivator!"

"Fuck you! What's wrong with casual cultivators! Fellow Taoists, beat him up!"

The finals on the stage haven't started yet, and the duel in the audience has already begun.

Although their cultivation was banned, their physical strength was not to be underestimated. They raised their fists and beer bottles and smashed them.

Fortunately, the staff on the scene acted in time, which prevented the conflict from escalating further.

At this time, the final championship game officially started. With the referee's order, the players of both sides immediately entered the game state.

A group of ten people drove flying swords on the rugged and complex track, chasing each other. Everyone tried their best and dared not make any mistakes.

The originally noisy competition venue was now only filled with passionate war songs, and no other sounds. From the guests to the audience, everyone was silent.

Whether it was a young cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage or a big man in the Fusion Stage, they all focused on the game.

Everyone was looking forward to the final result.

Everywhere in the Tianyuan Continent, in major sects, major cities, and major markets, there were figures standing still.

Over the North Sea, two Nascent Soul cultivators were fighting for a spiritual medicine one second ago, and one of them suddenly shouted to stop the next second.

"My fellow Daoist on the opposite side, stop for a moment. I just watched half of the game. The championship game should have started now. Wait until I finish watching the championship game before we fight."

As soon as these words came out, the Nascent Soul cultivator on the opposite side, who had already used his ultimate move, immediately stopped what he was doing.

"Championship game? Now that you mention it, I remember it. Let's stop for a moment and decide who owns this spiritual medicine after the game."

"By the way, which team do you support?"

"Of course it's Langlang Mountain. That's the pride of us casual cultivators."

"What a coincidence. I also support Langlang Mountain."

The atmosphere between the two sides eased instantly.

Under the attention of the public, the game was also extremely fierce. Both sides chased each other, and various skills and tactics appeared frequently.

Although Jin Shanshan's incredible luck appeared again during this process, under Shen Lang's superb skills and calm command, the Jin'ao Island team still lost the game with a slight disadvantage.

When the final result appearedAt that moment on the big screen on the stage, the five members of the Langlangshan team threw their mobile phones on the table at the same time, and then stood up in unison. The five young monks who only had Qi Refining cultivation hugged each other tightly, with the joy of victory on their faces.

And the host's passionate voice came from the side.

"The sword energy spanned 30,000 miles, and the sword light chilled the 19 continents. Let us congratulate the Langlangshan team for winning the final victory of the game and winning the championship of the first Sihai Cup Qiuqiu Flying Sword Professional League!"

"With thousands of troops and one general, it is not difficult to take things out of the bag. Tonight's championship belongs to Langlangshan, and tonight's glory belongs to Shen Lang!"

"Let's shout out the name of the champion team together!"

When the host's voice fell, hundreds of thousands of spectators in the audience immediately shouted in unison.

"Langlangshan! Langlangshan! Langlangshan!"

Then the whole audience applauded for a long time.

Just at this time, the spotlight above the stage also hit Shen Lang and his four teammates.

At this moment, they emerged from their cocoons and became butterflies. At this moment, they ascended to become gods, with glory and starlight. No one cared about their hundred years of cultivation, but they won the championship in one fell swoop and the world knew about it.

Even a great master would look dim when he came to them.

Jin Shanshan and the four members of his team who missed the championship were depressed.

This was the first time he felt the feeling of failure in his life, but he quickly cheered up again.

"Humph! It doesn't matter. The taste of failure is actually quite good. At least I beat that bastard Ye Chenxin!"

"Next time! Next time I must win the championship."

"Wuwuwu... I really want to touch the trophy..."

The young master of Jinao Island shed tears at this moment.

The second place Jin Shanshan was like this, not to mention the other participating teams. The most uncomfortable one was Ye Chenxin. According to the total score, he only got third place. If he abided by the previous agreement, he would not only have to post a vibrato to admit that he was the big color pen, but also call Jin Shanshan his godfather.

While everyone was in different moods, the host spoke again.

"After 12 hours of fierce battle, our first Sihai Cup Qiuqiu Flying Sword Professional League finally decided the champion. Next, please invite our Sihai Pavilion Northern Region Manager Lei Jun and a group of guests to present awards to the players who achieved excellent results in this competition!"

As soon as the voice fell, Lei Jun led the seniors and great men of the Xiuxian Sect in the front row to slowly walk onto the stage.

The 12 teams participating in the finals and some teams with outstanding performance also took the stage to receive awards one by one.

The prizes include medals, certificates, bonuses, and Guling brand cigarettes, Goode brand beer, Wuling liquid, Guchi brand high-end rings, etc. sponsored by Sihai Pavilion.

Lei Jun even shook hands with each contestant cordially.

When the contestants received their medals, certificates, and prizes, their originally depressed expressions instantly became excited.

After the awards were presented to these people, it was the turn of the main event. The rest of the people left, and only the champion team Langlangshan team was left on the huge stage.

With a light sound, a beam of bright light shone directly on the podium in the middle, and the huge Nine Dragon Sword Cup was illuminated and shone brightly, emitting a different light.

"Please ask the champion team to step onto the podium and raise the glory that belongs to you together!"

As soon as Lei Jun finished speaking, Shen Lang took a deep breath, and then took his four teammates to step onto the steps of the podium step by step, and finally the five of them gathered together beside the stone platform.

The next second, the five people put their palms on the base of the trophy.

Roar!

Suddenly, the trophy shone brightly, and a huge nebula crack appeared above the trophy. Then, the huge shadow of the nine dragons pulling the coffin broke through the void, leaving an unforgettable scene in the hearts of the audience present and the audience in the live broadcast room.

Click!

An audience member sitting in the front row excitedly took out his mobile phone to freeze the scene at the best angle.

Half an hour later, this photo topped the Douyin hot list, and a paragraph of text appeared along with the photo.

"Practicing is no longer the only way out. No one is destined to ascend to immortality. Mahayana has its own scenery, and Qi refining has its own romance. When the great roc rises with the wind, it soars up to 90,000 miles. I was born with talent and it must be useful. I will recover after my cultivation is gone. The era of e-sports begins today!"

As soon as the photo and video came out, it immediately resonated with countless cultivators. Many cultivators began to reflect on whether their day-to-day cultivation was meaningful and worthwhile.

At the same time, Lin Ye, who had returned to Sihai Pavilion after the game, threw a bag of spirit stones to the person in front of him.

"Well done, continue to lead the rhythm in the comment area and let them find their true selfI, don't be obsessed with cultivation, let them take off the long gowns of foundation building on their own initiative, and spread the theory that cultivation is useless. "

"Okay, Master, I will do it now."

As he spoke, the person kneeling in front of Lin Ye slowly raised his head, and he was Zhou Wei, who was entrusted with an important task by Lin Ye before.

At this moment, he was extremely excited, and his eyes were full of admiration for Lin Ye.

At this moment, he deeply realized the gap between ordinary disciples of the Demon Sect and the great Demon Lord. What they did before was at most disgusting the righteous path, while what their Demon Lord did was directly digging the roots of the righteous path.

"Master Demon Lord is really too bad!"