Chapter 1502 Antique Appraisal Expert

The audience cheered loudly. Lu Yang waved his hands all around and withdrew from the battlefield. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief. After the game was over, he also knew his own inadequacies. The equipment was 10 levels worse, which was indeed too much.

From the day he was grouped out of the competition list, he knew that his opponent was the 170-level Kantarō. He dared to level up without experience Dan, and he chose to fight recklessly because he knew that Kantarō's weaknesses were too obvious in this competition.

If the other top ten masters from the previous session had a single-line spell specialization above level 5 bloodline, or a melee level 4 bloodline or above, Lu Yang would not be able to reach level 170. Fortunately, he won easily. Forced to use other clones to use mixed skills, that is his ultimate move, and he will not use it unless it is absolutely necessary.

Today is relatively free, Lu Yang is not in a hurry to upgrade, his subordinates are also busy upgrading equipment, and there is no trouble outside, he can relax for a while, return to Tianyu Divine City, he walked into the arena, and came to his place with a ticket in hand. The game was comfortably watched in the private room.

He wants to see if there are any special masters. Those who can enter the main arena to fight are the top masters officially selected according to the arena points.

This year's competition is divided into the winner's group and the loser's group. Even if the players lose the battle, they will not be eliminated immediately, but will enter the loser's group to fight hard. In the future, the winner's group and the loser's group will compete for the final ten thousand people. rankings.

Lu Yang was sitting next to Bai Shi and Zhuo Jiu. After the first game was over, they were chatting together. When they saw Lu Yang coming, they all stood up to greet him.

"You're welcome, have you seen any masters?" Lu Yang asked.

Xia Yuwei glared angrily at Bai's Sanxiong and Liang Yun, the few single men, and said, "I saw a few masters, but these single dogs are looking at the wrong position."

All the men were speechless, and Zhuojiu showed embarrassed expressions, watching Qingqian Zimeng and Lan Yu who were in a private room snickering.

Lu Yang laughed, gave Lan Yu a look and asked, "What's the situation?"

Lan Yu hugged Lu Yang's arm and said to Lu Yang playfully, "I finally know the other side of Big Brother Zhuojiu, who is also a womanizer."

Zhuo Jiu looked embarrassed, scratched his face, and said with a smile: "Don't blame me, this woman is so mean."

"What girl." Liang Yun pointed to the field and said, "Just arrived in the third game, this girl is dressed in red, using fire techniques, and fighting the opposite player too much."

Lu Yang took advantage of the situation to look inside the field.

On the circular arena grass, a long and extremely beautiful mixed-race girl wears a red suspender top, showing her proud upper body, and below is a red high-slit long skirt, showing straight and white legs, no shoes on her feet. , with bare feet.

Lu Yang understood and said, "This girl deliberately packs her own. The appearance is a fashion match. If she fights like this in the arena, she is going to be a star."

Xia Yuwei clenched her fist and said angrily: "That's right, these few people who have never seen the world are drooling."

"No." Bai Shi and others denied it together.

"I saw it." Xia Yuwei said.

Doojiu and Bai Shi and the others were all hurt.

Lu Yang laughed and didn't bother to pay attention to them. He was too familiar with them. I often see such scenes. On the field, the girl in red was playing really dazzlingly. Specialization.

The skill combo is smooth and the reaction speed is first-rate. The opposite is a thief player. She was knocked down by her flames several times from the air, and every time she attacked, her expression was very accurate.

Lu Yang recognized who this girl was. She was the fire goddess of the 4th martial arts tournament in the previous life. She was a mixed-race girl from South Korea and the United States.

Qingqian Zimeng's voice rang in everyone's ears, and said: "The information is here, the girl's name is Lan Weier, and she is of mixed Korean and American blood. At the same time, she is also a representative sent by our hostile guild in South Korea. The next time Korea and China fight. , she must fight."

"It seems that I have to fight the Korean side in person." Bai Shi thought seriously.

"I feel that this task should be handed over to me." Liang Yun said.

Lu Yang looked at the two of them and said speechlessly: "Be careful, this woman is not as simple as she looks, her technique, I feel that she will be able to enter the top ten of the fire mage rankings this year. With his beauty and strength, and with the support of the behind-the-scenes financial master, he is a formidable enemy."

The crowd nodded.

Lan Yu suddenly exclaimed and said, "Look at the game in the third area, that Korean player is too much."

Lu Yang, Bai Shi and the others looked sideways. In that match, the Flaming Knife of the Jagged Brotherhood was playing against a Korean player. Lu Yang's eyes lit up and recognized that the Korean player was the puppet master Park mentioned by his subordinates. again.

inside the field.

Park Zaicheng put up eight puppets and flaming knives against each other. At this time, the flaming knives were clearly at a disadvantage. Park Zaicheng's puppet play was really weird, with four main attacks and four main defenses. The reaction speed of his brain is too fast, and the eight puppets are attacking and defending at the same time.

Puppets have blood, but even if the flame knife is a fifth-level blood specialization, it will be beaten to residual blood without even hitting half of a puppet's blood.

If it is said that Park Zaicheng's defeat of the flame knife will not arouse the anger of the players, the real anger is that when Park Zaicheng saw the residual blood of the flame knife, the left hand controlling the puppet was replaced by the left foot, and he sat on the ground. , controlling the eight puppets with his left foot and right hand, showing that he was humiliating the flaming knife.

inside the field.

"You dare to humiliate me." The flame knife was furious.

Park Zaicheng showed a mocking smile at the flame knife, and said while operating: "Seeing your ability, I probably know what kind of strength Lu Yang is. Even if Lu Yang comes, I will fight him like this."

"You dare to humiliate my boss, I will kill you." The flame knife was furious, and charged towards Park Zaicheng frantically.

However, Park Jae-sung was not in a hurry to kill him, and used his control skills to humiliate him continuously. Obviously, the battle could be resolved in ten seconds. Park Jae-sung humiliated and beat the flame knife for 2 minutes.

"bang"

The white lion punched the wall of the private room and scolded: "Today I will take someone to kill him, he is courting death."

Lu Yang stopped the white lion and said, "You see, the Korean players are going to explode this year, with Lan Weier in front and Park Zaicheng now, don't use a large number of players for revenge because of this, what you think about now Yes, if you meet him, how can you fight him."

Kuai Ai frowned and said, "This is the first time I've seen the puppet profession. Leaving aside other aspects, this person is too powerful. Eight puppets are controlled like eight people, and there is no delay. This is too buggy."

Bai Shi calmed down and said, "I'm afraid I'm not necessarily his opponent if I meet him."

Lu Yang smiled and said, "His profession is exclusively for competitions, but on the battlefield, he can't have an advantage. There are too many people, and it doesn't make sense for him to control eighteen."

"Is there any way to defeat him?" Xia Yuwei asked.

Lu Yang said: "In a fight with a puppet master, on the one hand, it is better than the speed of reaction, and on the other hand, it is better than wisdom. There is no specific method. You can only find gaps when you are fighting on the spot. Such people are very scary, and I may not be able to win. he."

Bai Shi, Zhuojiu and others were all surprised, and some of them reacted. The Korean players who came this time were indeed different.

As Lu Yang said, the puppet player is really buggy, but it depends on who can use it well.

"Let's continue to watch the game." Lu Yang retracted his gaze and continued to watch the next game.

He found an interesting battle. There was a player of the clone bloodline in the arena. He already had four clones. There were five people in total including the main body. Obviously, this was a European player, or a young boy.

When he is fighting with people, he does not look at each other with his eyes, but listens with his ears. No matter what skills the opponent uses, he can know what the opponent is going to do, and quickly control the five occupations to respond together.

This person, Lu Yang, also knows that he is the blind high-player in the bloodline of the clone in the previous life. He is not blind, but a professional tuner who can clearly identify any note.

The player standing opposite the tuner was even more familiar to Lu Yang. It was Heisha, a black-haired expert with a dagger in both hands and a black scarf.

In the battle between the two sides, the tuner was very strong, but he was restrained by Heisha's extremely fast movement. In the end, Heisha won two wins and one loss and entered the winner's group.

...

For a whole morning, Lu Yang saw almost all the high-level players he was familiar with, as well as three other female players, including Xia Yuwei, six female players became the advertisements of this tournament, everyone's temperament. , The skills are different, and they are all very personal.

At noon, the game entered the break, and Lu Yang wandered outside. He came to Antique Street, which is now his treasure. The No. 1 antique store opened by Alice was completely closed. After he changed his camouflage coat, More than a dozen other stores have become his main battlefield.

As soon as he entered the second store, Lu Yang suddenly encountered a familiar back. His back looked a little hunched, and when he was looking at things, he brought his eyes very close, as if he couldn't see clearly from a distance.

Lu Yang walked around the back and walked in front of him. He saw his face. It was a middle-aged man with an oval face and thick eyebrows, but there was always a trace of indescribable melancholy on his face, as if there was something to worry about. Same.

"Friend, what's your name?" Lu Yang asked.

The hunchback man ignored Lu Yang and continued to look at the antique.

Lu Yang smiled and stood aside to wait. If he read it right, the person in front of him was the expert antique appraiser he had been looking for.