Chapter 667 Champion Xiao Wanfeng!(1/2)
"Let us congratulate the champion of this Tianluo battle!"
"He is the heir of the Semi-Saint family, Mr. Xu, Xu Dechang..."
The host's voice echoed in the Tianluo Field, but when he said this, he paused for a long time.
Faintly, the audience could still hear subtle scoldings: "Not here yet? Send this person's information, hurry up!"
After a while, while everyone was speechlessly staring at the last person left in the ring, the host's voice finally came alive again.
"...'s servant!"
"He is the super mortal Xiao Wanfeng who has just joined the First Floor of Heaven and awakened the ancient sword cultivation intention in the ring!"
"Yes," the host added heavily, "You heard me right... Mortal! Champion! Unprecedented!"
There was a loud bang.
The host's voice was firm, and the audience's curses suddenly erupted.
"What about playing crazy? Is he the champion?"
"This damn official is committing a crime against match-fixing. It was obviously Mr. Xu who won the match. Why did it end up with this guy on the stage?"
"Can he stand? Can he withstand Luo Yin's punch? Can he withstand Xu Shao's sword?"
"This... is simply ridiculous. I'm going to file a complaint! This Tianluo battle is not started by your Tianluo field. Behind it is the Holy Temple. If you do this, aren't you afraid that the responsibility will fall and you won't be able to shoulder it?"
The roar of anger from the onlookers came like a tsunami.
The lonely Xiao Wanfeng held a saucer and stood stiffly on the stage, waving his hands and smiling at the angry audience.
All that was left in his mind at this moment were the thousands of instructions given by Master Xu just now.
"Remember, a person's success will be accompanied by endless criticism."
"They are jealous of you, and they hate you because you made them lose money, but as long as you can persist on the stage and enjoy everyone's criticism, you can win this championship."
"No matter how terrible things happen to you in the future, they will not be as terrifying as the curse that tens of thousands of people are casting on you right now."
"Face it calmly, Champion Xiao..."
Xiao Wanfeng's eyes lost focus.
In his eyes, the audience turned into big angry bananas.
Because only by imagining it this way could he try his best to block out the hateful words of these people.
Yes, he, Xiao Wanfeng, became the champion.
Inexplicable...
Just because Aunt Mu doesn't want to take over the championship, and Young Master Xu doesn't want the championship either... He, Xiao Wanfeng, doesn't even know what these two people think. These two people regard things that others have worked so hard to get.
Like a hot potato, I gave it away.
But no matter what, in this situation, the only one left pushed out by that hand was Xiao Wanfeng.
"Go to hell you!"
The audience angrily clawed at the railings and tried to rush out, but was stopped by the people maintaining order.
"Thank you, thank you everyone."
Xiao Wanfeng kept a stiff smile.
"Give me back 30,000 spirit crystals, you bastard! I am crushing Mr. Xu, so get off the stage!"
"Thank you, thank you everyone."
"How the hell do you have the nerve to stand there? Can you just disappear for me?"
"Thank you...uh, shall I go then?"
…
Inside the VIP box.
"Sister, do you see this?"
Xiao Lian looked at the completely chaotic scene outside the window.
In this scene, if it weren't for the throne of Tianluochang and Zhan Dao holding down the scene, it is estimated that the group of people would have gone directly to the stage and bitten Xiao Wanfeng!
Yaoyue also looked down with a headache.
She also couldn't understand why Xu Shao didn't win the championship. She was already prepared to lose money for Xu Shao's victory.
After all, most of the audience was focused on Xu Dechun, the successor of the Semi-Saint.
Even if the odds are reduced to the lowest, with a large number of people, grandma's family can still lose in this game.
But what I never expected was...
Making crazy money!
Of course, this comes at a cost.
Xu Shao gave up the championship, and the Tianluo War will be pushed to the highest point of public opinion by those who lost money. This is inevitable.
Because the Holy Temple has fairness and justice as its first priority.
It would be fine if Mu Xiaogong wins the championship in the end. Tianluochang can still avoid fighting Luo Yin with Xu Shao. In the end, his strength is exhausted and he chooses to give up.
But what I never expected was that it would be fine if Mr. Xu didn't win the championship, and neither would Mu Xiaogong.
In the end, the championship fell to a mortal!
In fact, Xiao Wanfeng is not necessarily an ordinary mortal. After all, he has awakened the sword intention.
But how can the audience care so much?
In their opinion, no matter how talented a mere servant of Mr. Xu is, can he be more talented than Mr. Xu himself?
This is absolute suppression at the class level, and it is something that cannot be reversed at all with the support of everyone.
"Master Xu, Master Xu..."
Yaoyue rubbed her temples, looked at Xin Gugu and said, "Has he always been like this?"
"Um."
Xin Gugu didn't even give any explanation.
All he was thinking about at the moment was that it was okay!
Fortunately, he was a miser. Fortunately, he did not listen to his heart and Xiao Wanfeng's decision, and put all the funds into Xu Shao or Mu Zixi as a bet.
If you really do this, you will really be like those people below, completely crazy.
"Xiao Wanfeng is the champion..."
This thing is so ridiculous!
It was so absurd that Xin Gugu, who just pushed Xiao Wanfeng into the ring to complete the task of serving tea and pouring water out of his own heart, and helped Mr. Xu to cheer him up, couldn't believe that that guy would be the real winner in the end.
"Snapped."
The door of the box was pushed open.
Xu Xiaoshou took Mu Zixi and Mo Mo inside.
"Master Xu."
Yaoyue stood up immediately and glanced in Mo Mo's direction with some surprise, but she didn't ask any more questions. She welcomed the three people to their seats at the same time and said, "Young Master Xu, this time, maybe he can do it."
It’s a bit too much.”
"oh?"
Xu Xiaoshou picked up a grape from the fruit plate on the table and threw it into his mouth, "Where has it passed?"
"Have played."
Yaoyue sighed: "If it is an ordinary competition, I can help Mr. Xu cover it up and let you play as you like, but in Tianluo Zhan, there is still the Holy Temple watching over it. This time it is very likely that after a big incident, even
We can’t solve it either.”
"Is that so..." Xu Xiaoshou hesitated and asked, "Tell me, how much does it cost?"
Yaoyue fainted immediately.
Even Xiao Lian had a headache and was holding her forehead.
Sure enough, in the eyes of the wealthy Mr. Xu, anything in the world can be solved with money!
"This is not a question of money..." Yaoyue said helplessly.
Xu Xiaoshou's expression changed, and he caught another grape, "I understand, tell me, how many hundred million?"
Yaoyue: "..."
She glanced back at Xiao Lian subconsciously.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, Xiao Lian just shrugged slightly, with an expression of "He's always been like this, and there's nothing I can do about it."
To be continued...