Fifty-three thousand points of combat power!

Su Qi finally wrote the last 50,000 words, and 3,000 more, winning the first place on the Great Saint List.

Everyone was amazed and felt incredible, and continued to look at other positions on the list.

The second place is Xie Ziyi's "Wukong", with a combat power of 51,000 points.

As for the third place, he was a not very famous ordinary writer. He updated the book 50,000 words and got the third place. His book became popular because of this and benefited a lot.

The great gods looked at the combat power index of "The Legend of Wukong" on the list and said nothing for a long time. He actually did it. He counted 50,000 words a day. He succeeded in such an incredible thing.

Xie Ziyi leaned on the chair, feeling powerless all over his body, silently browsing Su Qi's latest updated chapter of "The Legend of Wukong". The quality of the article was as tough as ever, without any reduction due to the improvement of the degree.

The code is fast and the article is of high quality. How did he do it?

Not only Xie Ziyi was confused, but many writers also responded that they were in this industry and could not understand the work of coding. It was almost impossible to have both quality and quality!

Fan group of Huaguoshan.

"It's really updated fifty thousand words?"

"Teacher Cang is so amazing."

"How did it do it?"

"Can your fingers still move?"

"It's so hard, it's really so hard!"

"This is the author of conscience. You must do it when you say it!"

"From now on Ye Cang's lifelong pink."

"Take me one upstairs, and I have been loyal fans since then."

"Do you guys now? The content of "The Legend of Wukong" is still as high-quality as ever."

"Yes, it looks so good. I didn't write it randomly to improve my degree."

"This is simply a genius writer."

Gradually, everyone stopped talking and began to concentrate on reading books. They were all involved in the world of "The Legend of Wukong". There was a sentence in it that shocked many people.

"...Where did I be born?" Sun Wukong thought, "Where did I be born? Where did I be born?"

For a moment, I felt that my heart collapsed, and countless memories fell straight into the bottomless abyss, just like the feeling he felt when he threw himself into a squirrel's tree hole.

"Ah! I don't know, don't know, don't know!" He covered his head and shouted, "Heart hurts, it hurts!"

"Oh, the tight hoop curse. Guanyin, you are cruel enough..." The voice murmured, and suddenly started to sound louder: "Sun Wukong, you have to remember what you said to me back then! You said..."

"I want nothing in the world that I can't defeat!"

Sun Wukong's words made everyone feel terrified, I want there is nothing I can't defeat in this world?

Involuntarily, they thought of Su Qi, who was stubborn and had to finish the "Book of Wukong" even with his last breath, and he was determined to win the first place on the list. Even if it was evil son Yi, he was not afraid.

Even the Supreme God is not his opponent. This is the second time he has won the first place on the list and the second time he has defeated Xie Ziyi.

The first time he won on Weibo was a lucky victory, but this time, he relied on his own efforts to release an update of 50,000 words without saving the manuscript, and defeated Xie Ziyi again with a slight gap.

This is a lunatic!

Home.

Su Qi leaned on the chair, closing his eyes slightly. He didn't have the energy to think about anything else now. He was really exhausted physically and mentally. He sat in front of the computer for a whole day without moving, his fingers never left the keyboard, and he was highly focused and forced to write an update of 50,000 words.

The fingers that were on the chair were trembling slightly at this time, and the fingertips were red. He was really tired.

Once you press the joints gently, there will be a crisp "crunch" sound, but it will be much more comfortable.

"Lingling."

A cheerful call ringtone suddenly rang in the quiet room. Su Qi picked up the phone on the computer desk and glanced at it. It was Lin Xianxue.

After pressing the hands-free button, Su Qi answered the phone in this way. He was too lazy to pick up his phone again.

"Are you exhausted today? I just read your novel and updated 50,000 words at once?" Lin Xianxue's voice of concern and blame came from the other side of the phone.

Only then did Su Qi remember that Lin Xianxue had been watching "The Legend of Wukong". She must have known what happened today through the Internet, so she called to ask. Su Qi felt a little warm and touched for a moment.

He smiled and said, "Hey, I'm not very tired."

"Just show off your power, what if your fingers get tired?" Lin Xianxue naturally didn't believe Su Qi's words and blamed him a little scared.

Su Qi touched his nose: "It's really okay, by the way, how are you doing there?"

Lin Xianxue said: "It's not like that, it's all good. The auditions are in two days."

"Success, remember to pass the audition, if you want to play the promotion match, you will open the tips."

Lin Xianxue said curiously: "What exactly is the gift you gave me?"

Su Qi smiled mysteriously: "There is a priceless treasure inside."

"Belief, you have a good rest first, you're dead."

After talking to Lin Xianxue, Su Qi felt much more comfortable. It turned out that someone in this world cared about him.

Just as I was thinking, the phone rang out not long after I hung up. This time it was called by Qidian Editorial Department. After the call was connected, the other party turned out to be Su Qi's editor-in-chief, Liudao.

The main purpose of the Six Paths hitting is to care about Su Qi's physical condition. After all, a daily number of 50,000 words is indeed incredible, and it will definitely damage your fingers.

Su Qi felt warm again. Liudao is really good and has always been very attentive to him.

That night, Su Qi fell asleep in a daze on the chair. It was not until the next morning when the sun shone in, Su Qi woke up slowly.

After squinting his eyes in habit, Su Qi looked at his fingers and moved slightly. Although he was still sour, he had almost recovered. He still had the last 7,000 words of "The Legend of Wukong". After coding today, the book "The Legend of Wukong" was completely over.

At the same time, today is also the last day of the opening of the Great Saint List. The readers who vote the most votes will count the final ranking based on the rankings of the first two items.

The computer was not turned off and it was still on the desktop screen. Su Qi directly opened the browser, and several push news entered his eyes.

"The Great Saint List is changing, and all the authors are making strange tricks everywhere."

"The daily number is 50,000, and the new great god Ye Cang's path to becoming a god."

"Xie Ziyi is not an opponent either, and the strongest newcomer in history has appeared in the online literature industry."

Looking at the headlines, Su Qi laughed. The online literature world in this world is different from the previous life. Once there are any movements, they can be on the news. Unlike in the previous life, how can they be treated like this?

Now his ranking in the artist rankings is getting lower and lower, but he is not in a hurry, because he believes that once his identity as Ye Cang is exposed, Ye Cang's popularity will be added to him. At that time, his ranking in the artist rankings will definitely explode, and he may reach the top ten of the third-tier artists.

Open Qidian Chinese website, the purpose of the page is the ranking of the Great Saints. The third round has begun. The first place is his own "The Legend of Wukong", with the votes hitting the second place Bai Yi Ruoxue's head.

On the contrary, Xie Ziyi actually ranked fourth, which was a bit beyond Su Qi's expectations. Jun Moyan was the third place, but now the third round has just begun, and Xie Ziyi may come from behind.
Chapter completed!