Chapter 038 Recorded Disciple

After the tall Irich blood strip was emptied, he knelt at my feet with a bang, and then turned into a white light and flew out of the arena.

The silence, the suffocating silence lasted for more than ten seconds, and then the crowd burst into a shocking noise.

"Lord, what did I see? What exactly did I see?"

"The first barbarian in the European service, Ilyich, the top ten masters in the list, was killed so simply."

"This self-made demon is really powerful. I want to date him."

"The skills of the Chinese server are really amazing."

"I'm going to the Chinese service to join the Chinese service school."

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First, this PK is not about national honor. Second, the European service is composed of several countries, not all of them are German players. Third, there are deep-rooted knight ideological constraints, so after I defeated Ilyich, I did not arouse the public indignation of the players, but won a burst of cheers.

"Mr. Mo, it's really a wonderful match." Rod rubbed his palms and came to my side, spitting stars and said,

"Mr. Mo, Mr. Mo." Davis also rushed over from the outside, and his face was full of admiration for me: "I have something to ask you,,."

"Please." This guy said something inexplicably, and I didn't even react to it.

"Yes." Davis nodded seriously and said loudly, "I want you to take me as an apprentice and teach me combat skills."

"Ha." I just felt that the thunder was rolling and couldn't help laughing, "It's not that I don't promise you, it's just that I can defeat Irich with my skills and have nothing to teach you."

"Mr. Mo, you are so modest,,,,,." Davis was not moved at all and said firmly, "Xiao He has told me about your experience just now. Although I don't understand many things, I can be sure that you, I am a demon, is the first master of the Chinese server, the super player among the super players."

"Davis, what are you talking about?" When Rod heard what Davis said, his eyes fell out and his voice was trembling: "You are the best master of Chinese service."

"No, that's right." Davis said affirmatively, "Xiao He told me that it would never be wrong, Mr. Magic, oh, no, Master Magic, please accept me as an apprentice."

After saying that, this guy knelt down on one knee in full view of the public and looked at me with piety.

"Well... that... Xiao He..." I hurriedly turned sideways and said to Xiao He who followed, "You persuade Davis that so many people are watching."

"Mr. Magic." In front of outsiders, Xiao He didn't call me a real name: "Davis is stubborn. Once he decides, I can't convince him."

"Yes." Davis hit the snake with the stick: "In your China, this is called male chauvinism."

"Dizzy..." I'm a little speechless,

"Master Magic, if you don't agree, then I won't get up." When Davis saw that I hadn't let go, he said another strong sentence,

"Get up first." I couldn't resist this guy. He shrugged his shoulders and said, "There is a big difference between Chinese and European players' understanding of the game. I don't know if my theory is suitable for you. Well... Well, I can accept you as a registered disciple."

"Named disciple." Davis doesn't understand,

"The so-called registered disciple basically agrees to accept you as an apprentice, but Mr. Mo will not force you to do anything, let alone ask you to give up your current style to adapt to his theory and tactics... In short, it is very broad and not binding." Xiaohe explained,

"Oh, oh, oh, just take me as an apprentice." Davis hugged me in a very Chinese style and said something that made me very painful: "Master, please be worshipped by your disciples."

"Wh." I reached out and took Davis and said depressedly, "Where did I learn these messy things? It's not ancient China now. There's no need to be so formal. Although I'm your master in name, we are actually good friends."

"Yes, yes, yes." Davis nodded repeatedly and was excited.

"Ha." Rod said enviously, "Davis, congratulations on meeting a famous teacher. As long as you study hard, you may be famous in a few days, but... Mr. Mo, you defeated Ilyich today. Be careful of his revenge."

"I'm a demon. I don't accept it. Get out of here." We are talking lively. Outside the arena, Irich ** rode a beast and rushed over like a hurricane.

"Irich, what are you doing?" Rod had a lot of confidence at this time: "The first victory and defeat of the Honor Battle have been divided. According to the regulations, you still have two opportunities to challenge me in three days. If you decide to fight with me now, then issue a system announcement, and I will include it in the second match."

"I launched a challenge. I'm going to cut him into minced meat." Ilyich was crazy and shouted,

"Ireich, that's enough." Just as Irich was crazy, the arena trembled, but a player riding a heavy armored rhinoceros with a European spear in his hand rushed over.

"Why is Alman here?" Rod's face changed slightly and he subconsciously muttered,

"Yaerman... This man is very strong." I also felt the momentum of that guy and nodded slightly.

"It's not just very strong..." Rod said with lingering heart, "Arman is a veteran master of European service. He has been in the top five since the day the game was launched. Of course, these are not the key. The key is that he and Ilyich are best friends."

"Oi, I see." I shrugged my shoulders and smiled,

"Yaerman, you're here just in time." When Ilyich saw Alman, he was suddenly overjoyed: "I launched a battle of honor. Now that you and I have joined hands, let's teach this ignorant oriental man a good lesson."

"Ilyich, shut up. Don't you think it's embarrassing enough?" Although Alman was aggressive, he did not directly conflict with me. Instead, he scolded Ilyich: "As early as when you issued the announcement of the battle of honor, the boss asked me to come and have a look, but I didn't expect that you had been defeated in less than 30 seconds. What else is there to say now?"

"Yallman, I'm just not used to the way of playing in the East." Irich's face is red and his ears are red,

"Hmm." Arman snorted coldly, urged the rhinoceros to look at me, and said blankly, "At least you are a European knight. If you lose, you will lose. You don't need to make any excuses."

Ilyich seemed to be a little afraid of Aerman. He stared at me fiercely, held the tomahawk and stopped talking.

"You are the first master of the Chinese server." After drinking Ilyich, Alman asked condescendingly,

"It's not the first master, it's just an ordinary player." I don't know what this product means. I'm very modest and polite.

"Since Irich announced the battle of honor with you, our boss has asked people to investigate your information. Although it is not very complete, it is enough to explain some questions." Alman said, "It is said that half a month ago, you defeated the King of Qin in the mainland and successfully won the first place in the middle service."

"You said that it was half a month ago." I smiled and said, "There is no eternal strong man in the game, and there is no eternal weak man."

"That's good. I won Irich but I'm not proud at all. You're not bad." Arman nodded and said, "But I want to ask you, you came to the European server with such a high profile, and defeated the cutting-edge players of our chariot, you want to demonstrate."

"Mr. Aerman, I think it's very wronged." I shrugged my shoulders and said, "First, I came to Europe with a low profile and did not mean any provocation. Second, the battle of honor was also proposed by Mr. Irich. I fought passively. Both of these points can be proved by Mr. Rod, Mr. Davis, and the players present at the banquet."

"Yes, I can swear by the honor of the bullfighting organization. Mr. Mo didn't lie." Rod stood up decisively,

"I can also testify." Davis stood side by side with me,

"Very good, that is to say, there is no national enmity between you and Ilyich, it's just a friendly competition." Aerman asked,

"It can be said." I frowned and added, "It's just that this competition is known as the [Battle of Honor]."

"Oh, Mr. Mo is really cautious." Yarman saw through my intention and smiled, "Don't worry, we European players always keep our word. If you can resist the two counterattacks after Irich, he will definitely listen to you obediently."

"Then I haven't thought about it, as long as Mr. Irich won't hate me." I laughed,

"Of course not." The spear in Armand's hand raised slightly and said with a smile, "I just want to ask if Mr. I am willing to have a [war of honor] with me."

"Yaerman, what do you mean? We are best friends. Why don't we join hands to kill him?" I haven't said anything yet, and Ilyich next to me interrupted,

"Honor." Alman said lightly, "My self-made demon represents the middle server. If we work together, it will give the world's players the impression that we will only win more."

"But that's the rule of the battle of honor." Irich was a little anxious: "If I win, I won't care how many helpers I have found."

"Irich, you still can't calm down." Aerman looked like he was in control of everything: "I defeated myself. Although you can't hang on your face, you have finally saved the face of our European players. If I lose to me, I can also measure the gap between me and him. In this way, we can make more preparations in the next revenge match."

What Alman said is reasonable. Ilic's face turned red, but he did not refute it.

"Well, Mr. Mo, how dare you fight with me?" Arman looked at me and said confidently,

"Do you have to fight?" I sighed,

"For the honor of the knight." Aerman said lightly,

"Well, come on." I took two steps back and raised the Youquan soul-gathering knife in my hand.

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