Who traveled through time and was forced to inherit the position of young master?

As the six people stepped into the newly built hall, a burst of exclamations rang out, accompanied by a heated discussion, and the feeling of being spied on became stronger and stronger.

"Wow, this is Guan Canghai, he doesn't look very strong."

A man with a crew cut disagreed: "If you ask me, you guys are exaggerating too much. You just happened to uncover Tianquan's shady business, and you really think you are so powerful. It's just a way to attract attention."

As soon as these words were spoken, the air suddenly became quiet. A group of people took three steps back in unison, looking at the person who spoke as if he were an idiot.

Coincidence? The Blue Star people provoked Tianquan so much but nothing happened. There is no strength behind them or other forces involved in Guixin. Only a fool would think this is a coincidence.

The clattering sound of footsteps was extremely clear, as if stepping on every nerve of everyone present. Six figures approached against the light.

Stopping beside the sweaty man, six heads suddenly tilted, six pairs of eyes stared at the man with a broken smile, and spoke softly.

"Hey~ what are you talking about?"

The man with the crew cut suddenly stiffened and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"What are you talking about? If you have something to say, just say it in person."

Putting their hands on the shoulders of the guy with the crew cut, the two young men forced a smile, like hungry ghosts running out of hell.

The buzz cut man's sweaty face was blank, and there were only five words in his mind: My life is over.

Zhong An, who had walked a step closer, sighed, "Fang Shaoli, Bai Yuefeng, you two are scaring me to death."

"Really? I think this guy is very energetic." Fang Shaoli narrowed his eyes, "Isn't it, Brother Crop?"

The guy with the crew cut was in tears: If I say I'm crazy, will they let me go?

While Fang Shaoli and Bai Yuefeng were communicating in a friendly manner with others, Lu Yuan and Du Ruo were fanning the flames, and Zhong An was pulling at his limit, Fang Zhixin looked around.

Although he looked dazed, he was actually listening to the announcement in his ear.

The people in the dark thought they were observing these six people, but they didn't know that there was a pair of eyes behind them, collecting information about them.

Paddy, who was holding the small flowerpot, shuddered suddenly. The shrunken flower in the pot stretched out its branches and shook, as if asking what was wrong.

"Is it an illusion? I always feel like someone is watching me."

The huge temporary settlement is divided into several areas. The area near the ancient star sea is the largest and is also the location of the organizer of the Interstellar League.

At this moment, the person in charge raised his hand high.

The huge projection screen lit up, reflecting his own figure. The noisy voices stopped and everyone's eyes focused on him.

Du Ruo curled her lips: "Why didn't he shout, "Everyone, look at me?"

Lu Yuan looked up: "Ah, maybe he felt that it would be uncool."

Several people complained openly, and the man with a buzz cut quietly slipped away.

The person in charge standing on the stage had a cross on his forehead and a stiff smile. "Damn little devil, can I hear you?"

"Ahem, welcome to the contestants from all over the interstellar world. I am the person in charge of the Interstellar League. On this clear and bright day..."

Fang Zhixin chuckled: "You were just being lazy and didn't revise the manuscript."

We have arrived at the ancient starry sea, and the weather is clear and the moon is bright. Do you want to listen to what you are saying?

A group of people covered their foreheads. Do the people on Blue Star know how to use spiritual power to block out sounds? Can the person in charge hear it?

The person in charge with a dark face stared at the six people in the audience, wishing he could kick them into the monster's mouth right then and there.

On purpose, these guys definitely did it on purpose!

Suddenly, a voice was heard from the second floor.

"Let's forget about the formalities. Let's just announce the rules and start the competition."

Philen lay back in his chair bored, becoming very impatient with the person in charge's long speech.

When they saw Philen, there was an excited shout from the crowd. Some people were so excited to see their idol that they almost mutated, and they transformed on the spot to express their excitement.

The person in charge on the stage spoke faster: "Then I won't say much. The rules are very simple. Whoever kills more monsters and gets more points will be the winner. By the way, points can be snatched."

"The competition lasts one month, life or death, that's all."

Feeling the stiff atmosphere, the person in charge sneered in his heart, thinking that he really thought the Ancient Star Sea was a good place, and that the bug was a good thing.

To let the world see it? But he had to survive, from the monsters, from the opponents, in every sense of the word.

Feel the cruelty, you egomaniacs!

The moment the rules were announced, the atmosphere off the field suddenly became tense.

"Although there were casualties in the Star League in the past few years, they were at least under control. Are you risking your life this time?"

"Is this the rule? What a lousy rule! Isn't this the most primitive form of fighting? They even allow people to steal points from each other. This is clearly a plan to kill people."

Person in charge: "Stealing points doesn't mean killing each other. It's okay to pray that your opponent will let you go."

"Can I withdraw from the competition?"

The person in charge smirked: "Of course you can, but you only have one chance. It's not too late to withdraw now, but you won't have another chance later."

"Can we use outside forces? What will the league provide? Will you interfere with the players' fights? The games will be broadcast live, which means the league will watch the players die?"

"Person in charge, can you answer all of them?"

A group of people suddenly turned around to look at Fang Zhixin who raised his arm, and collectively gave him a thumbs-up.

What a great question!

The person in charge gritted his teeth, making a creaking sound.

It would be better to kick these people into the sea of ​​​​stars. They asked such tricky questions and set a trap of moral kidnapping for me. They are really a bunch of bastards.

Fang Zhixin urged: "Please answer my questions, person in charge, and don't be distracted."

Everyone put their hands together and said: Sister, just ask more questions!

The person in charge tried to maintain a smile: "Outside forces are not allowed, but special tools that you have do not count. We will promptly provide you with the current status of the monster distribution and will not interfere in the battle. Of course, we will also rescue the players in time."

"But sometimes the situation is critical and there is nothing we can do if we can't save them, so it's better for everyone to think it through."

Fang Zhixin clenched his left fist and clapped it to his right palm, pretending to have suddenly realized something: "Oh, I understand. Life and death are determined by fate. You are not responsible for this, and you cannot care about some open and secret struggles. But you will be responsible for live broadcasting and earn money from the people of the StarCraft. Is that what you mean?"

A group of people gasped, almost sucking the air out of the place, and their eyes were filled with shock.

Everyone thought in unison: She is so bold.

Turning his head to look at the platform, the person in charge seemed to be hit by several arrows. He shook his body and was just a little bit away from death.

The person in charge's face suddenly sank, and he asked seriously: "Blue Star representative - Guan Canghai team, are you questioning the league?"

Lu Yuan frowned: "Just to be honest, can't these questions be answered?"