Haitian Yishi and the others put down their cruel words and left, and the surrounding players saw that there was no excitement to see, so they dispersed one after another, and Wang Yuan also entered the arena with a group of rabble.

The teams of players are different from the spectators.

Once the spectators enter the arena, they are teleported directly to the spectator seats, while the participating players are teleported to the arena seats.

At this time, the audience was already crowded, and on the participant seat, the ten teams that entered the final battlefield of Huashan Sword Debate had also arrived.

The teams that can reach the finals are not weak opponents.

These ten teams, except for the rabble teams in the Central Plains Theater, the remaining nine teams are all professional teams from major top guilds, which shows that ordinary players have no chance at all in front of professional-level masters.

As a professional-level team, it is extremely well-known and has no shortage of fans.

Looking at the players of the major professional teams in the seats, the players in the audience exclaimed, shouted, cheered, and almost overturned the arena.

"Tut-tut......"

Wang Yuan and the others sat in the corner of the contestant's seat, constantly rolling their eyes, their faces full of disdain.

"Damn, there are so many viewers, and none of them know us?" Mario is extremely unbalanced.

Why do you want to participate in Huashan Sword Debate? In addition to the generous rewards and rewards, the main thing is that in this world where the strong are respected, it is a dazzling thing to be able to play and reach the finals, and it can also be recognized by more players and thus make a name for itself.

The rabble fought all the way from the main city arena to here, defeated all kinds of strong enemies, and even the professional master team was pressed to the ground and beaten by a group of rabble, but when they reached the top of Huashan, everyone knew themselves, you say it's not annoying.

"You don't have to be angry!"

Wang Yuan said very calmly: "After all, our identity is here, and there is no reason for people to cheer us on." ”

What Wang Yuan said was reasonable.

The strength of the rabble is indeed not weak, and it has also been recognized by many players, but the players here come from the five major regions, and the Central Plains can account for how much.

What's more, the rabble team is surrounded by professional-level teams, and the rabble is much inferior to them.

With a team of pro-level experts here, players are certainly not going to put their minds on a group of amateur team players.

At most, when you see the rabble team, you can praise the "courage is commendable", stand there and shout "the rabble team will win", the rabble team is not ashamed, and others can't shout it, after all, taste determines a person's level.

"Smack!"

While the players were in the midst of the noise, the lights in the arena suddenly dimmed.

At the same time, a beam of light fell in the center of the arena, the host and commentator appeared on the field, and the final of Huashan Sword Debate officially began.

As the final final, this time it was obviously more professional and formal than before.

After a long time, after thanking all the players' ancestors for eighteen generations, the host said loudly: "Now let me know the team that has advanced to the top of Huashan this time!" ”

After speaking, the beam was transferred to the seats of the "Halloween Borderless Team" led by him, and the host began to introduce.

"Halloween Bounds is a well-known veteran powerhouse, having made it to the international professional league several times and won the championship twice, which is second to none in the history of esports...... Let's wait and see how they perform this time!! ”

"All Saints, All Saints, Victory! Halloween is boundless, shining in all directions! ”

After the host introduced the team, the cheerleading team of Halloween Boundless was very suitable, and they shouted slogans in unison, Wanshengshan is recognized as the strongest team in the industry, and its number of fans is also countless.

Mario watched leisurely.

Mu Mo stopped touching his chin and muttered secretly: "This set of slogans is so familiar......"

The next introduction is the shore of the Haihe River.

"Haihe River is also an old powerhouse, and it has ...... The record is brilliant, and now the rookie Li Xiaoyao has been absorbed, and I hope they will achieve better results! ”

"On the shore of the Haihe River, win the first, Brother Xiaoyao, we love you!"

After the introduction, the cheerleaders on the shore of the Haihe River also shouted slogans loudly, which seemed to be more diligent than the cheerleaders of Halloween Borderless.

"Trash little white face!"

Wang Yuan and Mario pouted in unison.

The beams of light in the arena fell one after another along the seats, and the host followed up to introduce all the teams one by one.

Every team here has a glorious history, proud achievements, and great progress, and the slogans of the cheerleaders of each team are more magnificent than the other.

At the end of the introduction, the beam fell above Wang Yuan and the others.

The first nine teams are all professional teams, and for players, they are more or less familiar faces, but after seeing the last Wang Yuan and a few people, the audience was directly confused.

The overwhelming majority of people's reaction was: Who is this? Why is it there? Are they also a participating team?

The few players who recognized a few members of the rabble held their breath and did not dare to say a word, for fear that they would know that they knew this nameless team and thus be questioned about their tastes.

For a moment, the arena was silent.

"Ahem!"

The host coughed embarrassedly and said: "The rabble, the number of this team must be familiar to everyone, more than 20 years ago, this number was born out of thin air, like a meteor across the sky, and now after many years, it has been picked up by another team of players!" They are the rabble of warbands from the Central Plains Theater! ”

“……”

For the host's words, the audience was not cold.

The rabble was indeed a legendary team more than twenty years ago, but since the retirement of the Iron Bull God, the number of this team has been cancelled.

If it has been passed down to this day, everyone may still take a high look, but after so many years, someone has registered this team, obviously this group of guys is a group of followers, and they can enter the top of Huashan, it can only be said that the level of the Central Plains team is low......

"Forehead ......"

Seeing that the audience did not react, the host was stunned for a moment, and immediately rolled his eyes and said: "You may not know that the rabble Niu Dachun once threatened that the so-called professional circle, but that's it!" It's really arrogant, swallowing the world! To have such bold words, he must not be mortal! ”

Look at how bad this is as a host, in order to liven up the atmosphere, you can say anything.

"Damn, really?"

Hearing the host's words, the entire arena boiled.

"Are these guys so arrogant? Who gave them courage? ”

"Who knows who this group of guys is, and they don't even pay attention to the professional circle!"

"Go down, go down!" Some people even began to cheer at Wang Yuan and the others, if there were cans in the game, I am afraid that Wang Yuan and a few people would be able to make a profit by selling rags at this moment.

"Thanks for the compliment!"

In the face of the audience's ridicule and questioning, Wang Yuan and several others showed an authentic grassroots temperament, thanking them while giving the audience a wild middle finger.

Seeing that this group of guys was so arrogant, the screaming and scolding in the arena became one!