Chapter 906 The Third National Honor! Dark Horse!

After confirming his hermit level, Zhang Mu put down everything at hand and immediately contacted Divalen. As he had expected before, Divalen's hermit level also reached the "mountain outside the mountain". At this time, he was eagerly waiting for him to invite him to participate in the National Honor Team Competition.

"Valun, even if you add you, our team will have one less person. Are you still experts? Come and introduce it quickly." Zhang Mu connected the correspondence with Divalun.

"Well... I've come here again. I've been attracted by you... How dare you introduce the master to you..." Di Valen shook his head helplessly. The artifact wholesaler he mentioned was the lucky hand.

Since meeting Zhang Mu, Lucky Hand has been following people like Zhang Mu and Tang Xuan, and their relationship with Di Valen is becoming increasingly distant.

"Please, Lucky Hand, that was introduced to me by Kasa... What does it have to do with you? Besides, good birds choose trees to live in. You don't treat them well enough, so of course he won't follow you." Zhang Mu smiled, urged after ruling Divalen, "Hurry up, is there anyone else?"

"Ha, how about the one-eyed pirate?" Divalen smiled bitterly and said a name that was not unfamiliar to Zhang Mu.

The one-eyed pirate has fought with Zhang Mu against the Pope, Pope, and Zhuoma's comrades. Although he didn't chat many times, his strength has always been remembered by Zhang Mu. He is an existence whose personal combat power is no less than that of lucky hands. Even in Zhang Mu's team of 20 world-class masters, he can still rank among the top.

"Okay! You're the pirates! Now, our people are all." Zhang Mu laughed.

"But..." Divalen pondered for a moment.

"What? What's the problem with him?" Zhang Mu frowned slightly.

"He may not participate in this national honor team competition." Divalen touched his chin, as if he had thought of something.

"Why? I know that in this team competition, the boss and troops who were killed will be calculated based on the deaths, but this cannot be the reason why he refused to participate, right? Besides, if I am not sure, I will not be able to participate..."

Divalen shook his head and said, "You misunderstood. This is not what it means. The one-eyed pirate has a broken body and is unwilling to show up."

"Body is incomplete?" Zhang Mu was stunned.

"Yes." Divalen said: "An unexpected car accident caused his right eye to be blind."

"Ah?!" Zhang Mu was shocked.

Divalen shrugged: "If it weren't for this, he wouldn't have hidden himself behind a computer game. Whether he can ask him to do so depends on your ability."

"I'll try it, it should be fine." Zhang Mu nodded.

"By the way, the organizer of the national honor this time has been fought over by you China again. You need more attention on your territory." Di Valen changed his tone and smiled.

"Hey? Why is it held in our China again?"

...

A few days later, in Jinghai City, Hero Invincible is stationed in China, and the event building is in the event building—

"Haha! What's wrong with being held in China? Isn't that good?" Xu Feng was full of favor for Zhang Mu, a player whom he could see once a year. He was still the same, with a straight suit and striding forward.

"Of course it's not bad! I wish I could hold it in our country every year." Zhang Mu waved his hand vigorously, "I'm just wondering. Logically speaking, the host's position should be rotated every year... The first China, the second ***, and the third Counterpoint, it's not the United States, but the United Kingdom... Why... Suddenly..."

"Haha!" Xu Feng laughed and said, "You are right. The United States should have held the third national honor this year, but given that there are frequent gasoline bombs, suicide attacks, and terrorist activities there recently... In order to ensure the safety of all participating players, the headquarters decided to host the event by China." While speaking, Xu Feng put on Zhang Mu's shoulder and laughed: "China's security is recognized as the world's number one."

After listening to Xu Feng's explanation, everyone, including Zhang Mu, had a 'so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so--' expression on their faces.

"Okay." Xu Feng suddenly stood firm and pointed to the passage leading to the competition field ahead. "I'll send you here. There are so many things that require me to be busy with. - By the way, for this year's national honor, I'm afraid you will encounter a team with very strong strength. You must be careful and never underestimate the enemy."

"Don't worry, I will never make the kind of low-level mistake you said." Zhang Mu smiled reservedly.

"That's good, I wish you good results in this year's national honor."

"Thanks!"

Watching Xu Feng leave with several assistants, Zhang Mu and his group of more than ten people walked through the passage and entered the competition venue.

Since the competition will not start until the day after tomorrow, the number of people in the field at this time was not very large. Looking around, there were only a few hundred spectators, and there were a bunch of people in the east and a group of people in the west sat in the huge field.

"Look, the Twelve Winged Angels are here." A contestant whispered.

The appearance of Zhang Mu and his gang immediately attracted the attention of everyone on the scene, and countless gazes immediately came to the scene, making the chat sounds around him much lower.

"I heard that the Twelve Winged Angels all advanced to the 'Herdes', lost the right to participate in national honors, and instead participated in team competitions and individual competitions."

"That's for sure. Although the Twelve-Winged Angel is low-key, a large-scale event like this will never be lost. He also participated in the hypermarket held in Los Angeles not long ago and even bought a magical artifact at a sky-high price."

"From this year, there is nothing to watch about the national honors this year, and the exciting ones are all in the team competition."

"Team competition? That's even more boring. The team of the Twelve-Winged Angels must have swept all directions and won the championship easily." Those who said this were obviously Zhang Mu's die-hard fans.

"Hmph!" Hearing the conversations around him, a Chinese man with a handsome appearance, wearing a black shirt and 1.85 meters tall stood up, with a contemptuous smile on his lips, glanced at Zhang Mu's "fan" and said, "They are sure to win? That's not necessarily! No matter how strong the twelve angel is, he is still a hermit who has just been promoted. Compared with the real old hermits, there is still a big gap. Brother, don't follow the crowd, so that people will not be laughed at by laughing."

"Who are you?" Zhang Mu's fans raised their heads.

"Who am I? You don't need to know. Wait for the game to see how I pulled the twelve-winged angels from the altar!" After the man said a word, he left the scene without looking back.

"***, so arrogant? Who do he think he is?" Zhang Mu's fans said angrily.
Chapter completed!