"That's great. What the old man said makes sense. I admit that I've read Condor Shooting at least ten times, but compared to the old man, my understanding of Condor Shooting is far inferior.”
"My good grandfather from Xia Country, your grandfather is really knowledgeable. I'm so impressed that I prostrate myself on the ground. Let those Black Shooting Condors go to hell.”
"Those Black Shooting Condor trolls, come and take a look. Let's see how the old man will teach you how to look at the shooting condor.”
"Dark history? It was simply ridiculous. Look at how the old man answered.”
"If you want to read history, go read the official history. Condor Shooting is a novel! It was originally a work of imagination.”
"The value of Condor Shooting will be immeasurable once time passes. I dare to conclude this just by looking at these three chapters. In less than five years, Condor Shooting will become a household name in China.”
"Five years? The person above is underestimating the Condor Shooting Team. Once the Condor Shooting Team is sold nationwide, it will be enough to become a household name in the entire country.”
"Speaking of corporeal bodies, once the condor is shot out, I will definitely buy it and look at it to my heart's content.”
"I want to buy it too. I'll buy it and put it on the bookshelf.”
……
Similarly, Xie Wenhua had been following the comments on Weibo.
When Xie Wenhua saw the Weibo post of 'Xiangxi Old Friend' and the comments below that were all cheering for the rehabilitation of the Condor Shooting Team, he was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood.
He looked at the Weibo of his old friend from Xiangxi again and found that he could not find any words to counterattack.
Liang Wenguo picked up the phone and dialed the number of the public relations department.
"Help me investigate the specific situation of that 'old friend from Xiangxi' and see if you can think of a way to make him change his mind.”
At this point, Xie Wenhua could only choose to bribe him.
At this point, if he allowed this Weibo post to continue like this, then his efforts over the past two days would most likely be in vain.
"Chief Editor, I asked someone to check on this Weibo as soon as it came out, but I'm afraid we can't do anything. According to the IP address my friend got, this IP came from the Huatong City Municipal Office Building.”
the public relations department replied.
Hearing this, Xie Wenhua immediately felt like he had been hit in the head. The municipal office building was not a place he could reach out to.
"I'm contacting the Internet Water Army. No matter what they say, they have to trample the Condor Shooting Army to death.”
Xie Wenhua regained his composure and ordered the people from the Public Relations Department.
"I understand."
After hanging up the phone, Xie Wenhua frowned and leaned back in his chair, thinking for a while. He gritted his teeth and dialed Silent Falling Leaves 'number.
Silent Falling Leaves 'real name was Ye Fengxiao.
She was a platinum-level author on Night Moon's novel website and had countless fans.
He was also the author with the highest status among the authors who boycotted the Condor Shooting Competition.
Many people compared Condor Shooting to his Killing the Bloodthirsty Bandit.
Moreover, there was even a faint trend of catching up.
After Ye Fengxiao and Xie Wenhua ended the call, his expression was solemn, and his eyes were gloomy.
Soon after, he turned on his computer and posted a post on Weibo.
"I just watched the Condor Shooting and realized that newcomers these days really do everything they can to attract attention.”
"Not only did you change the traditional martial arts, but you also want to connect history.”
"Do you think you can whitewash your novel just because you hired some fake reviewers?”
"I'll use the results of 'Hunting the Bloodthirsty Bandit' to teach you how to write
This Weibo post was undoubtedly a declaration of war, and it immediately caused a thousand waves.
It attracted the attention of countless Internet celebrities and netizens.
"Support! Supporting Silent Falling Leaves, whatever bullsh * t Condor Shooting, he didn't even want to watch.”
"That's right! He actually overturned history and taught children bad things.”
"Writing about Wuxia in front of 'Silent Fallen Leafs', you're showing off in front of an expert!”
"Hahaha, I'm just waiting for Five Whites of the Central Plains to get beaten up.”
"Newbie authors, come and support us.”
"I support the Almighty and recommend my Drunken Fist.”
“.....”
Similarly, there were also many Condor Shooting fans who defended the Five Whites of the Central Plains.
Unfortunately, compared to the fan base of Silent Falling Leaves, who had been writing for many years, it was a little too small.
Of course, Qin Hao also saw the Weibo post that tagged him.
After his Condor Shooting became popular, Hengzhong helped him verify the Weibo title of 'Five Whites of the Central Plains'.
Looking at the comments criticizing him and many supporting comments, Qin Hao's heart did not panic. Instead, it was unprecedentedly calm.
At this moment, no one knew his situation better than Qin Wu.
At this stage, no matter what the final outcome was, he could not lose.
Moreover, Qin Hao firmly believed that he would definitely not lose because the glory of the Condor Shooting Team would not allow him to lose.
"Since you want to fight, then come!”
Qin Hao's eyes were unprecedentedly firm.
It was even more heated than when he competed in front of thousands of people during the day.
Qin Hao placed his hands on the keyboard and took a deep breath. Then, the sound of typing began to ring out.
One by one, characters appeared on the computer screen. These words were the best expression of Qin Hao's current mood.
A few minutes later, Qin Hao posted the post on Weibo.
He also tagged Silent Falling Leaves.
In the next moment, hundreds of thousands of eyes swept past this paragraph of text.
When they saw the beginning of this paragraph, everyone's heart suddenly began to beat violently, and their faces were filled with blood.
Some of the fans who had been secretly trying to defend Qin Hao were no longer worried after seeing Qin Hao's Weibo post. They were only filled with burning blood from inside out.
In a courtyard house in the capital, Gu Yuelai, the national treasure of China, had been paying attention to the boycott.
Just as he was about to step forward to calm the dispute, he saw Qin Hao's Weibo update.
Gu Yuelai, a famous martial artist who was over sixty years old, felt as if her heart was about to jump out of her chest.
"I only wish for one defeat!"
"I've been in the martial world for more than 30 years. I've killed all my enemies and defeated all my heroes. There's nothing I can do to resist the world. I can only live in seclusion in the deep valley and take Condor as my friend! Alas, in my life, I can't find an opponent. It's really lonely and embarrassing. Sword Demon Dugu Qiubai."
Just that short paragraph of text made 'Gu Yuelai' feel her blood boil. She could also tell from the text that it was Qin Hao's response to Ye Fengxiao.
Facing the veteran martial arts writer,'Silent Falling Leaves' Ye Fengxiao, Qin Hao only hoped to lose. However, the prerequisite was that Ye Fengxiao had to have the ability.
"Wonderful, fast! As expected of the Five Whites of the Central Plains who wrote the Five Wonders of the World and the Condor Shooting.”‘
Gu Yuelai's entire body trembled as he spoke.
'Gu Yuelai' continued to read. With this,'Gu Yuelai' was instantly excited. It was the shock brought to him by the text.
At this moment,'Gu Yuelai' felt that she really had to thank 'Silent Fallen Leaf'. If it were not for him, she would not have been able to read such a wonderful essay.
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