Platinum is born, and the great gods compete!

This is an indiscriminate essay contest, from the highest literary masters to the frustrated newbies, you can participate.

Readers are not sure what is about to happen, but the industry has been crazy, and all major sections of Longkong are discussing.

This kind of momentum is as great as He Wanrong's title of God, and I don't know how many times the ten-point "Chen Ergou" is being enacted.

In the face of such activities driven by capital forces, his storm seemed extremely weak.

The event has become popular before it has begun.

Especially when Yan Guhong finished the old book, he posted a single chapter, claiming that he would participate in the event. Then when Baiyi Shengxue also revealed her intention on Weibo, he completely pushed the feast to a climax.

"Hasn't Baiyi Shengxue stopped writing for a year? He is going to come out again?"

"Hehe, this is an event created by Qichen Chinese.com that has spent tens of millions of dollars. To join forces with twenty media, it is necessary to create the industry's number one fantasy IP. How could he not be moved?"

"That's true, the promotional slogans of the one billion IP are indeed quite scary."

"I think one billion cannot stop it. After all, all the revenue of Baiyi Shengxue's "Holy Heaven Palace" has long exceeded one billion. If you want to build the first IP in the industry, you will have to start at least two billion!"

"Oh, it's fine if the white clothes are better than snow, but the most terrifying thing is that Yan Guhong is going to get involved, and he really doesn't leave a way out for me."

"Is this the world of big guys? I'm trembling."

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Anyone who opens a group of authors can see the discussion.

Baiyi Shengxue and Yan Guhong are both top literary masters. They usually interact with CEO Qichen, director of entertainment company, and well-known artists in the circle. For middle and lower-level authors, they are simply god-like characters, and they are also lifelong goals. They yearn to be on par with them one day.

Their participation added icing on the cake and attracted much attention again.

These two literary masters confirmed to attend the essay contest, and other platinum writers were not idle either. Those who were good at fantasy creation began to bubbling, and they were organizing new books in a big battle.

All of them, including Baili Huangbo, were clamoring to participate in the event.

This surprised everyone. After all, the Baili Emperor Robe has just been on the ban. Logically speaking, the old book is still a long way from the end of the book. Does he want to open it twice?

The temptation of this fantasy essay contest has once again refreshed everyone's awareness, and it actually made the platinum master even want to participate without hesitation. It can be seen that there are so many benefits in it.

Just at this moment when the platinum gods move together.

Yanjing City.

He Xiao was walking home from downstairs like a person who was fine, carrying an orange cat with a scattered eyebrow in his hand.

He took sweet potatoes out for a walk at night, but the guy secretly broke free from the ropes and almost lost them. It took a lot of effort to catch them back.

He Xiaohao was so angry that he couldn't breathe a sigh of relief, and walked back with the back of its neck.

When we were almost home, we saw Zhang Xuran standing at the door and opening the door, ready to go in and fuck the cat.

This guy... he always doesn't treat himself as an outsider.

He Xiao rolled his eyes and shouted, "Sister, this is my family. It's not appropriate to open the door like you follow your own, right?"

"Stop farting with me. When you were not at home for a year, I opened the door and went in to feed you the cats." Zhang Xuran disagreed and snatched the sweet potato from He Xiao's hand, then hugged it in his arms and wandered around, "Little cutie, did you almost run away? Come on, let my sister kiss you."

"Ha, a humble cat slave." He laughed and sarcasticted her, ignored her curse and walked straight to the house.

Zhang Xuran took advantage of the door being closed and followed in. There was a cat at home, a sweet potato wife and a beautiful doll. She had to suck enough to leave.

"By the way, I think Chen has had a trick essay competition. Do you participate?"

Zhang Xuran is an old bookworm and a senior member of Qichen Chinese. She naturally understands the major events that have happened in the online literature circle during this period, so she couldn't help asking.

He Xiao took out a glass of milk from the refrigerator and smiled and said, "My editor specifically reminded me not to open a book and wait for the essay contest. Can I not participate?"

"You really participate? Didn't I say, can you write fantasy?" Zhang Xuran glanced at him with a suspicion on her face and hummed:

"Don't blame me for not reminding you that this time, Baiyi Shengxue, Yan Guhong, Baili Huang Robe and other piles of platinum will be participated. They are not as easy to deal with as the outdated masters like Nanci Beiwan before. Once you take action, you will definitely have enough to eat a pot."

"It's okay." He Xiao shook his head indifferently.

To be honest, when Baiyi Shengxue, Yan Guhong and others joined and the industry was in an uproar, He Xiao really didn't feel anything.

Five heroes of the Central Plains?

Very awesome?

In the black mobile phone world that does not lack fantasy novels, these so-called five heroes are really not enough to read.

Not only is He Xiao not worried, he is even struggling because there are too many works that can be written.

There are so many fantasy novels that can be written.

Which book should I write?

The rise of waste?

The servants counterattack?

There is no choice at all.

After all, these books are excellent creativity, and he feels that any of them has the hope of winning the championship in the essay competition.

He Xiao poured himself a cup of tea and stopped quarreling with Zhang Xuran. He walked to the study and began to study his next plan.

After all, fantasy novels are different from urban literature like "Chen Ergou". They start with millions of words at any time, so he has to prepare for saving the manuscript in advance.

at the same time.

Dragon in the air.

Everyone was still discussing, and even controversial about who had a greater chance of winning.

"The book "White-Yi Shengxue" is a god, and the book "The Holy Heaven Palace" is an irreplaceable classic. I think he has the greatest chance of winning!"

Some people support Baiyi's clothes to snow, listing various glorious pasts, believing that Baiyi's clothes to snow will surely win the championship.

"White clothes are not good enough to beat Xue. He stopped writing for a year and his popularity has dropped too much. It is better to keep updating Yan Guhong on the front line and have a chance of winning!"

This is the one who supports Yan Guhong. As both the five rich writers, Yan Guhong is no worse than white clothes and snow. Because he has never stopped writing, his popularity is even higher.

"By the way, do you think the starting point of the newcomer of "Chen Ergou" will participate in this event?"

In the end, someone turned his attention to He Wanrong. After all, he is also a storm writer now, and his denomination is just around the corner. He has booked a 40,000 yuan in a great achievement, which is no less than the five heroes.

"He Wanrong? Forget it. His book ended unfinished. From this point, we can see how poor his control over the plot is. Besides, this is a fantasy and not a city. He just jumped to a category and he shouldn't participate."

A level five writer appeared and analyzed it in a sensible way, and everyone couldn't help but nod.

He Wanrong probably won’t participate in this essay contest. After all, after the old book is unfinished, it should have been a big blow to him. This is another fantasy essay contest, so it’s unreasonable to participate.

At this time, He Wanrong, who was being evaluated by the industry, had no idea about the outside world.

He was thinking about which book to write. After a long time of choice, he finally made up his mind to start writing the story.

On this day, he typed the first line of the story on the screen.
Chapter completed!