"I choose two!"
Qin Luosheng didn't wait for the goods to finish, and said calmly.
"Uh……"
The thin monkey warrior who performed Zheng Qiang Lei was choked, and looked at Qin Luosheng blankly. The second finger had just popped out, and the words in his mouth must be threatening before he even said it. It was very uncomfortable to be stuck in the mouth, not getting up and down.
"Boy, you are looking for death!"
The skinny monkey warrior felt all kinds of gazes from around him, and suddenly he really felt like a monkey being teased. He liked the attention of the public, but he didn’t like the attention of the people now, which gave him a sense of dignity. Guan's shame and anger, so immediately flushed with anger, he directly pulled out the saber from his waist and pointed directly at Qin Luosheng.
"Just rely on you?" Qin Luosheng sneered, eyes with contempt and contempt, and said like Hongzhong: "Not worthy!"
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You tm are so kind.
Is it because the current casual players are too good, or I can't carry the sword anymore?
Is it so floating?
Do you really think of Lao Tzu as the **** and enthusiastic player watching here?
I really think that you can't do anything with this group of rubbish, then others can't do anything with you, you think I'm the number one in the world?
"The XX gang belongs to me. Get that kid over!" The skinny monkey warrior said furiously: "First beat him to death, take good care of his stinky mouth, remember, you must be killed. , I want to live!"
Suddenly.
A line of people stood behind the skinny monkey warrior. It looks like there are about twenty or nearly thirty. It should be a small team. Judging from the tacit understanding of the march, they must often act together. All the members get together in the wild. Divide into three teams.
This combination is the most common, and it is also the most common configuration for major forces, various schools, and various companies.
The minimum is five people, or the minimum is ten people, and then multiplied by multiples. A slightly larger team has 100 people, and the wild can be pushed flat by the number of people. The copy is okay, just grouping!
"It's a bunch of fools who don't know the so-called!"
While everyone was standing in place, waiting for the next good show, most people were waiting to watch with relish how the arrogant desert lone smoke was hanged and how the scene ended.
Suddenly.
They conjectured that they were absolutely disadvantaged. They were either liquidated or subdued the man who chose to join him. He actually took the first step to speak, and the words were "quatrains", fierce yuppie!
"Well, today, let you self-righteous frogs at the bottom of the well take a good look at how vast this world really is! Your so-called pride, so-called reliance, so-called complacency, how ridiculous and so-vulnerable! "
Too arrogant.
The teammates of those skinny monkeys who were just looking playful, just wanted to play, instantly became angry.
This Nima didn't put them in his eyes at all!
Do you really think they are a cat or a dog?
To know.
They are all second-tier elites!
Now Super First Line is the group of big guys over level 85, that is, about a dozen, led by the Weeping Soul, and level 86 dominates!
The first line is from level 80 to level 85, which cannot be counted. There are many, at least one million in number, and maybe more than that. Of course, those who have just reached level 80 must occupy more than eighty or ninety!
And they!
Relying on the resources given by the backing forces, coupled with the privileges of this position, many casual players who want to join have to be respected and have gained a lot of benefits. Now they are not much different from the elite masters in the gang.
At least.
In terms of level, it has reached level 78, and the equipment is not bad, most of them are epic, and there are enhancements, one or two, the worst is gold, and the enhancements are also keeping up with the existence of flash +7!
There are also a group of thirty people, three teams of ten people, with a reasonable occupational distribution, plus they have been fighting together for a long time, and they are in a tacit understanding, not to mention that they are connected with each other.
The boy named Damo Guyan in front of him didn't know good or bad, and he was still provoking them. He was completely illiterate. He didn't even know how to write dead words!
"Is that all of you?"
Originally, only three players stood up, but with Qin Luosheng's words, twelve people all stood up, all of whom were melee professions. Except for the heavy shield warriors, all the frenzied thieves rushed forward.
According to their so-called pride, killing chickens with sledgehammers shouldn't be so exciting, but Qin Luosheng's words made them very annoyed, and they wanted to take the look of indifferent but extremely arrogant stinky faces.
"Break the army-bombing punch!"
The horse step arched open, Qin Luosheng charged slightly, punched indifferently, and struck forward.
Vacuum fist, burst of power.
This is a boxing skill of the King of Fighters, that is, a skill. The longer the charge time, the greater the damage. The maximum charge is five seconds, and the damage can reach the maximum 300%. Bombing punches must be a range of AOE damage.
Is it necessary to accumulate energy to deal with a group of "weak" frenzied wars and thieves? If the skills weren't meant to be like this, they had to accumulate energy, and Qin Luosheng even wanted to cast them instantaneously!
now.
The 0.5 second charge is the lowest, which is already giving them face.
The perverted attribute of his Weeping Soul, even regular damage can kill each of them more than two seconds, let alone an attack with skill damage blessing.
"Boom..."
Just like the loud sound of a bomb exploding, a punch was blown, and the wind was blowing, and a deep gully suddenly appeared in front of Qin Luosheng's fist.
The blue smoke rose from the cracked ground. The twelve idiots who were just rushing forward have disappeared. One after another, the white light rose up into the sky like scrambling. They returned to the city for free to report, leaving behind one. A lot of star-shining equipment was "telling" what happened just now.
"hiss……"
Numerous sounds of inhaling cold air continued to appear, and the number of players present had increased to tens of thousands. After witnessing this outrageous scene with their own eyes, most of them were stunned, and their bodies subconsciously responded instinctively. For the destiny of the continent's warming climate, the temperature of Linhaixueyuan has risen, and I have made my own contribution.
"who are you?"
One punch kills twelve partners at the same level as yourself, and they are not crispy. Even if they don’t have the thickest defense shield, they are still practical melee combat, which is much harder than magical long-range crackers. Now But it was completely shattered by a skill of others. This kind of strength is simply terrifying, at least it is only owned by the top masters of the elite land reclamation groups behind the forces behind it.
This time.
The thin monkey panicked a little.
99% of the casual players are very good, no way, you can't compete alone to form a team to help each other, or even a group of people in the same gang, they can exchange what they have and learn from each other, whether it’s resource acquisition or other things, There is no comparison at all.
The casual players that Skinny Monkey had contact with before were all like this, and most of them wanted to use his relationship and use the power in his hands to enter the gang established by the forces behind him. They came down countless times, too. Let him have an illusion, that is, casual players are garbage and licking dogs!
now.
A real dragon appeared in the group of snakes, and it was a Muggle instantly.