Wangzhe Pesticide stared at Dongfang Gaoyi suspiciously, not knowing how credible the other party's words were, but considering the identity of the other party and the gap in the number of people between the two parties, he was smart and did not continue to entangle.

And even if the other party was really laughing at him before, the few words of explanation just now gave him enough face. The situation is stronger than the person, and he still has to pretend to be stupid when he should. King Pesticide did not answer the question, with a gloomy look on his face.

He cupped his hands again, walked straight up the steps, and dived into the teleportation array summoned by the newly resurrected Taoist Master.

This attitude made the gang members of the Han Dynasty so angry that a thin man next to Dongfang Gaoyi took a sip on the ground, jumped up and pointed at the transmission port and cursed angrily: "Damn it, what the hell?

Son? How dare you talk to our boss like that! You rebelled against him!"

The Han Dynasty has always regarded itself as the number one gang in the camp, and all gang members unconsciously have a sense of dominance. Anyone who dares to be disrespectful to them is provoking the Han Dynasty.

authority, so it is not surprising that the word rebellion comes from their mouths.

Although the few younger brothers in Dongfang Gaoyi were very angry, the King Pesticide had already entered the sect, and they could not go up the mountain to take revenge, and they could not take out their anger on the remaining dozen Netherworld players, so they could only open their eyes angrily and fiercely

Staring at these people fiercely, the Netherworlds did not dare to say anything, and one by one they ducked into the teleportation array with low eyebrows. I wonder if King Pesticide would be too scared to go down the mountain after hearing what these people said.

, it is unknown.

...

Driving all the way, feeling the pleasure brought by the extreme speed, He Zhicheng shouted excitedly, attracting the attention of many pedestrians on the road, looking at the weird skeleton with the golden light on it, and the injuries caused by the excessive speed.

The long purple tail that remained in the air could be vaguely seen with the word 'Dear' above the head of the man who quickly disappeared before their eyes.

"What a scary mount, what a fast mount!" A female player muttered to herself as she looked into the distance with only a little golden light left.

"Is it scary? I think it's very majestic. If I could have such a mount, I would be willing not to drink Coke for a year." The fat man next to the woman looked in the same direction with envy.

"Pa"

The woman slapped the little fat man on the head and cursed: "I tried so hard to persuade you to quit coke, but you didn't listen, but now you are willing to quit for a year. I can't even compare to a skeleton horse in terms of my mother's feelings, right?"

Next to the official road, there was a burst of howling like ghosts and wolves.

...

Sword Tomb, a place where swords are buried.

In the far north of Qinglong City, a half-tall stone tablet suddenly appeared among the weeds. The stone tablet was placed in the mountains and had been severely weathered by the rain and wind. However, the two vigorous and powerful words "Sword Tomb" with iron paintings and silver hooks,

But it can still make people feel the boldness and unruliness of the person who wrote it back then.

He Zhencheng slowed down his horse and walked slowly along the path deeper into the mountain.

Just after crossing the stone monument, the scene in front of me suddenly changed, and I suddenly entered an extremely lively and prosperous city. It was as if the scene had suddenly changed. There was no such desolate and desolate scene as I had seen before.

What is a city? I was stunned for a moment. I took a step back and looked again. I was still in the barren mountain. If I took another step forward, I saw a bustling city again.

It was so wonderful that He Shicheng couldn't help but move forward and backward with great interest. Back and forth, it kept going back and forth. It looked like it was riding a horse performing a yangko dance.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

Suddenly, a familiar female voice sounded beside me.

He Shicheng stopped and took a look, only to see Yan Ziyi covering her mouth with her small hands and giggling non-stop. Her slim appearance was like a beautiful scenery in this bustling street, attracting the attention of many passers-by.

"It's okay, sister." He Shicheng scratched his head in embarrassment, then jumped off the horse excitedly, pulled Ziguang forward, and said: "Sister, look, my Ziguang is no worse than your Benxiao, right?"

Yan Ziyi's eyes were filled with surprise. He looked at the strange mount in front of him, which was obviously a skeleton but did not look scary. He asked, "Is it called Ziguang?"

"Well, I named it, how about it?" The mount was obviously transformed from the Purple Light Sword, so it was naturally called Purple Light, but He Shicheng shamelessly said it was the name he named it.

Yan Ziyi nodded in approval and said: "Not bad, the name is very vivid." After saying that, he walked up and touched the top of Ziguang's head. He felt the cold feeling of the armor, not like the furry touch of Benxiao, but the feedback from Ziguang

In her reaction, she could feel the emotions under this cold body, which made her feel a different kind of warmth.

Seeing that his sister was so interested in his mount, He Shicheng pulled back uneasily and changed the subject: "Sister, do you know how I got the purple light?"

Unable to touch the purple light, Yan Ziyi retracted his hand, turned his head and glanced at He Shicheng with a half-smile, then shook his head.

What does it mean for Cheng to pretend not to see her sister’s teasing gaze and just mind her own business?

He said: "I'm doing the task of transferring skills. My points are the first in my sect, and then the system gave me this reward, and the title of a bullshit senior brother."

"Ah? So there are so many first prizes?" Yan Ziyi asked with a frown.

"Yes! Sister, have you completed the task? If not, do it quickly. Be sure to choose the most difficult one. No one's points can match yours. By then you will have two mounts."

According to the concept of "city", in this camp, except for the Big Brother with Cumin Flavor and the three bloody battlefields, there should be no one else who has the ability to compete with them for first place, and the three Big Guy with Cumin Flavor are all professional

If you're not a swordsman, then it's not a sure thing for my sister to be ranked number one in those sects.

But he didn't expect that after Yan Ziyi heard what He meant by the city, he actually showed a wry smile, and then said with regret: "But I have already done that task."

"Have you done it? What kind of mount is that? Take it out and show it to me. What does the Sword Immortal's mount look like?"

He Shicheng excitedly took his sister's hand and shook it vigorously.

Yan Ziyi did not answer, but still had the same bitter smile.

Seeing his sister's appearance, He Shicheng slowly stopped, his eyes widened and hesitantly said: "Did you fail to get first place?"

Yan Ziyi nodded angrily, looking disappointed as if he had lost hundreds of thousands of gold coins.

When He Zhencheng received the accurate answer, he couldn't help but cover his mouth with his hands to prevent him from screaming, and said in horror: "Is there anyone else who can learn the internal skills we have learned? And is it better than my sister?"

Isn't it? They are all wearing the second most powerful equipment set in the world in "Beacon Fire" now, and they also have meridian bonuses that are like plug-ins, but my sister is just being compared to others? Is it possible that other than them in the Hall of Fame?

Besides the five of them, are there others who are also accustomed to that set of jade pendant magic skills?

How come something that my mother values ​​so much can be practiced by just anyone? I originally thought that it was just a coincidence that the three of them, the big guy with the smell of cumin, also possessed mysterious internal skills, and I naively thought that I could find out my life experience from them.

, but I didn’t expect that now it has become a bad street practice?

He Zhencheng seemed to have been struck by lightning a hundred and eight thousand times. He staggered and fell to the ground. He looked at Yan Ziyi with blank eyes and murmured: "Who is he? Who is he? Who is he?"

who?"
Chapter completed!