"Bastard!" The other party stood up and said angrily: "Boy, I don't care where you came from. I advise you not to meddle in other people's business."

Accompanied by the other party's roar, the two partners who came with him stood up immediately, slapped the table hard, making a huge noise, strengthening their momentum and confidence.

Yan Xiaoyi suddenly laughed and said, "The first time I saw such an arrogant liar."

"Scam?" the other party got up from the ground with a rebellious look on his face and said, "What evidence do you have to say I am a liar?"

"Damn, the victims are all here, you dare not even admit it..." Yan Xiaoyi said as he turned around, and then his expression seemed to be constipated. After a moment of constipation, he couldn't help but curse: "The morality is, morality is degraded, morality is degraded, how can a guy now have no lower limit!"

There is no doubt that Zhong Lingxiu, a timid and fearful child, actually ran away secretly.

The other party suddenly became arrogant and pointed at Yan Xiaoyi and said, "What else do you have to say?"

Yan Xiaoyi spread his hands and said, "I think I should say something."

"Speak well, it's all right, your uncle..."

Bang!

—276 damage, —101 damage, —300 damage

Before the man finished speaking, Yan Xiaoyi suddenly punched his face, causing bleeding from the nose. However, Yan Xiaoyi was not satisfied and raised his legs and kicked him forward again. After kicking the man to the ground, he picked up the chair next to him and smashed him heavily on the other party's head. The wooden backrest chair suddenly shattered into pieces of broken wood with a "scroll".

"you……"

The man's two companions immediately pointed at Yan Xiaoyi angrily, but Yan Xiaoyi pushed away their fingers indifferently and said, "Hey, he doesn't want to say it well. I just meet his requirements. I can't rely on me!"

"Beat him!" The guy who was hit on the ground by Yan Xiaoyi would not care about Yan Xiaoyi's distortion. He wiped his nose and said furiously, "Beat him to death and beat me to death!"

The two people standing opposite immediately rushed towards Yan Xiaoyi without saying a word. In this haunted world, everyone seemed to have become accustomed to solving problems with their fists. Whether they were facing those monsters, ghosts, humans like themselves, or even completely similar people, they all came from another real world.

Yan Xiaoyi pulled out his gun, held the palm of his hand that was slapped at him, and there was also a dagger hidden in it, the size of a palm. At the same time, he kicked the person away with one kick and directly hit the table behind him, falling to the fork.

After knocking away one of them in an instant, Yan Xiaoyi did not slacken at all. He immediately lowered his body and swept his legs, and tripped the other person to the ground with one swept his legs. Then he stopped old, grabbed the chair next to him and gave the guy a heavy piece of broken wood scattered all over the floor.

"Don't move!"

Yan Xiaoyi was still preparing to continue beating people, but the three men finally got up from the ground, took a 79-slight rushing at Yan Xiaoyi.

"Yo, not bad." Yan Xiaoyi said: "I can't tell that you are quite patriotic, you actually use a domestic gun!"

The man originally wanted to teach Yan Xiaoyi a lesson, but found that Yan Xiaoyi didn't care, and was immediately angry. He roared and pulled the trigger. Then, the slightly rushing gun body kept jumping out of the shell, landing on the ground and making a crisp "clang" sound. Countless bullets broke out and kept hitting Yan Xiaoyi's chest, and damage like "-80" and "-103" floated on his head.

A moment later, the gun body sounded a "crack" sound, and the other party stopped and said viciously: "Boy, this is what you forced me. Remember not to care about your own business in the next life, you will die!"

"That's not sure..."

Yan Xiaoyi's body was covered with blood holes. Although the damage of the slight rush was low, it was better because of the large number of bullets. After the damage accumulated together, it was also extremely terrifying. However, for Yan Xiaoyi, it would be fine as long as he could not die.

"The blood of the corpse is boiling!"

Clenched his fists, Yan Xiaoyi's arm was faintly showing muscles and rushing blue veins. The bullet hole in his chest stopped bleeding in an instant and slowly healed. At the same time, the bullet shot into Yan Xiaoyi's body was squeezed out bit by bit, trembling, and finally pushed out of his body and fell to the ground one by one. For Yan Xiaoyi, except for the newly bought shirt that turned into a beggar's outfit, his whole body was not damaged.

"Monster, monster!"

After the other party was stunned for a half second, he trembled and said two words.

"You are a fucking monster!" Yan Xiaoyi suddenly raised his pistol and pulled the trigger and said, "Concentrate the attack!"

Bang!

—177 Damage

The bullet directly rubbed the other person's cheek and flew over, hitting the other person's earlobe, and dripping his ears into blood. The man was stunned for two seconds before he came to his senses, screamed and covered his ears and retreated.

"This is a lesson." Yan Xiaoyi said: "Next time I will slap you in the eye, and next time it's the heart. Do you want to give it a try?"

The other party took two steps back and touched his ears and did not believe that Yan Xiaoyi was lucky. In fact, Yan Xiaoyi was indeed not lucky. He was indeed aiming at the other party's earlobe. However, a concentrated attack was not something that could be used as long as he wanted, but it would consume mental power.

However, Yan Xiaoyi knew that the other party didn’t know. If someone could hit the pistol wherever he could play, it would be absolutely terrifying!

"Let's go!" The man looked at the silver M1911 in Yan Xiaoyi's hand and said in a silence: "Boy, wait, our Scarecrow Club will never just forget it."

This is a typical bad guy line. They always get used to whining before leaving the court, and Yan Xiaoyi didn't chase him. Or, Yan Xiaoyi was quite lucky.

One fight three is not without a winning rate, but Yan Xiaoyi is still at a disadvantage. Entering the game world is too short, Level is too low, and the opponent's fire rate is too clever. The 79 micro-bomb capacity is 20 rounds, and the opponent actually knocked more than half of the bullets away at a distance of six or seven meters. Even so, after the opponent knocked the magazine, he actually beat Yan Xiaoyi to a residual health, and almost died gloriously, which made Yan Xiaoyi realize that there was actually a gap between him and the opponent's level, and it was quite obvious.

So, Yan Xiaoyi simply bluffed the other party. It is best to fool it. If you can't fool it, you can only fight a bayonet...

Fortunately, the other party was easier to solve than he thought, and he was also very energetic to give money to the boy. When the person ran away, he actually left the fraud props.

Bloody Dog-legged Scimitar (curse)

Level Requirements: Level 16

Type: Machete

Weight: 605g

Full length: 48CM

Blade length: 42CM

Blade width: 7.5CM

Blade thickness: 0.5CM

Hardness: 68HRC

Damage: 410-670 Damage

Attribute: The probability of armor breaking increased by 30%, and the probability of splitting increased by 35%.

Special attributes: Curse (creates a curse state to the living creature, weak body, causing 30% of the character attributes to decrease, and after the hostile target leaves the battle, the curse state disappears) Bloodsucking (Inherits the soul of the warriors of the Gurkha tribe nation. The more enemies killed, the more blood stained, the blade will turn bloody, and increase the level and damage, with the maximum level increase of 25)

"Good knife!"

After picking up those swords and looking at them, Yan Xiaoyi couldn't help but praise him!

Dog-legged scimitar, also known as Gurkha scimitar. If these two names are not familiar, then there is another familiar name, that is, Nepalese scimitar. At the time, during World War II, the Gurkha people, who were descendants of the Mongolians, formed cavalry with dog-legged scimitars and rushed thousands of miles, which made people scared and famous in the world. Finally, it became Nepal's national sword. It is also one of the sharpest machetes in the world. At the Gurkha people's festivals, they would cut off the heads of cattle and sheep as sacrifices, and they used the Gurkha scimitar. Often, with one knife, they could cut off the necks of cattle and sheep!

Yan Xiaoyi was very satisfied with this knife. No, he should be very satisfied. He was drowsy. Someone gave him a pillow. He originally thought that there were only one pair of double guns, suitable for long attacks and not easy to fight in close combat. He was very suffocated and prepared to find out if there were any sword-like weapons. As a result, he sent a pair of good ones. Moreover, whether it was the popularity and sharpness of the dog-leg scimitar itself, or the attributes of the game weapon, Yan Xiaoyi thought it was very good, especially the knife could be upgraded. Although there were boundaries, it could only be level 25, but it was enough for Yan Xiaoyi to use it for a while. More importantly, in the game Paradise Island, the weapons are unrestricted. Simply put, you can bring as much as you want, as long as you want, as long as you use it. After all, it is quite heavy to be full of weapons, and it is not necessarily a good thing to hold it, and it is not convenient to carry it.

At the counter, Yan Xiaoyi paid two thousand yuan for a plate of egg rice, a portion of potato strips and a cup of Liu Ding juice. Yan Xiaoyi was so angry that he was about to turn against him. Even if there was a maid, he would not be so dark. However, when he saw the smashed chairs and tables behind him, Yan Xiaoyi still paid the money very readily.

After leaving the restaurant, Yan Xiaoyi tore off the broken shirt and hung it on the belt behind her waist with a dog-legged scimitar. However, at this time, the cell phone in her pocket kept ringing. Yan Xiaoyi pressed it to answer the call, and started talking on the phone. In that tone, Yan Xiaoyi knew who it was.

After throwing the phone aside for five minutes, Yan Xiaoyi took it back and said, "Have you finished talking?"

Tiger said helplessly on the other end of the phone: "What are you doing? You haven't turned on the phone for so long."

"There is no signal in the mountains." Yan Xiaoyi said: "Is there any clues to the mission?"

Tiger said: "This chain of tasks is very troublesome. The task process has not been completed yet, but there are already a little clues. My idea is..."

"Stop, don't tell me your thoughts. You can't finish listening to those thoughts in two or three hours, so you can fumble slowly and turn back and tell me the result." Yan Xiaoyi quickly interrupted Tiger's chatterbox. After thinking about it, he said again: "I'll ask you something. Do you think, how can a person's name be taken away by others?"

The feather fox is quite strange. Although Yan Xiaoyi is not brainless, he does not deny that Tiger's brain is a little better than himself. At least there is no harm in brainstorming.
Chapter completed!