"Why!"

"Dry!"

“Fuck!”

Although the three sides use different words, their mentality is exactly the same. Isn’t this just tossing people? However, even though you know that the system is tossing people, you still have to run with them, unless you don’t want the flag anymore. So everyone started running again, chasing the helicopter.

This time, the three sides had some ideas, and they didn't just run away. Three minutes were short, but they didn't say it was long. When they ran to the place and grabbed the flag while taking action, they would probably end up the same way. With their strength, there would definitely be no winner in three minutes.

"Hey!" Mota shouted to Zongzheng: "We cooperate, kill that yellow-skinned monkey first, and then we compete fairly!"

"You are stupid!" Yan Xiaoyi said disdainfully: "He is also Asian, and Chinese. I am racial discrimination for you. Besides, you think that someone is sick in his head. Can you compete fairly after killing me?"

Mota glanced at Zongzheng. Zongzheng smiled obscurely. Mota relaxed his tone and said, "I do look down on the Asian little doodle, but it is purely wrong to people and I don't discriminate against racial discrimination. To be honest, I have one-quarter of black blood. If I have racial discrimination, it is discrimination against myself. Therefore, I still admire Pojun Martial God. I heard that after entering this world, you will never learn or use any ability in this world. You only rely on your own martial arts to fight, which is impossible for people to do, and for the real warrior."

Zong Zheng said, "Do you know what Chinese martial arts are?"

Mota was stunned and then shook his head.

Zong Zhengdao: "I'm sorry to have China first and then martial arts. Although I'm not racist, I'm a nationalist!"

What are nationalists? It is very simple. As long as your country is good and your nation is good, other countries and other nations have no meaning to them. Whether it is a plague or a tsunami, even if it is a thrown into an atomic bomb, as long as something happens to your country and nation, they are indifferent. At the same time, they can do anything for their country and nation, or even sell their lives for their country and nation. Perhaps the nationalists' thoughts are indeed a bit extreme and excessive, but in fact, all the intelligence personnel in most countries are nationalists because they are not loyal to someone, but are loyal to their blood and soul!

Mota sighed. After Zong Zheng made his position clear, he stopped talking. How could a nationalist help two foreigners deal with their compatriots?

Yan Xiaoyi pointed at Zong Zheng’s thumb, and then pointed at Mota’s end!

Mota said angrily: "Do you think I can't kill you?"

Yan Xiaoyi pulled open his collar, stuck out his tongue and licked the corner of his mouth and said, "Come, Baby!"

Mota gritted his teeth and furiously, shook his hand and drew the carvings and said, "Piling!"

Green carvings appeared in the air, and the huge pointed cone log suddenly drilled out of the carvings, like a pile driver, heading straight to Yan Xiaoyi's chest. However, Yan Xiaoyi made a provocation, how could he be unprepared? He had already secretly buckled a stone in his palm, and ran towards the log and threw it out with his ability without a feather arrow. In this hand, Yan Xiaoyi only wanted to hit the log, but he did not expect that it would have a penetration effect. The stone directly penetrated the log, hitting Mota's shoulder with one blow, staggering the foreigner.

Modri ​​Tie was Modri's good friend at first sight. When he saw Modri ​​Ta was injured, he was furious and wanted to attack Yan Xiaoyi. However, before he took action, Zong Zheng suddenly inserted himself and blocked Yan Xiaoyi and pressed him on Modride's chest. He seemed to press it lightly, but it was the two strengths of Wing Chun's fist. He was weak in his palm, but his strength was erect. As soon as he exerted force on his shoulder, Modride flew out!

Just a palm, Zong Zheng dusted his clothes and said, "I'm just practicing alone, why do you do the trick of two against one?"

Mota turned over and got up from the ground and said, "You will deal with the Pojun Martial God, I will deal with that yellow-skinned monkey!"

"Your sister!"

Yan Xiaoyi couldn't help but curse, "The other person is a martial god, he is a monkey, and he immediately grabbed a stone from the ground and hit it out again. Mota quickly stretched out his hand and turned it into a vine." Then he drew a circle and turned it into a round shield. He raised his hand to knock the stones that Yan Xiaoyi had knocked away!

Yan Xiaoyi and Mota were aggressive, and Modrid also followed Zong Zheng’s situation!

"Black hole!"

Modrid raised his hand and summoned a circle of small black holes. Sand and stones suddenly flew around him. With the strong suction force of the black hole, Zong Zheng was also sucked by the black hole bit by bit.

Zong Zheng does not have any ability because he has not learned any ability in the world of Paradise Island. Zong Zheng has been pursuing his martial arts peak from beginning to end. Whether it is reality or in this world, Zong Zheng’s strongest ability is his martial arts, which is something that belongs entirely to him!

Seeing Zong Zheng trying hard to resist, but after leaving two drag marks on the ground, he was still being constantly absorbed by the black hole. Modrid also laughed and said, "What kind of bullshit martial arts? Only superpowers are truly powerful. You should be obediently thorned into pieces by the black hole!"

Zong Zheng was speechless, but when he was about to reach the black hole, Zong Zheng suddenly roared and then punched the ground, smashing a piece of the ground. Because of the suction force of the black hole, the cracked ground suddenly turned up a huge rock. At the same time, the rock flipped up and blocked the black hole, Zong Zheng suddenly jumped up in the air, and turned directly over the black hole and landed on Modrid's head.

Modrid was shocked, but Zong Zheng had already raised his leg and fell down!

"The phoenix falls into the sycamore tree!"

With a slight shout, Zong Zheng turned over in the air and cheated on the battle axe. He kicked Modrid directly on the head, kicking Modrid's eye hat Jin Xing. Then Zong Zheng's body tilted and landed on the ground. With both hands, he pushed and swept Modrid's chin!

"The green dragon swings its tail!"

After this attack, Modrid was shot into the air. Zong Zheng took a step forward and punched the horse!

"A word of fist!"

The fist was like thunder and as fast as the wind. Zong Zheng hit Modrid in the chest with a punch. Modrid spewed out blood and was knocked out. He rolled on the ground a few times, spread his hands and lay on his back into a large font. After he was completely white, he was beaten to death by Zong Zheng with three punches!

call!

Zong Zheng took a deep breath, then pressed his palms down on his chest, adjusting his breath!

Zong Zheng killed Modrid with neat bare hands, but the battle between Yan Xiaoyi and Mota also entered a white-hot stage!

To be honest, Mota is indeed extremely powerful when he can enter Paradise Island with the second pick. His ability mainly comes from a tree called the World Tree, which is said to be from the Scourge Island. For this reason, Mota also slaughtered a group of elves guarding the World Tree in Tianshao Island. Although Yan Xiaoyi has never seen or heard of it, he does not deny the power of the World Tree, countless vines, rapid regeneration ability, unparalleled speed, and all-round defense after being entangled. These all make Yan Xiaoyi involuntarily think of the Tree of Origin. Not only is the attack mode similar to the defense mode, but it is also equally difficult to deal with!

At first, when there were few vines, Yan Xiaoyi was still able to deal with it and continuously counterattacked Mota's attack. However, the world tree had more and more patterns and more vines, and Yan Xiaoyi gradually became less comfortable. His actions were greatly restricted. At the same time, no matter how many vines were cut off, more vines would always grow in the patterns!

While gasping, Yan Xiaoyi stepped on the tree vines and fell on the ground, suddenly raised his hand and said, "Wait a minute!"

"Hmph!" Mota sneered: "Yellow-skinned monkey, are you the only skill? I only used five points of power, and these vines are only part of the World Tree. I thought you could at least force me to summon the World Tree!"

"Don't worry, you have a chance!" Yan Xiaoyi stole a horse, exhale and inhale, and then said: "I will use my strongest killer move now. Once this move is used, the sky will be dark, the sun and the moon will be light, the mountains will be left unbroken, the river will flow backwards, the river will be lost, and the rain will be reversed. You have to think clearly, it is still too late to admit defeat now!"

Mota sneered again: "Even if you use it, do you still think I am a three-year-old child and can you scare me with just a few words?"

"Since that's the case, I can't blame me!" Yan Xiaoyi put his hands together and closed his waist and said, "The Turtle...sect...qi...harmony!"

Mota waved his hand quickly, and all the vines around him rushed around his body, crisscrossing and quickly tangled up with each other, forming tree walls one by one, with twenty or thirty layers stacked. Mota was relieved. No matter how powerful you were, could you still penetrate such a thick defense?

However, after doing all this, Mota was a little puzzled again, why did it take two or three minutes to be silent? Did the Asian little Douding take action? Why did the attack be a little more dynamic? Why didn't it sound silent and didn't even tremble?

While wondering, Mota carefully removed the wooden vines. Then he saw that he had the urge to spew out two taels of blood. There was no Turtle Sect Qigong? Yan Xiaoyi was looking up at the sky at 45 degrees and pretending to be thirteen!

at the same time……

System prompt: The feather-clothed fox gets the flag, the battle to seize the flag ends, and Yan Xiaoyi gets the victory of the three parties' encounter

"Fuck!" Mota said furiously: "It's that woman, you deliberately delayed the time..."

Before Mota could finish scolding, a white light flashed around him, but the system had already thrown them out of a combat copy.

After leaving the dungeon, Modrid went to the off-field to confess, and the three parties' grid positions were also staggered. Zong Zheng was generous and shook his head helplessly and didn't say anything. He couldn't blame himself for being too useless, but only for the enemy being too cunning, but cunning is also a kind of wisdom. Zong Zheng lost, while Mota looked at Yan Xiaoyi gritting his teeth. He now wanted to cut Yan Xiaoyi alive. The problem was that he did not have a reverse card at hand, so he could not move forward in the opposite direction. He continued to throw dice, and the two of them could only move forward in a staggered manner!

Yan Xiaoyi paid attention to the situation of others. Pops worked hard to penetrate the dungeon, and Fu Xuan was also recalled by Lin Yue with a member summoning card. At present, all four of them left the base camp and headed towards the four roads together. Lin Yue had already reached the eighty-one grid and could open a road immediately.

Of course, it seems that everything is moving in a beautiful direction, but there is still bad news. Before Yan Xiaoyi ended the battle, the system announced that the silver box had been unearthed and was obtained by a player named Ginoatti. Currently, only the gold box and the copper box are left to be excavated. Their speed seems not slow, but the other groups have already opened at least one fork, and most of them have opened two forks. At the same time, at least half of the forks have been opened and confirmed that there are no boxes. The remaining half of the forks are quite a bit like the wolf and the meat is less. If they don’t click it quickly, let alone the gold box and the copper box, I’m afraid the cardboard box will not be as good as them!
Chapter completed!