"He used to be a teenager who didn't know how to advance and retreat, but he could always stand up at the most critical moment to solve the trouble for us." "Oh?" Wang Xiaofeng smiled slightly. Who has never been frivolous and unaware of advance and retreat? It is actually more appropriate to not know how to adapt.

"Sorry, I remembered my good brothers from the past and felt a little touched for a moment." "It's okay, I can see that Brother Li is a person with temperament." "I'm a ridiculous man, but he doesn't have much to say about temperament."

The reckless man? Wang Xiaofeng tried hard to overlap Li Sanhei with a figure in his mind, but the former big man with black eyes was already a little blurred, and it was difficult to overlap with the person in front of him.

After talking for a few words, the two gradually became familiar with each other and the topics gradually became more and more.

Wang Xiaofeng is not a shy person. Although he doesn't have many friends, it does not mean that he is indifferent. During the period when he entered the apocalypse, he may have gradually walked out of the shadow of the past. Especially the unexpected encounter on Pirate Island made him feel lost and gradually changed. However, he is not willing to mention it again now, and his busy daily life also makes him have little time to think about it.

Speaking of fraud, Li Sanhei smiled and explained that it was not the professional skills of the minstrel, but that he accidentally obtained it in Emerald City. Wang Xiaofeng couldn't help but be curious about the minstrel, because when he was flipping books in the library, most of the writers of the minstrels were minstrels.

The minstrel, also known as the wandering poet, has a little romantic atmosphere in the Western atmosphere, but a little bitterness of life in the classical Chinese culture. In ancient times, there was always a beggar who used a quick-paced pen to talk about it, and the people who spoke were happy, and the shopkeeper of the merchant gave him some rewards.

This is a magic game rather than a fairy tale background, so these minstrels are not too down. The minstrels also have transnational organizations, and poets with a very literary atmosphere will raise money and subsidize them to the minstrels from artful people.

Although the minstrel has the title of poet, it also includes many aspects such as painter, musician, stage performance, etc.

"This profession is actually pretty good. You don't need to require any equipment basics, just have more blood." Li Sanhei explained to Wang Xiaofeng, "It can make a bumper and increase blood. It's easy to mix dungeons, but there are too few suitable equipment."

"What's the difference between it and the Crazy Man?" "Different?" Li Sanhei smiled and waved his hand. He was holding a staff in his hand, but a wooden flute.

Wang Xiaofeng had two more states on his head, with his health increased by 15%, and his damage decreased by 15%. The fanatical state above his head did not disappear. Compared with the two, it seemed that the minstrel did not have to sacrifice some attributes. But after a look, Wang Xiaofeng suddenly realized the difference. Li Sanhei's skill level was only a primary level!

"We are much more dedicated than the Crazy Man. Their state is halo, but most of us are single." "Great, how many of your single states can exist at the same time?" "Three at the junior level, four at the intermediate level, and six at the advanced level." Li Sanhei smiled, "Why, are you looking at the next talent and wanting to pull me into the group?"

Once the team is turned, at least one minstrel in a team needs to buff the main tank and output the output, and also need the crazier to increase the overall aggression.

"I want to," Wang Xiaofeng shook his head and smiled, "but I am also a regular team with people. I can only invite you to join our Fengyu Guild. I don't have the right to promise anything else."

It's too far away from Zi Yan now. Although the friend column shows online, it is impossible to contact and cannot obtain any permissions. It should not be a big deal to recruit individuals.

"The First God's Peasant Fixed Team?" Li Sanhei smiled, "I guess he is the famous Fengyu Four Golden Flowers? Tsk tsk, Brother Suifeng is indeed a passionate species, and he is a master who does not touch his leaves."

"I dare not take it, I dare not take it." A comrade was very humble once, but he won a look of "everyone understands", and he was immediately depressed.

The two were chatting themselves, but a sudden change occurred outside the city. A scream suddenly broke out in the black clouds, and a white shadow floated over in the air. Two black shadows floated behind them, forming a sharp contrast with her clean white dress.

All the undead suddenly stopped attacking and retreated like a tide, but the built skeleton did not withdraw and was still covered on the city wall.

"Rose... Duke!" "It's Lord Duke!" "The Lord Duke is here to save us!"

The soldiers on the city wall suddenly burst out with cheers, and then the cheers came to everyone on the city wall. Many players were attracted by the beauty that suddenly floated over and took photos quickly. Some of the poor people who were not resistant were drooling.

Wang Xiaofeng thought of something bad, so he quickly stood up and watched, but because Garfield was no longer able to post a 'broadcast'.

"My people." She floated outside the city, like a god descending from the sky. Her simple hands swayed slightly, her voice exuded a little majestic and charming, and made people feel swayed in a hazy way. "Why have you forgotten to resist my rule? The oath you made when you were loyal to me."

"Dude!" General Case knelt on one knee and lowered his head to the floating baroness, his voice trembling, "Yes, is it you?" "Of course it's me," her smile was very quiet, which made people fall into it unconsciously, and more knights kneeled down.

"Kase, open the city gate. I will give you eternal life and infinite power. Let you follow me forever, and no one can threaten us again."

Players on the city wall were talking about it, some of whom did not understand what the beauty who suddenly appeared was doing, and most of them didn't know why this woman was. Seduction? This is too obvious. If these NPCs were stupid, they still despise the IQ of the First God's Madam.

"Duke..." General Case's body trembled, and two tears were unconsciously passed by, and shouted to the several knights who were at a loss behind him, "Open the city!"

"Slow!" A cold shout suddenly interrupted Case's words. Everyone looked at the figure standing on the city tower, the figure standing in the moonlight suddenly had a heart-wrenching momentum.

However, Wang Xiaofeng was forced to release the sacred majesty. He remembered that the sacred majesty also had a certain "amplifier" function. Although it could not be heard in the whole city, it could compete with the charming voice.

Turning his head and looking beside him, Li Sanhei was gone. A comrade's momentum was wrong and he was almost retaliated by this unconventional skill.

"The humble Apocalypse is you, the messenger of the Holy See of Light." "It's me, the messenger of the Holy See of Light." Wang Xiaofeng's calm and composed voice showed that he was not fascinated by beauty, "But to correct it, the Apocalypse is not humble."

"Is that true?" The figure of the Rose floated to the center line of the city gate in front of Case, facing Wang Xiaofeng standing alone for dozens of meters apart. "But your power is no different from an ant in my eyes. Is there no one in the Vatican who can send the weak messenger of light? Or are they already insane?"

"It's enough to deal with you." Wang Xiaofeng smiled slightly, remembered the description of the sheep transformation technique, and he cried out in a few words. "Destruction and resurrection are just the suffering of revolving and recurring; power erodes the soul, but changes cannot be reversed; it is both a distortion of the soul and no fear. God said: Power is original sin."

"Original sin?" The beautiful duke suddenly laughed wildly, regardless of his elegant image. The charm gradually disappeared and turned into cruelty and madness: "Greedy, selfish human beings, driven by the ** and confused by death! This is your original sin! You all deserve to die! Accept true baptism and evolution! Hahahaha!"

"You are just a devil with a beautiful body now. Wake up, Lina." Wang Xiaofeng's words stopped her crazy laughter, as if she was aroused by her own name. "You should know that you are really looking, blinded by strength and hatred, and your soul is already dirty."

"Shut up!" A sharp roar suddenly interrupted Wang Xiaofeng's sharp words. A ball of black gas turned into a half-month blade and slashed at Wang Xiaofeng hard.

But my dad was prepared and sang quickly, and the technique of changing sheep was quickly launched.

Peng! Boom-

The black blade slashed hard on the city tower. With the violent explosion, the city tower of the retro building was instantly shattered.
Chapter completed!