Falling with the rain is the sister who dies with the wind. This is what Gong Zhe of the End of the World. No matter how familiar the old brothers who are Wang Xiaofeng have never heard him mention it. But Li Sanmo and others believed the words of Gong Zhe of the End of the World at the first time, not because he was the apprentice accepted by Wang Xiaofeng in name, but they saw the shadow of Wang Xiaofeng back then in Yuluo.

At this time, Gongzhe of the End Times knew about Wang Xiaofeng's appearance. More than a dozen people separated met and studied the next tactics.

"Kill back?" This was Wu Mei's suggestion. The bright red name above her head made her more charming, and she exuded a faint murderous aura like a bloodthirsty queen. The more than ten people around her were in similar states. It was hard to say that this red name would be washed clean without seventy or eighty hours.

"What's wrong with us when the boss is here? Just find a copy and stay with the red name." Li Sanmo suggested, "Let me find a few people to give us some supplies, and the blue medicine is gone."

"How is the situation of Yu Luo?" The Demon Saint of Wu Jing looked at the end of the world. After all, he was the only person who maintained communication with the outside world now. He cut off all communications except team communications, which was to guard against search props in the magic world. Although I don't know if there is such a trick in the Apocalypse, such as spending money to find player coordinates, the lessons of the Era forced them to deal with it.

"I'm much more stable now," Gongzhe, the end of the world, seemed to have communicated with Zhilan for a moment before replying, "She was just a little scared and is now looking for my master."

"It's okay," Li Sanmo waved his hand, "There are no high school students nowadays who are ignorant of the world. This is nothing. Anyway, that guy hasn't succeeded."

When Qiuyue heard a few words, such as intimate potions, drunkenness, as the wind and rain fell, Wang Xiaofeng's fists gradually clenched and his body slowly stood up. Although his face was still calm, the inexplicable sharpness emanated from his body made Qiuyue's stretched out hand shake and shrink back.

He slowly walked to the stairs and seemed to be walking down the stairs in a calm manner. When he passed by the beauty in the long skirt, he was not in the mood to look at her. But she subconsciously gave up the road, stretched out a hand, but she was standing there, unable to move forward for a second.

The players around gave way, and even pushed a few meters away to be affected by the wrath of the gods. But Wang Xiaofeng's old brothers gathered in, surrounded the surroundings on three sides, and looked at Qu Zhengqi with fierce eyes.

Fangcai Shenmu's performance clearly told these people that he didn't know what was going on yet, but he simply stood from the perspective of his studio, preparing to face the provocation of the Fenglei Guild.

"Is Qu Zheng?" The greeting was dull, but it made them retreat a few steps in the ears of the players around them. The players of Fenglei were nothing but the same.

"Yes!" Qu Zheng frowned, his face pale, and his breathing was a little rapid. He was not afraid, but a little ashamed for his disgrace.

After all, he is also a well-known figure in Jiyu City. Although he was discovered by someone, he would obviously be uneasy when he fell with the rain and approached the wind and thunder. But he didn't know how to argue at this time. It was not his personality to mess around, because besides being ashamed, he was more angry.

Especially, the elder sister I had always trusted actually drove me out of Fenglei. This seemed absolutely impossible to him, as if I was immersed in a dream, but this dream was a nightmare...

With a little unwillingness and no belief, when he saw the man in front of him who was a few years older than him, he felt a little angry. Now it was mixed, and I don’t know why he was angry. Is this person’s glory so dazzling that it made him jealous?

"You are Qu Zheng, the one who wants to take advantage of my sister, the vice president of the Fenglei Guild, the Forty-Three Pole Elf Mage."

Wang Xiaofeng murmured, not much tone at all, as if he was muttering some sleep, but the players around him could hear it clearly.

For some reason, Qu Zheng had some hairs all over his body, and even his scalp felt a little numb. But at this time he didn't know what he was thinking, and waved the staff in his hand and showed a provocative sneer at Wang Xiaofeng.

call--

Suddenly, a sudden punch hit Qu Zheng's nose, but stopped in front of Qu Zheng, and was fixed by the red light protected by the system. This is the safety point in the city, and no one can attack.

The players around were just watching, and they didn't seem to expect that Shenmu would take such a direct and ineffective way.

Pang!

Na Qu Zheng's sneer did not dissipate, but the blue smoke from the Sheep Change Technique rose directly. The Sheep Change Technique was obviously classified as a gain-type state skill by the system.

Nowadays, most of Wang Xiaofeng's skills have been well known to players and have been thoroughly studied by many people. As an auxiliary magic that he has appeared since level 10, this sheep transformation technique has made great contributions to his legendary journey and is also one of the most commonly used methods by the God Mu.

In eight seconds, the difference in strength between the two was a bit too large. Another burst of blue smoke rose, and Qu Zheng stood up against a curse debuffer that was 50 points per second. Several holy lights appeared around him, but the healing technique cast by the players behind him.

However, before the light of the healing technique reached Qu Zheng's back, the elf man who was sneering was swallowed by a green light, but he entered a state of sleep. Wang Xiaofeng did not have too many attack judgment skills, but each skill was jealous.

In seven seconds, it seemed that this guy's holy light fit was pretty good, but at this time the sheep-changing technique had cooled down. Before the angry Qu Zheng could curse, Wang Xiaofeng waved his hand and continued to let him become a sheep.

In the next few breaths, Qu Zheng glared at Wang Xiaofeng, and his handsome face had been completely distorted. This anger made him fail to obey his friend's advice and go offline? He is not a man who is timid and escapes. He dares to act and never surrenders.

Peng! Continue to change the sheep technique...

Playing? It's just that Wang Xiaofeng can't attack at this time and the only thing he can do. If Qu Zheng didn't step out of the city, he wouldn't be able to break the system rules and kill him in the city.

Wang Xiaofeng just shook his skills without saying a word, basically not causing damage, but the players around him were a little chilling. It was not until the hundreds of black-armored knights pushed away the crowd and the two knights in the lead knelt on one knee behind Wang Xiaofeng that the somewhat boring game was temporarily over.

"Take them away, I'm going to leave the city."

Wang Xiaofeng's words were still dull, but at this time he could already hear the suppressed anger. Three hundred elite knights took out their spear and sword in the mount space, all of which were level 80 light golden NPC soldiers, causing the players around to retreat again.

The spear was raised horizontally, and dozens of knights lined up, pushing nearly a hundred players blocking the city gate like earth-proof machines. Players could not attack players in the city, and this rule did not exist for the indigenous people in the game world.

The white light flashed, but the spear accidentally turned the spear head; he cursed angrily, but these cold knights were pushing forward at normal pace, without any concern about the lives and death of these prides of heaven.

Without Wang Xiaofeng's instructions, Norton, who had already had a very tacit understanding with him, took two steps forward. When the elf man turned around in his sleep, he chopped the elf man's neck.

The elf man was immediately shot into a state of residual blood, with a little dizziness talisman on his head, which was a normal judgment by the system. The surrounding wind and thunder healing wanted to add blood to him, but was driven out by the black armored knight for too long.

Wang Xiaofeng took two steps forward, grabbing his neck like a dead dog. Even if he lacks strength, he can still drag a thin elf mage. However, the system rules prevent him from lifting the lying elf half a step. This annoying rule made Wang Xiaofeng quite dissatisfied at this time.

Norton continued to do it on his behalf, dragging the elf man's right leg directly, allowing the stone slabs on the ground to slaughter his blood.

Dozens of knights surrounded Wang Xiaofeng, guarding the players around him, and the old brothers followed the tens of thousands of players watching, but were blocked by the city wall.

The Wind Thunder player, who was pushed out by the knights, began to fight back, but he was helpless to find that the level and attributes were suppressed, and he could not hit the forced blood reduction of one. The knight was attacked, and Kyce's snorted coldly became the death-induced spell of these players.

The defenders on the top of the city set up archers and crossbows, but were drunk by the generals of the city guarding.

"Let me go!"

Qu Zheng shouted angrily and left the city only more than ten meters.

Wang Xiaofeng waved his hand, and the knights and Norton who were moving around stopped at the same time. Except for dozens of night owls standing at the city gate, the players in the city did not make a few steps.

Healing, healing, dispersing, Wang Xiaofeng asked Qu to stand up slowly in front of him. Looking at the handsome man who was still glaring at him, the words that Qiu Yue said were still echoed in his mind.

Intimate potion?
Chapter completed!