Compared with the old 1 guarding the door, the difficulty of the old 2 of the Xuanhuang Mausoleum is not so great. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info requires more of a team's overall strength than a dragon that can rely on skill or luck. Boss aside, just two hundred stone maid mobs that will activate a certain number of different stages of the boss are enough to make it tricky for everyone in the snowy Guanshan Mountain. Not only are they thick-skinned, but each wave of monsters must be killed together. If a player accidentally kills a mercenary, the other surviving mobs will instantly return to full health.

After a whole night of wilderness, I watched my team still lose because of the lack of output. No matter how anxious he was, considering the deaths of the clan members and the length of the game, Nangong Linfeng had no choice but to announce the dissolution of today's event. After all, the overall output is not enough, which is a failure to meet the hard conditions. This situation is not something that can be broken through by blindly forcing it.

"Nangong, do you want to change a few people to come in tomorrow and try it? I think there are a few members of our group whose output is a bit poor. After the group was dispersed, Yingge, one of the elders who automatically stayed for the meeting to discuss, bluntly put forward a proposal to replace him.

It's a pity that although her suggestion was approved by most of the elders present, it was rejected by Nangong Linfeng, who was the patriarch, and Goodbye Coffee, who was the commander. The reason for the rejection is naturally that these people have been very proficient in the stage shown in front of the boss after a whole night of land reclamation, and then they rashly proposed to replace them. Not only will it make the players who are replaced have a big psychological gap, but it also means that the whole team will need to spend a lot of time on re-grinding tomorrow.

After several business discussions, he still couldn't find a feasible plan, and the famous sword romance with a more anxious personality couldn't help but be a little discouraged and annoyed. "So what are we going to do? This dps can't be beaten, is it possible that we come to the Xuanhuang Mausoleum every day for a day trip to the old 2!? ”

His self-deprecation knocked down a group of people for a while.

In a feeble silence, Nangong Linfeng, who was not good at copying, had no choice but to pin his hopes on the blue-gray figure who had been standing quietly with his back against the wall of the corridor.

"There's snow, what do you think?"

The push of her friends made the fugue Ling Xue suddenly come back to her senses, but she saw everyone present looking at her expectantly. She pursed her lips by habit, and was very disdainful of the unscrupulous Nangong Linfeng's behavior of looking for her if there was a problem. But after pondering for a moment and organizing her language a little, she still slowly said the countermeasures that had already taken shape in her heart, and in four words, that is, to prescribe the right medicine.

In fact, when she was playing a dungeon before, Ling Xue had been secretly using her skill Tianyan to observe the internal strength attributes and skill effects of each member. Its original intention is to understand the characteristics of the martial arts of each major school, and at the same time, use his rich combat experience to imagine how these skills should be combined in order to achieve the best results. I don't want to, but this is when it comes in handy.

In her opinion, those so-called players with low output are not inferior to others in terms of skill or martial arts. The reason why their output lags behind most people is simply because there is a certain problem with the way they output. Therefore, as long as a few relatively powerful players in the same sect are assigned to teach them how to output in this dungeon, and practice a few handfuls, with their comprehension ability, even if they can't catch up immediately, they will definitely not lag behind.

Then there is the characteristics of the mental methods and skills of each sect, so as to assign tasks and stand. Let the place where the multi-station mobs of multiple groups of attacks gather to fight monsters with peace of mind, and let the single sect concentrate on dealing with a small mob. Let the sect with more skill reading strips move as little as possible, and let the sect with more instant skills be responsible for wandering and balancing the mob's HP...... All in all, according to the characteristics of each sect, we will do everything possible to arrange it in the most suitable place, so as to squeeze the output.

"Finally, there's the Goodbye Coffee Saying Practice Makes Perfect. Eat the boss thoroughly, and be so proficient that you can fight with your eyes closed, and the natural output will be improved. ”

The corridor, which already has the potential to rise to the sky, is even more empty and deep under the backdrop of a few people at this time. Ling Xue's crisp and clean voice echoed in everyone's ears for a long time with the cold tomb wind, and at the same time, it also made their brains, which were originally a little knotted due to the fatigue of clearing the wasteland, begin to become extremely clear and thorough. Especially as the conductor of Goodbye Coffee, he is like a passerby who has been hidden by a thick fog, and suddenly sees the sunshine guiding the way when he is full of despair. Having found a way out in an instant, he immediately ran his brain at high speed, deploying and perfecting the implementation of Ling Xue's suggestions.

Seeing that everyone had started a new round of discussion, Ling Xue, who felt that she had completed the task, proposed to withdraw first, and Qingge Enchanting, who was a competent follower, naturally chose to join her.

Because Ling Xue was disgusted with suicide, the two had to walk out of the copy on two legs. Carefully avoided the surging crowd and got into the carriage back to the capital.

Listening to her friend's chatter all the way to describe her vision of the auction house in her ear, Ling Xue, who was in a happy mood, felt that the long drive suddenly seemed much shorter this time. After a while, they heard the sound of the coachman pulling his horse.

got out of the car and rushed to Jingzhao Mansion non-stop. Because the two have become legal residents of the national capital, the official who guards the door generously let them go after some kind and pleasant routine questioning.

Find Zhao Zhongfu, the official in Jingzhao Mansion who specializes in managing the land authority of the national capital. The smiling big fat man slowly spread out the map of the national capital and clicked on the location he wanted, and obediently paid 580,000 taels of gold to buy land, including tax.

A large sum of money was returned to the evil system, how could Ling Xue, who was a senior money-lover, not feel heartache, but when the big fat man handed over the title deed to her with an extremely gentle voice, she immediately felt that her heart full of holes was instantly healed.

However, just when the big fat man was about to roll up the map again, her eyes were still lingering around the land she bought, and her mind suddenly flashed, and a new idea came to her. As a result, a slender jade finger suddenly pressed against the slowly retracted earthy yellow drawing, preventing the other party from retracting it.

"There is snow in the North Mountain, do you have anything else?" Raising his head and looking at the players who were hindering his work, Zhao Zhongfu, who was an NPC official, asked unhappily.

"Don't worry, Lord Zhao, Xiaomin just wants to ask, in addition to this land, can Xiaomin continue to buy the land in this national capital?" After that, Ling Xue raised the title deed in his hand.

"You're still going to buy it?" As soon as he heard that the other party was going to continue to buy land, Zhao Zhongfu, who was fat and oily, seemed to change his face, and immediately smiled like a flower. It's no wonder that he is like this, because the system has been hiding this prestige task, not a single piece of vacant land in the city has been sold, which makes Zhao Zhongfu, who is in charge of this affairs, not know how long he has been faceless in front of other colleagues. Now such a person suddenly appeared, not to mention buying the most expensive land, she even wanted to continue to buy it. This makes him, who finally sees the hope of political achievements, not be excited?

It's just that excitement is excitement, and this rule still has to be observed.

"With your current prestige, you can only own one property at most."

"What kind of prestige do you need to continue buying land?"

"Well...... Respect can have three places, and if it is respectful...... You can buy as much as you want, hehe......"

…… Respect, looking at himself with Youxue, after brushing for a long time, but still missing most of the intimate Qingge Enchanting listened to it embarrassed. She didn't dare to imagine that just intimacy, Ling Xue had been brushing for nearly a month, and if she wanted to brush it to respect, she would have to wait for the Year of the Monkey and the Moon!

"Alas!" Ling Xue sighed as if deflated, "Originally, I wanted to buy a few more pieces of land, but I didn't expect it...... Enchanting, let's go. As she spoke, she turned to leave.

Seeing that the exploits of his hands were about to fly, this made Zhao Zhongfu anxious, he hurriedly put down the map in his hand, moved his huge body to block the door, and blocked the way of Ling Xue and the others. "There is snow in the North Mountain, don't be in a hurry to leave! Prestige, we can find a way together......"

"Oh?" Ling Xue immediately stopped, "Could it be that Lord Zhao has a way?" ”

"Of course!" The eyes, which were already small, were squeezed by the trembling fat and left only a shallow mark in an instant. "You're lucky to have picked up a big bargain. Recently, thieves have been rampant, and there are even thieves who have boldly stolen to the palace, and they have also stolen the Qingtian Huangshi carved beast paperweight, which is the favorite party of the saint today. The Holy One was furious because of this. If you can find it for the Holy One...... Hey. ”

The fat man didn't continue, but just threw a "you know" look at the other party.

It's a pity that Ling Xue didn't appreciate it, she frowned and said with a tangled face. "Since this thief dares to steal into the palace, this skill must be extremely profound, I think I should not send it to death." The smile on her face, full of meat, disappeared with her words. I didn't want to, but Ling Xue suddenly changed her words, and glanced at the big fat man in front of her meaningfully, "But...... Birds die for food, and people die for wealth. If so, maybe a little more good, maybe ......"

As an old fritter in the officialdom, Lord Zhao instantly understood the meaning of the other party in a second, and he wanted to be angry, but he looked back.

If the person in front of him really has the ability to retrieve the stolen paperweight, then as a commission to these two people, he can show his face in front of the saint, and he will not be afraid that there will be no chance of promotion. And as long as you are promoted, do you still care about this little loss? This sale, done!

"There is Snow Woman, as long as you can share the worries of the saint and find the lost treasure of the saint. In the future, if you buy land with me, I will give you less than 10%, what do you think? After speaking, he looked at the other party with a look of hope.

"Let's go." With a touch of ridicule on her thin lips, Ling Xue bypassed the big fat man who was smiling flatteringly and stepped through the doorrail in one step.

"Twenty percent, two percent less!" Zhao Zhongfu hurriedly chased after him, and drew a scissor hand with the raised right hand.

"Fifty percent!" Ling Xue, who turned around, opened the five fingers of her right hand with a decisive cut.

Sample, just one of your system NPCs still dare us to bargain, see if there is snow and don't cut you to death!

Qingge, who was standing on the side, thought proudly.