Chapter Ninety-Five: Snow Drifts Without a Trace

After playing in this attic for a while, Feng Chi'er turned to Ren Xiaoyao with a smile and said, "Do you want to go and meet the Ethereal Cloud Pavilion Guild I joined." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½ā€

At the same time, he reached out and grabbed Ren Xiaoyao's arm.

Ren Xiaoyao glanced at Feng Chime'er's towering chest as if intentionally or unintentionally, and replied casually, "That's the guild you joined, what should I go to see?" Besides, it's full of girls, so it's inconvenient for me to be a big man. ā€

"Hee-hee, it's okay, let's go!" Wind Chimes hugged one of Ren Xiaoyao's arms tightly, and the soft chest rubbed against Ren Xiaoyao's arm, making Ren Xiaoyao's heart tingle.

A mysterious smile suddenly bloomed on his face, "It's not that I want you to go, it's someone in the guild who pesters me to bring you here!" ā€

"Who?!" Ren Xiaoyao was still immersed in the gentle township at hand, and asked unconsciously.

"You'll find out when you go!" After speaking, regardless of whether Ren Xiaoyao agreed or not, he dragged him out of this attic and walked towards the corner of Qinglong City.

The sunlight from the outside world shines on his body, giving people a warm feeling, and the constant noise in his ears also dispels the strange feeling in Ren Xiaoyao's heart.

The Ethereal Cloud Pavilion, which is ranked with the three major guilds of the Divine Dragon Society, the Black Wolf Gang, and the Red Leaf Alliance, may be slightly weaker than these three, but in terms of fame alone, the Ethereal Cloud Pavilion's reputation far exceeds that of the first three.

The reason is nothing more than its composition, including the high-level members such as the president and the ordinary members below, all of them are composed of girls without exception, but such an all-girl guild has grown to the extent that it is enough to rival the other three guilds.

Therefore, in the hearts of countless male players, the Ethereal Cloud Pavilion is undoubtedly a holy place full of temptation and mystery, if it weren't for the latter's failure to recruit male players, I don't know how many people would sharpen their heads and drill into it.

And I'm going to go to that place now!

was dragged by the wind chimes for a while, but Ren Xiaoyao did not come to the door of an imaginary mansion, but stopped in the arena in the center of Qinglong City.

The Arena is a place for players to use as PK, which can be used for daily practice, as well as for resolving personal feuds or team conflicts, and there is no punishment for dying in the Arena.

Ren Xiaoyao stopped in front of this huge arena, and in front of him was a huge bluestone platform, and looked at the wind chimes next to him with puzzled eyes.

"We'll have to wait a minute, look there." Feng Chime raised his head and looked at the top of the bluestone platform, and at the same time stretched out his jade finger and pointed above.

"Huh?" Ren Xiaoyao only noticed at this moment that there was a woman in blue clothes standing on the stage on the bluestone giant platform, and the surrounding crowd was full of excitement and fanatical looking at the woman in blue above, and the tide of cheers and cheers also rose.

The woman in blue wore a simple long sword at her waist, and the willow waist was weak and boneless, setting off her more and more slender figure, facing the fanatical gaze of the surrounding crowd and wave after wave of voices, but her elegant face was quite calm, as if nothing could shake her state of mind.

"Who is she?" Ren Xiaoyao looked at the woman in blue standing on the high platform, her eyes narrowed slightly, and a trace of light came out of her eyes, looking at the attributes of this woman.

Characters: Drifting snow without a trace,

Level: 15,

Class: Swordsman,

Guild to which it belongs: Ethereal Cloud Pavilion,

……

"Oh, the people of the Ethereal Cloud Pavilion!" Ren Xiaoyao raised his eyebrows and said in surprise, "With you as a guild partner?" ā€

"Well," Wind Chimes nodded, before she began to explain to Ren Xiaoyao, "Drifting Snow Traceless is one of the few masters in our guild, and she is also the second-in-command of the Ethereal Cloud Pavilion, and during the absence of the guild leader, she led the sisters to level up together and protect us from outsiders. ā€

"Oh, that's it!" Ren Xiaoyao replied with a confused expression, and then asked, "Then what is she doing up there?" I didn't see anyone go up to PK with her? ā€

"No, someone's." Feng Chime shook her head, "Until just now, Sister Piaoxue has been competing with people here for a whole morning, a total of 99 duels, and now she is waiting for her hundredth opponent, as long as she wins this one, Sister Piaoxue can get the title of centurion." ā€

"Centurion!" Listening to the wind chimes say this, Ren Xiaoyao suddenly remembered the rewards in the game about the number of PK games, winning in the PK field can get PK points, losing is to deduct PK points, under normal circumstances, it is a win with a little points, when the points accumulate to a certain number of points, you can exchange rare equipment and props from the military camp in Qinglong City, as long as the points are enough, you can even exchange them for immortal weapons.

Of course, this is just the most common reward in the PK field, if you can continue to win, once the cumulative wins reach a hundred consecutive wins, you will be awarded the title of centurion by the officers in Qinglong City, and there are thousands of commanders and ten thousand commanders, although it is impossible to really command the army, but with this title in the corresponding main city more or less can get some privileges.

It is precisely because of the huge temptation that PK wins can bring, since entering the main city, a large number of players will come here every day for PK, and the intensity is far beyond imagination, it is not a simple matter to get a hundred consecutive wins in such an arena, but the woman on the stage has reached 99 wins in a morning, if it is not for a powerful artifact, it is far beyond ordinary skills and experience.

"If Sister Piaoxue can get a hundred consecutive victories, the points reward will be secondary, and the title of centurion can use many privileges in the city, which has immeasurable benefits for the development of the guild."

On the side, Feng Chi'er looked at the blue-clothed woman on the stage, with deep worry in her eyes, "There is not only a guild in the Ethereal Cloud Pavilion in Qinglong City, there are countless forces that want to strengthen their guild by obtaining a centurion, the most threatening is the Black Wolf Gang, which is also the four major guilds, and I don't know if Sister Piaoxue can win the last battle." ā€

"Black Wolf Gang?!" Ren Xiaoyao whispered the name, and couldn't help but be a little speechless, "Why is this guild again." ā€

"You've been in contact with the Black Wolves?" On the side, Feng Chime asked curiously.

"Nope." Ren Xiaoyao shook his head, "It's just that we've only met a few times." ā€

When Ren Xiaoyao was talking to Feng Chime, a burst of cheers erupted from the surrounding crowd, and the endless applause overshadowed a while, which shook Ren Xiaoyao's eardrums.

Sensing the strangeness of the crowd, Ren Xiaoyao and Feng Chi'er also stopped talking, and looked at the situation in the field, on the opposite side of the snow without a trace, a sturdy man was wearing armor, holding a tall mace in both hands, and a scar on his face was terrifying, compared with the weak woman in blue, it was like the difference between a tiger and a white rabbit.

Characters: The king of man and machine, the iron wolf, took me to fly,

Level: 16,

Class: Berserker,

Guild: Black Wolf Gang,

……

"Sure enough, it's from the Black Wolf Gang." Feng Chi'er glanced at Piaoxue without a trace worriedly, "Since the morning, this machine king and Sister Piaoxue have started to enter the PK field at the same time, looking at this appearance, the Black Wolf Gang obviously doesn't want our Ethereal Cloud Pavilion to win the title of centurion." ā€

Ren Xiaoyao: "......"

On the high platform, the two people who had just met did not drag on any longer, and the scarred man held a mace more than one person high, breaking through the layers of air and pressing on the woman in blue like a mountain.

Bang!

In the face of the attack of the scar man, Piaoxue Wuxian did not choose to take it hard, and his delicate body flickered, and he flashed to the side, and at the same time, a cold light bloomed, and the three-foot Qingfeng on his waist was already out of the sheath, stabbing at the former.

Phew!

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The sword light crossed, and the snow without a trace did not fight, and retreated sharply to the side, confronting the scar man who suffered a loss in the first battle, but outside the field, the crowd was ignited by the flowing action of the snow without a trace just now, and the passionate emotions erupted in their hearts, and the name of the snow without a trace was once again held to the audience.

The scar man let out a low roar, and the huge mace was raised by him again, carrying an incomparable strong wind again, unlike before, this time the mace split into several paths in the air, and attacked all parts of the body of the snow without a trace at the same time.

Star Shattering Stick!

The huge mace was like a mountain pressing down one after another, and in the face of such a powerful attack, the crowd outside the stadium was pinched into a cold sweat, and at the same time there was some excitement in their hearts, such a wonderful duel was what they longed to see.

On the other side, Drifting Snow Traceless faced this killer blow, his face still did not fluctuate much, his body changed in a very small amplitude, and his footsteps also changed on the ground, constantly shuttling through the gaps in the shadow of the mace that rushed to his face.

In the intertwined shadow of the stick, the figure of the drifting snow without a trace is like a fluttering butterfly, which seems to be light and beautiful, but the slightest carelessness is the end of the death of the person in the stick.

Drink! Seeing that he had never been able to hit the drifting snow without a trace, the scar man roared angrily, his strong body trembled slightly, a muffled sound came out of it, and then a domineering aura came out of it, and with a shake of his hands, he attacked the stick shadow of the drifting snow without a trace and was three points faster.

"Be careful!" Outside the field, the wind chimes covered their mouths and exclaimed.

A stick shadow swept by, straight to the face of the drifting snow, looking at the speed, it was obviously impossible to dodge, but in this mortal situation, she did not panic, a pair of wonderful eyes stared closely at the approaching mace, and a ray of light under her hand greeted, right in a certain place of the mace.

While!!!

A soft sound rang out, but it suppressed the shouts of the crowd outside the field, and they all looked at the situation in the field with wide eyes, and when the huge mace was still a few feet away from the snowy and snow-white face, it was stopped by a thin sword two fingers wide, unable to get closer, and the expression of the scar man was even more like seeing a ghost.

Block!

Outside the field, Ren Xiaoyao watched this scene and spit out the word softly.