Because there are constantly new players supplementing, in order to be able to close the distance between new and old players as much as possible, and prevent the gap from being too large and losing a large number of new players, it is not difficult to level up, but it takes more time to think about attributes and equipment. In addition, it is a holographic game, so the requirements for operation are greater. In a week's time, although Qin Zitong gradually regained his original feeling, because of the continuous collection of low-level materials he encountered, the level did not rise much faster than Qin Ziwu, and he could pass the seventy-fifth level.

【Friend】Sister Wu: Zitong, come here.

【Friend】Memory:?

【Friend】Sister Wu: Strength station. Four hours this afternoon is the day of the platform.

【Friend】Memory:! How many levels are you.

Sister Wu: 75, what's wrong.

[Friend] Memory: 75 What are you going to do to join in the fun, being killed by someone or being killed by a monster.

[Friend] Sister Wu: Let's not go to Yetaizi. What I went to was the fixed platform of the main force, that is, to watch the light.

【Friend】Memory: Go ahead, I don't really want to go.

Sister Wu: Why did you promise me to come two days ago? This is the opportunity to take you to meet him. You wear a mask, and he doesn't recognize you.

Friend's Memory: What if?

[Friend] Sister Wu: / Pounding the ground // Pounding the ground / After so many years, I recognized you all at once, isn't it?

Friend: I don't know.

Sister Wu: Anyway, you come to the station. Location, you know. Hurry up, or else, hum/sneer/

[Friend] Memory: I know/sigh/And, who did you learn from badly......

Cold and lonely. It is the first impression of the memory of the passing by the big waves without wind and riding the wind. The cascading and tattered skirt of the wrath bloomed like a dying flower at her feet, but the upper body was straight, and the wide cuffs fluttered in the wind like a spirit flag wrapped around a mast.

Carrying the heavy pen used by the soul fallen, the burst pen, like a swordsman who returned to exile after drinking hatred in the rivers and lakes or a supreme assassin who lurked in the darkness and took the head, he did not have the weak quality of a mage in the fallen spirit.

But if you look closely, the face outside the mask is just a little girl in her twenties. The height is not high, one meter six or five, and the whole person is very slender. Waist-length hair is tied high on the top of his head, and the bronze mask on his face is slightly hideous. Sister Wu, who was the first to see her, pounced on her and rubbed her head, and her face was immediately dyed a little red, adding a bit of softness to her cold breath. It's really a contradictory girl!

Wufeng thought like this, stepped forward and stretched out his right hand, "Hello, I am the power lord of the big waves and no wind, and the power of the gods has been drunk for thousands of years." ”

"I am a memory." Qin Zitong stretched out his hand and touched it gently, "Hello...... there is no wind.

"You use a burst pen, is it a soul fall?"

"Yes."

"Why are you all wearing masks lately?" The rest of the people who rode the wind to arrange the force, and the dead Xanadu helped lead the fan team to brush the wandering boss during the stage guard, and also came up, "Uh...... Isn't that a bit presumptuous......"

Qin Ziwu put one hand on Qin Zitong's shoulder, bent over with a smile, and couldn't see his teeth.

The big waves and no wind only gave him a big white eye, and the Lou Zi he poked out himself made up for it.

"Nope."

"What?"

The corners of Qin Zitong's mouth lifted slightly, "No presumptuous." I don't know, maybe it's too strange to be a soul fall, everyone covers their faces. ”

"Is that so? Because it's too embarrassing to be a soul fall? ”

"Maybe, I am." Looking at Qin Zitong's indifferent expression, he was either deep or really didn't lie.

Under Qin Ziwu's smiling expression, he rode back to Da Lang Wufeng and touched his nose.

"Alright, the rest of the force has been assigned to lead the fan team as staff members. Let's just go to the platform of the main force of the four of us. ”

Houmatun Sacrifice Roof

The Central Plains is in turmoil, the yellow sand hides their faces, the people are displaced, and there is no old and weak woman or child who has escaped famine and survived until now, all of them are strong and brave men. And it was really these people who were fierce and strong, and they were not involved, so they settled in Houmatun outside the ancient city of Pingyao and became horse bandits, harassing the people nearby.

Used for the power sniper event, that is, the player's so-called sacrificial platform used to defend the platform, in the map of Houmatun, is halfway up the mountainside.

The mountain is not too high, compared to the strange mountains of Bashu, it can be called a small mound at most. But this mound is full of strange rocks, not only the mountain road is rugged and difficult to walk, but also there are many annoying horse bandit monsters.

By the time the big waves and windless party arrived at the altar, some people in the paradise were already waiting there.

"No wind, so slow." Fei Peng stood on the sacred stone in the center of the altar and greeted him from afar.

"Why are you here?" Da Lang looked around for a moment, "Just two Ling Ji, two assassins and you have one poisoned milk, is it enough?" ”

"Enough tight. Now the various clubs are still fighting each other about this kind of thing, and these people are just to guard against the wandering bosses near the table. ”

"Then what are you doing here? A poisoned milk, you still want to drag the boss away. ”

"Then what is this seventy-level magic spirit and a seventy-level spirit behind you trying to do? Wait, this spirit ......"

"What's wrong? Any questions? ”

"No, you're wearing a mask, are you a soul fall?" Feipeng pointed at Qin Zitong, "Isn't it?" ”

"I am." Qin Zitong raised his face and looked at Fei Peng indifferently.

"It turns out that you have also recruited a soul there. I'm here because the captain has brought a soul fall, and I'm afraid that I will accidentally provoke a monster later, so that I can break the delusion and clear my hatred at any time. ”

Chengfeng was stunned for a moment, "What?" Team Yang also brought a soul fall? ”

"yes, from the second team. The one who washed the attribute and became a soul fell was the little girl who was originally following Mingyin. ”

"Sacrifice?" Da Lang was stunned for a moment, "Yes, she was originally by Mingyin's side, but unfortunately she was born at the beginning." ”

"Qinglong, Tianmad, the four of you come here." Fei Peng beckoned behind him and stood in front of Qin Zitong and Qin Ziwu, "Uh...... These two are ......"

"This spirit is called Sister Wu, and this spirit is called Memory. They all joined last week. The big wave and no wind introduced Feipeng, turned his head and introduced Feipeng to Qin Ziwu and Qin Zitong, "This sacrifice is the power lord Feipeng of the sub-force Xanadu, this assassin is called Yan Thorn, this assassin is a mercenary, these two Ling Ji are Snow Falling Sky Madness and Riding a Green Dragon to see Qingyi. ”

"Hello." Qin Ziwu smiled, "It's nice to meet you." ”

"Hello, beauty." Riding the green dragon to see Qingyi smiled, stepped forward and shook his hand, and then smiled silly.

Da Lang Wufeng glanced at Fei Peng, Fei Peng held his forehead speechlessly, "Uh, Qinglong, you go to the platform for me!" ”

"Boss, can I not go? Ay! Ay! Heavenly Madness...... God, let me go! Heavenly madness! Put...... Let me go...... What a shame! Wow wow wow, you let go of me, bastard! ”

Qin Ziwu stretched out his right hand to maintain a handshake posture, stunned there, and then suddenly reacted, and lay on the ground with a snort. It was Qin Ziwu's turn to stiffen his face and look at her speechlessly.