It wasn't a summon, it was a pet, and it was a creature he was familiar with, the Mineral-Eating Ant Queen he had brushed twice.

It is almost impossible to directly contract the mineral-eating ant queen, and the two pairs of wings of this demon pet have obviously not degenerated, and the body size has not become bloated, it should have hatched from the egg and then directly contracted.

"My Queen Susan, amazing, 130,000 yuan was bought from a ranger, and I raised it for more than ten days to practice it to such a big age." Wind Chime said with a little pride, and then gently patted the head of the minerous ant queen, and the two smaller figures flew out of the void again.

It's still an old friend, the mineral-eating male ant, and sure enough, it has become a magic pet, and the skill has not changed much, and the summoning technique is still there, but it is a bit beyond his expectations to be able to summon the mineral-eating male ant.

This was not the end of the story, as the staff danced again, a yellow gem was thrown by the wind chimes, and a four-foot-tall earth elemental was teleported from the elemental plane.

The Spellcaster's summoning otherworldly creatures are very similar to the Druid's natural transformation mechanics, both of which are composed of a primary skill and countless sub-skills, so under normal circumstances, only one summon can exist at the same time.

"Just let my pet resist, Xiao Luoluo, you and Brother Chong can output!" Another physical damage reduction spell shrouded the Earth elemental's head, and then drove it towards the three flesh-ripping dragons not far away.

Earth elementals are humanoids who, when summoned to the material plane, will be composed of dirt, stone, precious metals, and gems in the vicinity of the summoned location, and the summoning will not succeed if one of these substances is not nearby.

Elemental creatures always show a cold, expressionless face, and the earth elemental has an opening that looks like a mouth, plus a pair of eyes that look like multi-faceted gems, and they speak the native language, but they are rarely seen.

Earth elementals move slowly, but when on the ground, they have a fast-moving ability, Earth Push, similar to a Warrior's Dash.

In addition, the defense ability of the earth element is also quite good, and there is also a bonus to the talent of earth familiarity in attack, and in general, it is a meat pet with a fairly good comprehensive ability.

With the blessing of the buff of the wind chimes, the earth element steadily pulled the hatred of the three flesh-ripping dragons.

Sherlock turned into a half-fire monkey form, drew out the silver fire and rushed forward, and at this moment, he finally saw the true face of the weapon in Feng Erzhong's hand.

Drawing from the wooden scabbard, it was not a sharp metal sword, but a slightly blunt wooden sword, and it seemed that it was a question of whether it could break through the defenses of the Ripping Dragon.

-63！

-49！

"What a high attack." Sherlock couldn't help but be surprised when he took a look.

The former one is the damage of his silver fire wooden stick, and the latter one is drawn by the wooden sword in Feng Er, which seems to be a little higher than his attack, but in terms of attack speed, his output is much lower than that of the opponent.

The gap in output not only proves the attributes of this wooden sword, but also makes Sherlock suddenly realize a problem.

Ever since he got the legendary weapon of the Silver Stick, he has developed a blind confidence in his output, and among the players he has always encountered, even the most powerful elemental method with the output cannot surpass him in continuous combat, which further exacerbates his blindness.

So much so that an inexplicable sense of superiority gradually developed in his heart, and this change was very slow and secret, even he himself had not been aware of it at all.

It wasn't until now that he saw someone pressing him on the output, and the psychological loss made him finally realize this problem, when did he have the illusion that his output was higher than everyone else.

Sherlock knew that something might be wrong with his mentality, that the game was too smooth for him, and sometimes he wondered if he was a child of destiny or something.

He is now like a poor man who has been struggling on the verge of survival and has made a fortune, and it is indeed not a natural thing to want to keep his heart.

Under the pressure of this loss, the wooden stick in his hand danced again and again, and in less than a minute, the three flesh-ripping dragons fell under their siege.

Feng Erzhong and Feng Chime, the two local tyrants, were able to rise to such a high level not only by relying on gold coins, but also by virtue of their own strength.

A light armor battle can play this output may have weapons and props bonuses, but Sherlock who is right next to the opponent has a clearer understanding.

That kind of elegant movement with his agile swordsmanship, flashing and moving brings pieces of damage, and the whole action has a kind of beauty flowing in it, which is really wonderful.

Forcibly correcting his mentality, he brushed monsters while secretly learning the opponent's body movements and movements, although one made a sword, one played a stick, but the root of martial arts was figured out.

His one-handed knife skills and stick skills are blindly figured out by himself, and it is enough to beat ordinary people, but in the face of real martial arts masters and martial arts masters, he is not enough, and now that he has such a good teacher, he has to learn from the experience.

Half an hour later, even though the spells that had been under control were used, the constant summoning of earth elementals and stacking buffs still drained the blue amount of the wind chimes.

"How's it going?" During the break, Feng Erzhong put away the wooden sword and walked over and asked.

Knowing that his small movements were discovered, Sherlock was also a little embarrassed.

There is no patent for combat skills, but it is not a gentleman's style to steal other people's swordsmanship when you first know each other.

Eh, it seems that he is not a gentleman either.

"I have this little bit of value left, and if you can win me, I can teach you once." Feng Erzhong didn't care, but took out two small wooden barrels from his backpack, and then said with a wicked smile.

"You're not going to let me have a drink with you." The smell that emanated from the barrel, Sherlock had already guessed what was inside.

"Uh-huh!" Feng Erzhong shook his eyebrows and pulled the cork on the barrel, and a rich aroma of wine instantly came out.

The other party's willingness to teach him combat skills in person was enough to surprise him, but he didn't expect the prerequisites to be even more ridiculous, not to mention that he had to fight something valuable, and he was going to have a fight anyway, and what was going on with winning or losing in drinking.

Such an interesting thing, such an interesting person, he has not met for a long time.

"What's more interesting than drinking, and by the way, how good is my craft." Sherlock suddenly thought of an equally interesting idea, and then took out the charcoal-grilled spider legs that had been hidden in the snow for a long time in his backpack.

It's a magical dish that tastes like heavy metal.

"One person and one jar of wine, 10 spider legs, whoever eats them all first will win, and if I lose, I will brew ten different flavors of wine for you to taste."