Mao Tiancheng went from starting to collecting, but it took only a few seconds, and this sudden change made the horses under the Grand Slam have no time to react.

When they saw a companion being punched and scattered, the boss collapsed to the ground, and then they collectively rushed up.

“MD！ Brothers, kill it! ”

A armor player was about to charge, but found that Ji Xiaodong was the only one in front of them.

The Pu knife, which was as long as the handle and the blade, was put in the sheath, and Ji Xiaodong made a preparatory action for drawing the knife, looking a little incongruous.

"Brothers, rush! Take a big pu knife to play knife drawing, this person is by no means a master! ”

As if they had discovered a new continent, these dozens of players began to rush in the direction of Ji Xiaodong.

"Hey, hey, I just like to see you look like you're ignorant......"

The faint voice came slowly, Ji Xiaodong shook the scabbard, and the next second the knife light came.

"Draw the knife and guillotine!"

The high-speed blade takes on a cyan light effect, and at a very fast speed, it slashes the head of the armor player.

His body was still running, but the head was left in place, rolling down to his teammates behind him.

In an instant, the noise dissipated, and the audience was silent.

Ji Xiaodong slowly straightened his body, lazily supported the ground with a Pu knife, and said, "It's all here, leave your head to me, what's the matter, I promise it won't hurt." ”

is obviously a handsome smile, but it is like the wind in the cold winter wax moon, and the cold that penetrates the bone marrow.

didn't have time to savor the horror in it, Mao Tiancheng had already entered the crowd, a simple horizontal elbow and straight punch, but each blow carried an extremely powerful and unrivaled force.

The blood-colored lion kept appearing on him, and every punch elicited a lion roar sound that captured the soul.

Ji Xiaodong twisted his neck, let out a crisp gurgling sound, his body shook, and a cold cyan light and shadow split the battlefield in two.

Grand Slam just sat paralyzed, watching all this happen with trepidation, he didn't say a word, not even make a sound.

He couldn't understand that a combat player with the same intermediate title, if it was himself, he would definitely not have such combat effectiveness.

Even at the beginning, he was tortured and killed by Zhang Dacang, but he did not have such a shocking experience.

What he didn't realize was that after the intermediate combat title was opened, the players' literacy would widen the gap according to their comprehension ability, actual operation, detail control and other comprehensive factors.

Players who can detect it will naturally strengthen themselves, overcome their weaknesses, and gradually grow into advanced players in the same period.

Those who rest on their laurels or are unwilling to face reality can only be eliminated, and Grand Slam happens to be one of them.

At this time, three people came from outside the Yanwu Hall, and the young man in front was the one who had just spoken out to stop Mao Tiancheng.

The man is dressed in brocade clothes, wears a jade crown, and his face is gentle and elegant, which is indescribably expensive.

The two people next to him, one fat and one thin, were full of laughter, fighting with each other, looking at the paralyzed slam, all disdainful.

The man in Huafu is the largest shareholder of Ma's Group, Ma Haowen, and is also the big boss of Haikou City and Jinmen Shenma.

Ma Haowen didn't even look at the grand slam on the ground, he passed by him, sat in the martial arts hall, and watched the slaughter feast of Mao Tiancheng and Ji Xiaodong.

The two people next to him were a little eager to try, Zhang Xincheng smiled and said: "The two elder brothers should not make a move, the second brother has explained, this is a family matter of the ninth surname, and it is inconvenient for us to interfere." ”

"Didn't you see the outside, Xiao Gang is also our brother, isn't he?"

"That's what I said, but you all know the temper of the second brother......" Zhang Xincheng spread his hands helplessly.

A moment later, the two of them returned with a bloody and murderous aura.

From the beginning to the end, the brethren who stood with their hands did not even frown, but still stood on both sides of the road like javelins.

Ji Xiaodong threw the Pu knife to the ground, pointed at the grand slam and scolded and said, "Set you monkey!" The knives are all cut at the mouth, you have to compensate me, you know no! ”

Mao Tiancheng took a few deep breaths, slowly adjusted his irritable mood, and gradually retracted his violent smile.

He looked up to the sky and shouted, "Happy! ”

"I'm really getting more and more fond of the world......"

The blood-colored shadow seen in the Grand Slam belongs to Mao Tiancheng's exclusive stunt, and it is also a natural defect.

"World Online" is a world that carries the human soul, and it can perfectly restore a person's true appearance, including the inside.

And the skill mechanism here is a phenomenon that finally takes effect after combining various factors.

Mao Tiancheng, who was born with manic disorder, has a tyrannical personality since he was a child, full of anger, and often makes his hands dead, which breaks the hearts of the elders in the family, but fortunately, after growing up, in the company of his family and brothers, Mao Tiancheng gradually learned to control.

This led to the polar difference between him, gentle and elegant when quiet, and violent like thunder when moving.

Under the embodiment of the skills of "World OL", Mao Tiancheng's defect has become an innate advantage, and the system is named - potential.

Under his special momentum, the shrouded person is like falling into hell, unable to move, and in the judgment of the system, it is called suppression.

Mao Tiancheng walked in front of the Grand Slam and said condescendingly: "Go back and tell Jianghuai that the nine surnames of Huaxia are not as one-sided and simple as he imagined." ”

"Also, since there is a war with our next leader, then let him be ready and accept the pressure from the nine surnames."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left, Ji Xiaodong was just about to follow, but suddenly turned his head and said viciously: "Remember to lose money, otherwise I will see you once and cut you once!" ”

Da Slam's face was expressionless, and panic turned into sluggishness, which made Ma Haowen suddenly laugh, and couldn't help but step forward and pat his face.

"Hey, are you scared silly, can you still talk?"

Slam nodded numbly, his mouth still slightly open.

"Help me bring a message to Boss Jiang, remember it, I made a mistake, I want you to look good!" Ma Haowen squinted his eyes and said in a vicious and threatening tone.

People are swordsmans and I am fish and meat, Da Slam swallowed his saliva and nodded vigorously to show that he understood.

Ma Haowen showed a satisfied smile and said: "The god horse does not eat in the same tank as the inferior horse, please respect yourself!" ”

Full of mocking words, Da Slam was sweating profusely, he didn't dare to imagine that if he said this sentence in front of Jiang Huai, he would still be able to go home with all his beards and tails.

"Brother, give him a ride......" Ma Haowen brushed his sleeves away.

Zhang Xincheng smiled again, came to the grand slam, and was not afraid that the other party would be angry, and said: "Look, master, I am not reliable, the people you want to meet have been seen, and the money has not been spent in vain!" ”

Lifted the grand slam up from the ground, gently patted him on the shoulder, put on a face that I am a good person, and sent him out of the guild gate of Jinmen Shenma.

"Bang!" The door was closed, and the Grand Slam didn't know how he got out, until he was startled by the sound of the door closing, and after a while, he knelt down in the doorway and howled.

The blow of this day really made him completely lose his fighting spirit, his pupils began to dilate, and he slowly got up and disappeared into the dense woods like a walking corpse.

He decided that from now on, he would be an honest life player and never participate in these wealthy disputes again.

Similar scenes were also staged in other major cities, and the leaders of the diplomatic team were all hit by varying degrees of psychological blows.

That night, in the real world, JAC got the news brought back by these team leaders.