The turmoil in the second world is coming, and He Bing feels that only by constantly improving his strength can he protect himself, but he has entered a long embarrassing period at this time.

He walked around the meditation room with great annoyance, he felt that he was on the verge of collapse, he continued to cultivate, but his combat power no longer increased in the slightest, which made it impossible for anyone to meditate. And winter is coming ((1)).

He's been adding valuable learning points to water magic, and its power hasn't changed since it reached 500. And now that the bonus points of water magic have reached 800 points, He Bing still hasn't received any return, and his combat power has stopped at 42,000.

He hesitated to give up specializing in water magic, but after adding a few more learning points to fire magic, he fell into deep thought, he still didn't want to give up like this, he thought that he had specialized in water magic and thus touched the secret of magicians, maybe a few more points, water magic would grow again, and if he gave up now, he would eventually enter the ordinary like other magicians. Then everything will fail.

Of course, if he guesses wrong, then he will lose time and valuable learning points. In exchange for it, it is still standing still in terms of strength.

The extremely contradictory thoughts made He Bing miserable, and he even counted his fingers to determine whether he should give up or continue, but even if he got any result, he still didn't dare to make up his mind to do it, so he understood that his hesitation was because he couldn't be sure whether this decision was right or wrong. And this can only be known if he does it, because no one will tell him.

He Bing took a deep breath, sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes and meditated, he had to be calm, walking around couldn't help him think at all.

Suddenly, he felt someone approaching him quickly, but when he opened his eyes, he found that the meditation room was empty, and it was just him.

Could it be an assassin, and an assassin who can hide his magic, He Bing hurriedly recited the spell just in case, and the wall of water quickly formed in the direction where he felt that there was an enemy.

An arc of light formed by a sword qi slammed into the wall of water, instantly crushing the latter and turning it into a pool of water. This made He Bing's proud defensive skills become so vulnerable.

The assassin turned out to be an intermediate-level martial artist who could use sword qi, and He Bing felt that his life was in danger, but he wondered that this was the guild meditation room, and it was impossible for the enemy to enter if the guild center was not occupied by others.

Could it be that this assassin is a member of his guild? Then there was only one possibility, he was a killer or someone sent by Iwabai, and after a few weeks of enduring, they finally decided to attack him.

He Bing instantly sent water arrows, but the location of the arc of light was now empty, and generally speaking, the invisibility technique would be lifted after the assassin attacked others or was attacked. So He Bing hurriedly searched for the enemy's location, but still couldn't find a figure. He Bing could only hurriedly prepare the Water Prison Magic, not to attack others, but to cover himself, so that he would have time to call for help or continue to think of countermeasures, he could not defeat him without knowing the specific location of the assassin. There is no way that the Assassins are born mages, they are nimble and agile, and it is difficult for directional magic to attack them. As long as the assassin approached the mage, the latter would not have time to react and would be fatally stabbed.

He Bing chanted the incantation quickly, his heart pounding, he felt like he was racing against death, but he was still a step slower, and a cold dagger was pressed against the back of his neck. This guy doesn't know when he ran behind him.

Damn, it's easy to dodge in the open, but it's hard to defend against hidden arrows, do you still have to be killed by your teammates in the end? He Bing thought sadly.

"You've lost!" A doll voice sounded behind him, with joy in his voice, "Vice President of Cat Ears, and how strong you are, you are really just a rookie." Alas, what a disappointment for Uncle Ben. ”

Hey? He Bing wondered, the other party didn't seem to have come to kill him, and after the assassin put away the dagger, He Bing turned back.

What came into view was a boy about 1.6 meters tall, with a white oval face, clear eyebrows, and a black cloak, proudly tucking a dagger into his waist. There is also a giant scimitar strapped to his back, which is extremely comical.

"Hey, are you a high-level NPC?" He Bing asked, because those who enter the game can only be after the age of 18, and their appearance will generally be maintained, but the guy in front of him looks like he is 14 years old.

The boy was very angry when he heard this, jumped on the stage and scolded: "You are the NPC, your whole family is an NPC." Hmph, why does every fool ask me that! ”

"Okay, kid, go play elsewhere, don't disturb my cultivation."

He Bing decided to be angry with him, there was no way, He Bing was an extremely vengeful person, who taught him to dare to sneak attack him.

Sure enough, after hearing the word "child", the child-like man's face instantly turned red, and his eyes instantly burst into flames.

A burst of knife light slashed, and He Bing didn't even see him draw his knife. The giant scimitar rested on He Bing's shoulder.

"Apologize to my uncle, otherwise ......"

"I'm sorry." He Bing replied crisply and neatly.

The man was stunned, he didn't think that He Bing was so unproductive, and he didn't play cards according to the routine.

"Forget it, uncle, I'm used to it for a long time. There is always a price to pay for learning advanced martial arts, and you second-rate martial artists will not understand it. The man said in a baby's voice with affection.

He Bing didn't expect this guy to be so narcissistic, if it weren't for the giant scimitar still on his shoulder, he wanted to vomit on that person.

"Do you know who I am, uncle? Guess what, and- if you say it wrong, you'll die! The boy-like man smiled wickedly.

"Nightcrawler, one of the elders of the New Century Guild." He Bing replied without the slightest hesitation.

"Hey, how do you know?" The Nightcrawler was surprised, as an Assassin he was a very secretive person, and every time he completed a guild quest, he would not be seen by anyone, and usually hid his face in his hood. His information is also kept secret by the new century, except for the last time when the guy in Yinlu didn't know how to know his information, it is estimated that few people in the guild can know him.

Of course, He Bing didn't know him, although the last rescue mission was for the Nightcrawler, but he ended up in a coma, so he still didn't have a chance to know him.

"It was your weapon that betrayed you, your scimitar knife is probably the elven scimitar on the weapon ranking list, and the holder is the Night Stalker." He Bing usually likes to study some lists when he is bored, but he didn't expect it to come in handy at this time.

The Nightcrawler scratched his head and muttered, "But many people use scimitars. ”

He Bing said triumphantly: "No way, who told you that this is in the New Century Guild, so two conditions were agreed." So now you can take the knife off my shoulder and let me go? ”

"Well, after all, uncle, I'm not a demon." The Night Walker put away his scimitar in a very boring manner, and suddenly his eyes lit up and said, "Why don't you guess whether I will cut off your left leg or your right leg later, if you guess wrong, I will cut off both." ”

⊙∀⊙！

He Bing looked surprised, hey, hey, what kind of trouble are you saying such bloody words in a cute tone!

"Guess, or I'll cut it down right away." The Nightcrawler grinned and raised his large scimitar in both hands, as if to die.

You're a demon! He Bing ran away if he wanted to.

Note (1) Winter is approaching is a phrase in the Western magic masterpiece "A Song of Ice and Fire", describing the coming disaster and hardship.

I remember that when I finished reading the volume, my face was full of shock and shock.