Among the fifteen players opposite, there were two that made Yi Qiu feel a little familiar.

But he didn't know the names of the other party, as this subtle connection between them was based on a fierce exchange in the Kord Arena.

As for Yi Qiu, he didn't remember all the opponents he had fought in the Kord Arena.

After all, some of the characters who rushed up and solved it with a hammer blast really don't have too much to remember.

As for some of the back-and-forth and fierce battles between the two sides, Yi Qiu still has a relatively clear impression.

After all, even in the Kord Arena, there aren't too many enemies like that.

And these two players are quite familiar to Yi Qiu, one is a female warrior with a double sword, and the other is a summoner in a white robe.

If it is said that for Yi Qiu, it still takes a certain amount of memory to identify these two players.

So for these two players, Yi Qiu's image and the memory he left behind are undoubtedly profound.

After all, even for the vast multiverse, an existence like Yi Qiu is relatively rare.

So before Yi Qiu could recognize them, they instantly recognized Yi Qiu.

"It's him!"

Aimo-Sharis's grip on the Xenomorph Scimitar in her hand tightened with a rougher, but more powerful hand, and it was undoubtedly delusional to want to maintain her delicate skin despite overtraining.

But Amo-Sharise doesn't care about the changes in her body, and her strong and persistent competitive spirit is the root force that supports her to earn the title of "Crimson Blade".

She wants to win, so she needs to be stronger.

This is the source of her strength and the inexhaustible motivation that urges her forward.

But now, the fighting instincts, which have become sharper under the hard training, are clearly feeding back the fact that the gap between them has not narrowed because of her efforts, but seems to have become even greater.

This frustrated Amo-Sharis for a moment, and when the effort was meaningless, she couldn't think of any other way to win.

"What's wrong? Sister Ai Mo, there is an acquaintance on the other side? The field nurse next to her, who was still in her youth, looked at Aimo-Sharise curiously and asked.

She had never seen Emo-Salis look like this: with a hint of solemnity, resentment, and unwillingness that almost overflowed.

Although her talent led her to the path of saving lives, she still had a kind of admiration and envy for Ai Mo Sharis, who broke through with two knives.

The Field Nurse is a highly specialized and advanced healing profession, and has more powerful healing abilities than some priests who are not serious paladins.

Although strictly speaking, pastors are not the same as the healing profession.

After all, not all priests wield the Light in the same way as the priests of Azeroth, but because priests of good gods tend to give some medical assistance to the poor, there is a wider connection between priests and the healing profession to a certain extent.

And for the priests who wield the power of the Light, they do become exemplary representatives of the healing profession.

Just as every milk has an output heart, this is a common phenomenon among people who work in the therapist profession due to talent or other factors.

So this made the field nurse very curious, what kind of existence made Ai Mo Salis appear so abnormal.

"A formidable opponent."

Emo-Salis said in a deep voice, her mind at this moment had regained her calm.

Fighting or competing, the driving force behind everything is to win.

She wants to win, not some bullshit to do her best!

Victory is victory, defeat is defeat, the two are clearly distinguished, there is no middle zone!

"I'm going to train harder...... The next time we meet, I'll beat you! ”

After Yi Qiu's inexplicable gaze, Ai Mo-Sharis's head was slightly raised, and there was something burning in her eyes......

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"Hiss......"

Tararich Sim touched his face a little unnaturally, and there was a faint feeling of pain coming from there.

It was a memorable battle, and as a descendant of a legendary family, it was the first time that he had been hammered so badly.

After all, although summoners are difficult to form, after forming a complete summoning system, they are definitely one of the most difficult opponents in the same level.

Of course, summoners also need to consume a lot of resources, and as a descendant of a legendary family, Talarich-Sim has a small legion-sized summon at his current level.

If it's an ordinary player, it's okay to be able to recruit a dozen fierce wolves or fierce bears at this time.

"Beastman? Or the mad mage? Sim: When did your tastes get so rough? ”

At this moment, Talarich Sim's ears rang with a hint of banter.

He turned his head to look at the muscular warrior behind him who was looking at him with an ambiguous look: it was his sworn friend, a sword of the military path who aspired to become the Grandmaster of the Nine Swords.

However, so far, he has still not been able to complete the martial arts fusion of the Nine Swords School.

"Creel, if I'm not mistaken, someone once boasted to me that he had no rival among his fellow disciples of the Tiger Claw School."

"Maybe you can ask the warrior monk on the other side for advice after the quest is over."

Instead of facing him head-on, Talarich Sim looked at him with a smile and said.

"Wu ...... Warrior Monk?"

Creel's tone was full of doubts, and he swept his gaze through Yi Qiu's group, and finally stopped at Yi Qiu's body.

"Is that a warrior monk? At first, I thought it was a mutated catapult or something! ”

"No, why are you sure? Do you know? ”

Creel scratched his head, and his eyes suddenly became a little subtle as he looked at Talarich-Sim......

"That's because: I've been defeated by him before—on frontal battles, and I've used the Wolf Advent Scroll."

"He tore apart the ogre hybrid from before me in a very short period of time, and then brutally rushed through the protection of the reckless saliva poison vine, and you can probably make up for the rest of the situation on your own......"

Talarich-Sim said calmly.

Failure is what he tries to avoid, but when he has done his best, he will not regret it.

He is confident that as a descendant of a legendary family, his future will definitely go further than that of his companions.

"That's amazing...... Well, I mean to say: I'll challenge him after the quest is over. ”

Creel looked at Tararich Sim with a serious expression on his face and said, though his tone didn't sound very sincere.

Creel rummaged through his backpack for a few moments, and eventually he pulled out a heavy hand axe.

"When the time comes, you will know: Tiger Claw's invincible title is an uncrowned crown piled up with victories again and again."

The hand axe made a sharp and dangerous cracking sound at Creel's small swing, and a confident smile spread across his face...... ()

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