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Huang Yi is basically satisfied with the support rate of various awards, and the people on his side are not bad. Although this kind of support rate does not represent the final award-winning result, it is more or less a weather vane and has great reference value.

Next, Huang Yi entered the second world and started a new day's journey.

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In the city of Takejo, Miyamoto Musashi and Oda City are standing on the top floor of the city hall.

At this time, Miyamoto Musashi frowned and looked preoccupied. Oda City looked at him quietly, and his heart ached, after the martial arts tournament, Miyamoto Musashi rarely smiled anymore, and his face was calm every day, as if he had changed a person.

It was Huang Yi who made Miyamoto Musashi like this. As soon as Oda City thought of Huang Yi, he had a complicated feeling in his heart. On the one hand, she complained a little bit about Huang Yi, if it weren't for him, Miyamoto Musashi wouldn't be what he is now.

On the other hand, Oda City admires Huang Yi a little, she is a person whose eyes are above the top, there are few people in this world who can be looked at by her, and almost all men in her eyes are automatically ignored. And Huang Yi is one of the few exceptions.

In the team finals, Huang Yi beat her convincingly, and every time she was about to think she would win, she beat her. And Huang Yi is also the only man she has ever been together with other than Miyamoto Musashi, that subtle psychological touch always makes her feel as if she has had ** intimate contact with Huang Yi, and every time she dreams back at midnight, she can see the scene of their combination.

In her pure girl's heart, Huang Yi has unconsciously occupied a subtle position, faintly tugging at her heartstrings, and she doesn't know how to look at Huang Yi.

"Brother, have you been disturbed by the God of Killing again? I said earlier that we should not look at the support rating of the Best Individual Award, we just need to live our own lives. Oda City walked to Miyamoto Musashi's side, stretched out his small hand and grabbed his big hand, and comforted him softly, "Look at that blade, when you stood in such a high position, you had the courage to choose to retire and live the life you wanted, why can't you?" ”

Miyamoto Musashi was silent for a moment, not knowing if he was touched by Oda's words or if he didn't listen to it at all. After a while, he suddenly bit his lip, turned his head to look at Oda City, and asked, "Sister, do you think I want to be strong, or is it better to kill gods?" At this time, he looked concerned, as if this question was very important to him, and even faintly childlike helplessness, hoping to be affirmed and comforted by Oda.

Oda's beautiful eyes stared at Miyamoto Musashi quietly, sighed slightly, and said, "Usually the people below always compliment you, and you have already heard all the good words, if I am like them, how can I be worthy of being your sister?" Lies don't do you any good. To be honest, I think you used to be as strong as the God of Killing, but in your current state, you are no longer his opponent. ”

"What? Are you even towards him?! When Miyamoto Musashi heard this answer, he was immediately angry, shook off Oda City's hand fiercely, glared at her, and shouted: "Did you like him after that combination?" ”

Oda City was slightly stunned, he didn't expect Miyamoto Musashi to be so angry with her. After a while, she came to her senses, her eyes suddenly turned red, and a layer of mist spread over her, and she said aggrievedly: "How can you do this!" ”

With that, she turned and ran out, without even closing the door.

Miyamoto Musashi looked at the disappearing figure of Oda City, and his brows suddenly furrowed even deeper. Finally, as if he had made up his mind, he immediately sent a message to the vice president of the Martial Arts Guild.

"Within a month, I must see a lethal battleship, and when the time comes, we will go on a trip to the Hero 6!"

……

In the blink of an eye, a week passed.

This week, Huang Yi's body has been leveling up in the Tower of the Gods, and he has successfully risen to level 132. However, the number one position in the world ranking list has become more and more difficult to keep. Yang Yuheng, who was in second place, had already chased down the 13o level like a rocket, only two levels away from him.

This is also expected by Huang Yi, and the upgrade level of ordinary players is more than double that of rare classes. With the passage of time, not to mention the number one on the rank list, even if it is the top 100 on the rank list, it is very likely that there will be no rare professions in existence, and all of them will be occupied by ordinary players.

However, this can only narrow part of the gap, and there is still a big gap between ordinary players and rare classes to play. Unless you can take a large lead in rank, you can use level suppression or status suppression to defeat rare classes.

And Huang Yi's incarnation has been riding a little dragon these days, and the location of the dragon capital is too far away, and he has only traveled less than half the distance now. Since he was separated from the Heavenly Demon Little Divine Dragon, he hadn't seen any players along the way, and there were only more and more powerful demonic beasts in this Demon Beast Mountain Range, and there were no traces of human beings, as if he had entered a primitive world.

These days, Huang Yi has used his ability to smell treasures along the way to reveal a lot of heavenly and earthly treasures, including treasure mines, spiritual grasses, and divine water. Everything that could be given to the little dragon was eaten by it, and the scales on the top of its head had grown more than thirty, and it looked like it had grown a little bigger.

However, what made him slightly worried was that along the way, he did realize that many high-level Sacred Domain Demonic Beasts escaped from the depths of the mountain range, and as the Heavenly Demon Little Divine Dragon said, it seemed that something big had happened in it.

On this day, Huang Yi rode a little dragon and continued to fly in the sky of the Warcraft Mountain Range.

"Huh? There's a spirit grass ten kilometers away, let's fly over! At this time, Huang Yi was slightly overjoyed and sensed a spiritual grass.

On average, he was able to show one or two spirit grasses every day, and if this efficiency was known to the rest of the players, I don't know what it would look like. Few people have the ability to smell treasures similar to Huang Yi, they want to search for a spiritual grass in this endless primeval forest, no less than a needle, often hard for a year, trekking through mountains and rivers, risking their lives every day, and only one or two plants can appear! It is far less efficient than Huang Yi.

It didn't take long for Xiaolong to fly with Huang Yi and come to a towering mountain peak!

The surrounding of this mountain peak is steep, as if it has been cut by a knife, and the surrounding cliffs are full of grass, and the spiritual grass that Huang Yi perceives is on this cliff. This kind of cliff is impossible for ordinary people to climb at all, but can only fly up.

At this time, Huang Yi's keen eyes scanned it, and finally the spirit grass appeared. It was a fist-sized red dragon Ganoderma lucidum, growing on a crevice, I don't know how many years of wind and rain, has been growing tenaciously, towards the warm sun. It has no guardians around it, and alone, this steep mountain is its largest line of defense.

Huang Yi immediately jumped from the little dragon, flew to the side of the cliff, and carefully plucked the dragon lingzhi.

"Babble, babble!" At this time, before Huang Yi could say hello, Xiaolong took the initiative to fly over, looked at the dragon lingzhi obediently with wide eyes, and then looked at Huang Yi, wagging the dragon's tail from side to side, like a puppy pleasing its owner.

"Let's eat it!" Huang Yi touched the little dragon's head and directly stuffed the dragon lingzhi into its mouth.

Xiaolong suddenly flapped his wings excitedly, fanned out a few gusts of wind, and ate with relish. Soon, a golden glow flashed on its forehead, and five more delicate little scales grew.

"Let's keep walking!" Huang Yi said, touched Xiaolong's head, turned over and rode up.

Xiaolong had just eaten a spirit grass, and when his body was full, he flew extremely fast, carrying Huang Yi forward at a gallop, rushing towards a rolling mountain in the distance.

"Huh? Spirit grass! That's a lot of spiritual grass! At this moment, Huang Yi suddenly sensed that ten kilometers ahead, there were more than ten spirit grasses!

The spirit grasses that he has appeared these days are all one by one, and he has never appeared more than a dozen in one go! It's like it's artificially grown! What is the place that can give birth to ten spirit grasses? Huang Yi can't imagine it anymore!

Xiaolong also seemed to sense that there was something delicious again, and couldn't help but fly faster, getting closer and closer to the place that Huang Yi perceived.

Huang Yi's eyes stared at the mountains in front of him, where the clouds and mist were shrouded, full of ethereal feelings, and the mountains rose and fell one after another, with no end.

Finally, the distance was getting closer and closer, and Huang Yi's vision was getting clearer and clearer, and through the thin clouds and mist, he saw the scene of the mountains.

Those mountains are covered with pine trees, the breeze is blowing, the pine waves are gusting, the strange rocks are craggy, the clear spring stream, the birdsong is faint, and there is a sense of oriental fairy beauty. Huang Yi seemed to have flown from a Western fantasy Demon Beast Mountain Range to an Eastern Immortal Spirit Mountain in one fell swoop.

At this time, Huang Yi was on the top of a cliff in a mountain, and suddenly saw something that should not be stored - a thatched house!

In this deserted primitive mountain range, a man-made thatched house actually appeared, and this kind of picture immediately shocked Huang Yi's heart!

The thatched hut was covered with pine needles, but the front of the house was cleaned, and a vegetable garden was opened next to the house, in which a dozen or so young grasses were planted!

Huang Yi's eyes were staring at the dozen or so tender grasses in the small vegetable garden! That's the dozen or so spirit grasses he perceived!

At this time, his heart shook greatly! These dozen or so spirit grasses are obviously artificially planted, and the biggest feature of spirit grass is that it cannot be planted in batches, and the scene in front of him obviously violates this common sense.

What kind of hermit master lives in that thatched house? (To be continued.) )