A pale tender green, ankle-length grass is soft and neat, exuding air, in the pale yellow and light pink embellishments, unknown wildflowers bloom shyly on the grassland, all kinds of strange insects, in the night, happily and secretly singing their own songs, not far away a bubbling river, erecting a huge and quaint waterwheel, the sound of the water mixed with the light sound of the waterwheel turning, under the twilight of the moonlight, reflecting a quiet nightlight song.

Watermill Plains,Many players are collecting all kinds of ordinary or precious materials,There are also some low-level players,It's competing with all kinds of silly monsters,Even if it's a battle,But there is no trace of killing and the taste of violence.,Low-level players and low-level monsters with simple shapes,It only makes people feel cute and simple.。

The Watermill Plains is not a good place to level up, it is a paradise for low-level players and production players, and it is difficult to meet a high-level player here out of perhaps hundreds of people.

Next to a cluster of low trees, a delicate figure, picking up the buds on the small tree, the white and greasy fingers are slender and silky, like jade dancing with the glow of the light, gently brushing the tender green leaves, in the moonlight it looks even more flawless, her figure is tall and slender, but also graceful, in the quiet, swaying world.

A white silk scarf is tied around the willow waist, with the same silver-white sheepskin armor, which sets off the plump chest and buttocks more upright and tight but not frivolous, like a mist and elegant, both charming and moving, dignified and gentle, demure and hazy, deep as the darkest night, sweeping on the shoulders of soft curves. Greasy plain hands, with a pair of jade bracelets. The delicate hands set off more delicate and feminine, but the green jade bracelet shines with milky white light, as long as it is a discerning person who knows the goods, you can see the value of this pair of bracelets at a glance. The slender and round straight legs are wrapped in glazed stockings, which are both hazy and convex, and the clotted white jade generally reveals a perfect contour curve in the night, and the rich and beautiful jade feet are wrapped in a pair of pink boots, and the soft pink sheepskin is freshly wrinkled. It turned out to be a snow boot that can only be used by a swordsman at level 50.

Quite a few players who passed by the female swordsman. I can't help but keep my eyes on her for a few seconds, some envy, some obsession, and some pure appreciation. There's also **naked**, but, when players move their gaze to the tiny dark red longsword at her waist. They all looked at each other with surprise and fear.

Momiji Sword!

A perverted weapon that is said to reduce the opponent's defense to zero by cutting it! Moreover, it is said that players who are cut by it will still feel intense pain even within hours of death!

This weapon has been evaluated as one of the most vicious and sinister weapons in "Light"!

Every player who just had a little bit of a bad idea about the female swordsman reined in his own trickery, and this woman was by no means something she could afford to provoke.

But the female swordsman, however, is to everything around her. There is no feeling of care.

She just picks the buds of the leaves, picks the best colors from them, and then pieces them. Smoothed, separated. Throw it into a small box in your bag.

A box of frost that reduces the degree of any ingredient** up to 1 point every 20 days.

This is definitely a dream item for any production player, and its rarity and expensive value are naturally prohibitive.

The female swordsman only lightly picked the leaves, as if she were a machine, and collected them, but her expression was accompanied by the collection of each bud, and there was a touch of resentment and sadness.

Pick up more for you, and leave only sorrow for yourself.

Who can know her grief? Who can know her remorse, but the person who has been looking for it has disappeared after a hurried farewell, and even if he faces it again, he will forgive himself?

A faint wry smile appeared on the corner of the female swordsman's mouth, melting the shaking of every plant on the grassland.

If any man sees her expression, I'm afraid he will be sad and disappointed.

After a long time, the young shoots on a branch were collected, and the female swordsman slowly turned around.

What a beautiful look this is?

Maybe not as cute as a cardamom girl, but still rippling with pure and immaculate freshness, that kind of mature and cold seduction, with a touch of jerky and freshness, is definitely more eye-catching than any girl. The eyebrows are dyed with the purest black and the most elegant curves, the autumn eyes are enveloped by the curly long eyelashes, the beautiful nose is as delicate as jade, and the lips are as beautiful as water chestnuts, moist and sweet. The snow-white cheeks that are rubbed by a few soft long stickers, the delicate skin can be broken by blowing, the pale water color, and the slender neck can make everyone charmed.

But what makes people love is the faint sadness in her eyes, which damn person makes such a beautiful woman sad and sad?

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A whirlwind blew through the bottom, slapping the debris of the rock against the dry stone wall, making a rustling sound as if the branches and leaves of a large tree were rubbing.

Ye Feng raised his staff, slowly and rhythmically using the faint light.

+1，+1，+1………

The pitiful amount of experience, after the successful release again and again, slowly fill up the blue skill experience bar.

Finally, at the end of the earth, a pleasant prompt, and a dazzling light that came out of the corner stimulated Ye Feng's senses at the same time.

"Your Shimmer Illumination has been upgraded, and it is currently level 6!"

Ye Feng exhaled, the most difficult skill to practice, under the continuous practice, was finally about to enter the qualitative change realm of the seventh order.

——— tick! Tick!

The sound of water droplets hitting rocks came rhythmically at a reassuring frequency.

Ye Feng stopped and cautiously summoned the elf Murphynie, a mature player, who would never face danger in person, let alone attack rashly without temptation, once, twice. Luck may save the impulse, but luck never determines a player's future and fate

Moffina brought the information that Ye Feng urgently needed as quickly as possible.

After a while of wandering, on the map data she brought, dozens of dark blue points of light clearly stood in places that should be miles away.

Ye Feng relaxed slightly, dark blue, npnetpnetbsp; Maybe. The dungeon is really close by!

Gradually speeding up his pace, while cautiously guarding against possible earth mutations, Ye Feng passed through the last broken passage, and the dazzling light immediately rushed like a sword.

"You're inside the dungeon limits. As a human player, be careful about whatever you will face. ”

Ye Feng smiled, dungeon. "Light" has always been like a legend, it is said that the city has the most terrifying monsters and the richest treasures, and even the ancient dragon that has disappeared inhabits this kind of place, and he, a level 50 priest, has the ability to obtain something

There was a dappled shadow on the ground, Ye Feng's gaze wandered, and a look of surprise emerged.

"Tears of blood!"

Moreover, it is a piece of blood tears!

The bright red plants form waves like undulations. Drops of water falling from the stalactites on the rock wall, hitting the ground with a ticking sound, the droplets. It turned out to be completely bright red.

——— this trip was not in vain!

Ye Feng suppressed the excitement in his heart. A torrential rain of ice was released from his hand, completely enveloping the surface of the tears of blood, and under the magic of the attacking ground, there was no shadow of any living existence.

Although it is only a second-order material, its efficacy and rarity are definitely comparable to many sixth- and seventh-order items in "Bright", and in the one of the "Bright" alchemists, many potion experiments and formulas have been forced to stop or give up because of the lack of this scarce material.

But who would have thought that in this dungeon, the precious medicinal materials would grow like weeds, and their materials must be better and richer than their counterparts on the ground.

——— Gathering!

Looking at his only third-level gathering skill level, Ye Feng couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and a lucky smile was revealed.

Pharmacist, the gathering skill of this life profession, can only be practiced up to level 4 at the moment! As a result, most pharmacists do not learn the skills of gathering.

However, it does not exclude some guys who take saving as their biggest habit, and who will learn the complicated skills of gathering, mining, harvesting, etc.

Ye Feng is precisely the most economical member, just imagine, a guy who has to control the use of even a little MP, he can't just use the flow of technology to describe his stinginess.

And now, in the face of a large area of precious blood tears, the third-level gathering skill is enough.

Ye Feng could imagine how he would extravagantly use this rarest material on the ground in the next few days to experiment and configure, and perhaps, more amazing prescriptions would be born in "Bright" in the next few days.

Shoot a demo, a demo, and then send it to the one where the alchemists on the forum often go, so that the colleagues will beat their hearts and lungs!

Ye Feng rarely showed a happy look, friend, this kind of thing may not be available to him, but sometimes some like-minded people can elaborate on a more special friendship.

Gathering, silent collection, on the edge of the deep rock underground, a hard-working figure, constantly repeating the most boring and monotonous movements.

It wasn't until tens of minutes that a feeling of fatigue hit.

Ye Feng stretched his waist that had been bent for a long time, trying to find a place to rest, he walked to the depths of the foothills, and when he turned a corner, he saw a stone tablet in front of him.

"Whoever kills the Demon King will receive the protection of the gods."

It is exactly the same tone and text as the entrance of the ice prison.

Beelzebub?

Ye Feng shook his head, the demon king who could be rewarded to the player's god guardian to stimulate them to hunt, a monster of this level, for a priest who had experienced several hours of fighting, no longer had the excitement and excitement when he first mentioned it.

Just a demonic swamp spirit has made himself exhausted, and a higher-level monster, with his own level of 50, is just to experience more abuse!

Your own level is too low!

What is a level 50 priest?

Ye Feng stretched his body slightly, and began to climb to the top of the foothills, the silent mountains, completely shining with the scene that the dungeon should be, the dim light, the brown rock barriers, the bright and mysterious shimmering creatures, from the top of the foothills, looking down, a huge and majestic castle, appeared in front of the first human who came here.

What kind of scenery is this? Ye Feng clenched his staff excitedly, this will be the place to witness me become a real powerhouse.

On the map, the dark blue NPCs in the castle under the mountain are coming, and they may give Ye Feng a mysterious and interesting task.

Ye Feng adjusted his breathing, and he saw a plain not far away, on the map, there were many red light spots, swarming there, and they were creatures with many experiences.

The layout of the dungeon is clear and organized, and it may be more suitable for itself than the hustle and bustle of the city above ground.

Ye Feng enjoyed the cool breeze blowing on the mountain, and puffed up the white priest's robe high, like an elegant god in ancient mythology.

Perhaps, it's time to level up again.