didn't let Zhou kill the injury, and he didn't succeed in instigating this group of old fritters.

They are different philosophies. Just as Furman and Zhou were injured, they had different values when they treated each other's lives. But their group of weathered old people are no longer as young, naïve, and narrow-minded as they were when they were young, they are all souls who have completed a trip to life, and if they don't know how to seek common ground while reserving differences, they will inevitably live in vain.

When Furman looked at Zhou and wanted to continue to say something, he rudely interrupted: "I will fulfill the bet!" ”

As he spoke, Furman, who originally looked very funny and casual, turned into a streamer with his momentum. All of a sudden, he entered the obsessive body of a nearby person who was obsessed and unwilling to be reincarnated.

After a while, Furman condensed into a soul state again, and before he had stopped in the temple hall for a few seconds, he once again invaded another obsessed soul as before.

"This. Furman: Is this purifying the soul? Isn't it too efficient? ”

Stunned, Zhou couldn't help but turn his head sideways and ask Salamand beside him.

"He's a soul body, of course he's fast. And physical beings like you and me need my cooperation to enter the dream realm of the target structure, and it is natural that this efficiency has decreased. ”

In the face of Salamande's explanation, Zhou was still unacceptable.

"Then, throwing away the time to enter, this efficiency is not normal!"

The one who asked was Allen, who had always existed beside Zhou Shushu, but did not have much sense of existence. Hearing Allen's question, Salamand glanced at him and explained in a deliberately low voice, "That's the horror of their kind of guys. You know, they can not only transform their memories and dreams before their deaths. At a certain level, it is not impossible to transform the enemy's dream of war. ”

Since listening to Salamande's explanation, Zhou always felt that he had dug a big hole for himself. But what else can I do? Only bite the bullet! Combined with Furman's previous self-detonation information, Zhou was somewhat prepared.

While Zhou was thinking about this, the domineering Furman had already solved the problem that had caused Salamand and their Fire Elf clan a headache for a long time.

"What's the matter, boy? You don't need to rest! Don't say that we take advantage of being a soul body to bully you. ”

Faced with such an arrogant, obedient, arrogant, and talkative guy, Zhou Zhenshu felt that the sooner he resolved the battle, the sooner his ears would become cleaner.

"No, let's get started! Let the uncle see where your stinky fart is! ”

As the saying goes, if you lose, you don't lose the battle, although Ferman has some elements of agitation, but Zhou will not be intimidated. If you want to win, you have to have faith. If you haven't fought yet, you will start to doubt yourself, and it is estimated that the result is that you are more likely to lose more and win less.

Zhou Xuan, who was already familiar with the process of falling into his dreams, successfully entered the dream space framed by Furman with the cooperation of Salamande.

However, after entering the temporary space, the bright flash almost blinded Zhou's injured dog's eyes.

"Furman, a swaggering old man, is really a turtle's taste."

The purple obsession ball inlaid with golden light in the temporary space made Zhou Xiaoshu have to spit out such a sentence.

What made Zhou Xuan even more speechless was that the old guy Furman did not play cards according to common sense, and appeared directly in his own frame space, and said arrogantly with his nostrils facing the sky: "Boy, when Lao Tzu solved the group of waste wood just now, he suddenly thought of a new way to play, do you want to give it a try?" ”

In this regard, Zhou Xuan, who was very vigilant, asked with a little surprise: "How did you get in?" Also, what are you doing? ”

"I feel like the old man, I have taken advantage of the location for hundreds of years, and I am a little bullying you, so it is better for us to play a new battle shaped by a live simulation. Don't worry, Lao Tzu won't bully you. Based on you and me, frame the heroes of both sides of the war. Of course, the ratio of the two sides in terms of strength can be chosen from among all the battle memories in this space. ”

Faced with the temptation of the old guy Furman, Zhou Zhan said with disdain: "Even if I defeat you if I do this, will your obsession dissipate?" ”

"Although it won't be in the past, but Lao Tzu is really defeated, and his undefeated record will inevitably be damaged. As for the undefeated belief, do you really think that if you defeat the shadow in Lao Tzu's dream, this belief will dissipate? ”

Furman's piercing gaze was like a sharp blade, piercing Zhou Xuan's heart.

"Yes! The old guy who can already affect the dream can be washed away from the so-called 'obsession' so easily? Perhaps, their obsession has long since changed from the pride of winning the battle in their lives to regret that they cannot be famous in the world. ”

Zhou Xuan, who felt a little tricky, asked stubbornly: "The scene you made to arrange the illusory scene to realize the battle between the two sides, although it seems to be beneficial to me." But, in fact, when it comes to magic, I'm not even half as good as you. What's the point of doing this according to the real level of you and me? ”

"That's what you said, it's a little bit unfun if the difficulty is so low!"

Furman, who touched his chin, thought about it, and decided the correctness of Zhou's statement (flickering).

"So, what do you say should be done?"

Seeing this old fritter and ask himself, Zhou Zhenshu tentatively proposed: "Each other's heroes are based on the losers in your memory, and they are set to look like there is not much difference. As for spells and how many skills to master, random will work? ”

"It's kind of interesting. There's nothing wrong with that! But, boy, are you really sure you do that? You know, the old man is always lucky! ”

Faced with this old man's shameless heart attack, Zhou Zhishu rolled his eyes at it and said, "This doesn't work, that doesn't work." You just throw in the towel! ”

In the realm of shamelessness, Furman is still far behind. After Zhou Xuan's squeeze, Furman coughed twice and covered up: "Since the heroes on both sides follow this model, what about the troops?" How much of an advantage do you kid want to have? ”

After asking this, Furman regretted it. Sure enough, Zhou Xuanju, who is well versed in thick black science, directly burst out without blinking: "Just ten more than you!" ”

Just when Furman's hanging heart was put down, Zhou Zhenshu brought out the unfinished half of the sentence: "Just give me ten of each!" ”

"Ten less than you, right? Race, and don't take advantage of you, we're random again. ”

Zhou also underestimated the thickness of the old guy's face. Under a burst of gags, this old guy nodded without Zhou Zhixing's head, and directly finalized the next detailed settings.

In this way, the two engaged in an all-random battle.

Scene: Grass.

Furman (Senior): 1000 Little Monsters, 500 Marksman, 250 Orc Bosses, 120 Monitor Lizards, 80 Terror Knights, 25 Ghost Dragons

Zhou Extinction (Senior): Farmer 1010, Marg 510, Hell Three-Headed Dog 260, Mage 130, Unicorn 90, Titan Giant 25

Generally speaking, each has its own advantages in the distribution of troops. However, the more than 1,000 peasants are very heart-wrenching. And when he saw the magic he mastered, Zhou Xuan's entire face turned green.