Inside the box, there was a scroll of psionic energy that Miao Wubing had coveted for a long time.

He also thought a lot about ways to strengthen his strength. Due to the shackles of the spirit value, the powerful spiritual energy can't be released even if it is estimated, and even if it can be released, the kind of "all-or-nothing" type of thing that will become a beneficiary if it doesn't succeed is not quite in line with Miao Wubing's steady and steady character.

That being said, there are quite a few ways to increase your strength.

For example, the most selfless passive, equipment that works when you wear it, and summons that obey the master's orders.

The scroll in front of him was exactly what he had longed for for a long time - strength.

But...... But he couldn't be happy.

"If this thing doesn't have the value it expected......" Miao Wubing looked up at the ice flower chandelier, and his tone was flat: "That...... I can't help it," he reached out and picked up the scroll, slowly unfolding it, "I want to add a little blockage to the wings of judgment that this gray wolf represents." ”

[Name: Frost Golem Condensation]

[Type: Psionic Energy]

[Quality: Perfect]

[Effect: Condense all matter within a five-meter radius as a medium to create a Frost War Golem.] The condensation time is one minute, the golem exists for two minutes, and the medium material strength is too low or too high, which will cause the condensation to fail, but the condensation consumption still takes effect. 】

[Cost: 50% Prime, 60% Hunger, 70% Health]

[Psionic Restrictions: Ice-based, Golem-based Elements]

[Cooldown: Can only be used once per dungeon]

[Note: "Have you ever heard of Ultraman?"] That's Uncle Ben invented! The gray wolf laughed wildly. 】

[Note: When there are two requirements for psionic energy use restrictions, you only need to meet one of them to use it, three to meet two of them, four to meet three of them, and so on.] 】

After Miao Wubing read this long list of information, the depression and resentment in his heart immediately dissipated a lot.

He shook the information card, very casually, and smiled very casually: "I...... What to say now? Thanks? He muttered to himself, his mind drifting back to the copy he had just mastered. At that time, he was really excited for a long time. But now...... This emotion, like melancholy and resentment, has dissipated a lot.

"It consumes such a lot of spiritual energy," he said, "and the power must be not bad, right?" But how did you successfully release it, you still have to explore the degree in the middle......" Turning his head, he looked at the newly appeared [Team Room] behind the snowman, and smiled: "Now, go and see my dear, teammates who have given their lives for my success." ”

Raising his hand, waving, the black data card scattered into a data light in the air. He straightened the [groom's suit], which barely played much role in the previous copy, and gently pushed the door open.

No intense incandescent lights, no ostentatious banners, and no noisy cheers with champagne. Yes, just four teammates sitting in an ordinary room of more than 30 square meters shvelled by ordinary wallpaper, the only round conference table.

The entire [Clan] looks rustic in its simplicity and meaningless in its shriveling. Miao Wubing suddenly realized that what they were playing now was fate.

And not a game.

Close the door, sit down, and put your hands down. He smiled slightly: "I've kept everyone waiting." ”

"Nothing."

One of the men who died first at the beginning said coldly, Miao Wubing turned his head to look at him, and said lightly: "I don't know Your Excellency, your honorable name?" ”

The man stared at him for a few seconds and said, "Okay," got up, he waved his arm in a dashing manner, and summoned a virtual screen to appear in the air: "Look for yourself." ”

Miao Wubing's eyes narrowed slightly, and he understood everything in an instant.

These unlucky people who died first must be resentful, just like in the general team online game, watching their teammates run away from the ground and fighting with the enemy, but their teammates ran away, and finally because of the difference in "a little strength" and failed miserably, they will never judge the situation, they will only blame this and that, and complain about the sky.

By the way, this kind of behavior also has a very nice name, called-

Pit teammates.

But Miao Wubing didn't care.

These people in front of him, including Lingli, are dispensable chess pieces. It's like one of the many settings in the game: [When a teammate dies, you can recruit new teammates].

Don't give me any about team love, guild friendship, teammates and so on, in this fateful game, as long as you dare to stand in front of Lao Tzu, don't say that you are a stranger, it is a former mentor and friends and friends, Lao Tzu is all!

……

After a few seconds of silence, Miao Wubing sighed softly. Getting up, he looked at the virtual interface on the other side of the conference table and really admired it.

The facial expressions of the four people present have changed to varying degrees, compared to Lingli's anger and injustice, the other female players are secretly vigilant, and the friend who plays reconnaissance and can only make small movements, but the body sitting upright involuntarily retreats a little.

Miao Wubing crossed the child who was used as a gunman, and when he passed by him, he said two words lightly:

"Okay."

Beside him, there was a complicated tremor immediately, Miao Wubing sneered in his heart and looked at the virtual interface.

This kid, the game name is [Difan], the spiritual power is [Wu Xuan], and the direction of specialization is [Rocket]. As for his spiritual energy and spiritual tools, Miao Wubing just glanced at it casually and didn't pay attention to it. Anyway, according to his plan, Devan ...... I can't survive the hurdle of level 20.

Isn't it a great pity in life that I've been playing this game for so long and haven't seen the wonderful face of a dead man?

Turning his head, he glanced at the four people, including Lingli, and said lightly: "I'm done," after a pause, a smile of Miao Jiaoyang appeared on the corner of his lips: "So...... Are you going to judge me directly? Or are you going to embarrass me a little more and make me even more unable to get off the stage? He smiled and said, "It's okay,"

"I'll take it all."

The scene instantly fell into a cold field.

In this short period of coldness, Miao Wubing suddenly understood that Miao Jiaoyang's smile that covered his demonic nature was so useful, so practical, and so ......

Perfect!

Perfect！

Ten seconds later, Lingli was the first to break the silence. The little princess, who was so simple that she couldn't put it down, stood up anxiously, staring at Miao Wubing with a pair of big eyes and foggy, and was about to cry: "Brother Wubing, they ...... Me,"

"It's okay," Miao Wubing interrupted with a smile and stretched out a hand, "This is also human nature, after all, in the final analysis, it was I who abandoned my dear teammates and escaped alone, which caused the strength of the team to be greatly damaged." I won't say more like apologies......" He motioned for Lingli to sit down, and swept over the three teammates who were already "dead" one by one: "Everyone...... Is there anything to lose? Say it, I ......"

"Bear it all by yourself."

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