During the day, Fang Zhiwen squatted patiently in the copy, and the bow and arrow thief who shot all the arrows looked at Fang Zhiwen who was practicing spears under the wall, Fang Zhiwen was still a simple lunge forward stab, he made a mark on the stake of the wall, and every time he had to stab on this mark, a whole day passed, Fang Zhiwen didn't remember how many times he stabbed, there were always thousands of times, if it weren't for the durability of the walled wall was high enough, and Fang Zhiwen controlled the strength of the stab, it was likely that the walled wall would be directly broken by Fang Zhiwen.

Today, there is still no one to break into the dungeon, Fang Zhiwen is a little strange, don't players play generals or lords, they all go to play rangers and life professions?

Naturally, he didn't know that it was because the Flame Red Face Studio had undertaken a large number of level-breaking tasks, and all players who had a chance to break the level were scheduled to start a group charge five days later, hoping to send everyone through the level at once.

Finally got to the dark, Fang Zhiwen finally let go of his suppressed hands and feet, stretched his bow and swept the target on the wall, and then broke open the gate of the village like a whirlwind sweeping leaves, swept the three village masters and the two village masters, and took turns to the first three levels again and again, making the three village owners and the second village owners miserable, fortunately they have no soul, otherwise they will definitely go crazy.

Fang Zhiwen remembered very well that he killed the second village master a total of 75 times this night, and he killed 7,500 bandits in one night, what a scary number, but unfortunately, his level was only at level 8, according to previous experience, he had to brush up for four or five days to do it, but unfortunately he couldn't work during the day, otherwise it would only take two or three days.

Fang Zhiwen didn't know, Fang Xiaomei and Li Xueyin searched near Heifeng Village for a long time, and finally thought that this boss had been killed by others, so the matter was stopped, and even almost delayed the business of breaking the level because of this, but as for the identity of Fang Zhiwen, they had a guess based on the equipment on Fang Zhiwen's body, it may be an intermediate class randomly brushed out by the system, but unfortunately they didn't hit it, and they didn't know what good things would explode.

In the next few days, Fang Zhiwen spent the frenzied monster farming and practice, practicing the ring head knife when he was tired of the spear, and only practicing one stabbing and drawing the knife, thousands of times a day, now he can almost do the light, heavy, fast and slow as he likes, but the direction has not been able to control well, this is not in a hurry, practice slowly, one day he believes that his Zhongping gun can be refined.

At night, he frantically brushed monsters, as he shot faster and faster, the speed of spear stabbing became faster and faster, and the speed of monster farming became faster and faster, and on the night of the last day, he brushed 9,000 bandits in one night, and slaughtered 10,000 people a day.

When the experience bar of elite soldier level 11 was finally filled, Fang Zhiwen's attributes were:

Creep Elite Level 11

Attack 24+15

Defense 24+7

Speed 10+2+3

Stamina: 520

Fang Zhiwen's current data is the data after the cultivation of the general militia, in fact, this data is obtained at the top of the senior arms, but compared with those special arms, there is basically only half of the value, so theoretically speaking, the training of the militia is almost a waste of firewood, and the training of special arms is almost the same, but the militia has an advantage in training, that is, it is average, and all indicators are relatively average, and the special arms are often serious.

This will be reflected when entering the generals, and there must be a corresponding general template card if the subject is serious, and the wrong template will be abolished, and the military generals trained by the militia can do any card, that is, the plasticity is very high, and there is even a great chance to comprehend the skills earlier.

It's just that all this is still a hidden secret, waiting for everyone to discover.

After sorting out his equipment, carrying a dozen quivers and carrying a black iron gun, Fang Zhiwen bravely walked towards the Juyi Hall.

The battlefield immediately opened, just in front of the steps of the Juyi Hall, five hundred elite soldiers were divided into five battle formations, Dazhai stood on the steps with great enthusiasm, when he saw that there was only one challenger, and the identity was actually a wild soldier, he couldn't help but be stunned, with his little IQ really couldn't understand, so he had to speak according to the given lines.

"A bold thief, he dares to break into my Black Wind Village, and I am really no one in Black Wind Village1

Fang Zhiwen looked at the owner of Dazhai stupidly, and finally someone talked to me! Excited!

"Big, big village master, I can't break in, if you can help me become a general, I'll turn around and leave, how about it?"

"A bold thief, he dares to break into my Black Wind Village, and I am really no one in Black Wind Village1

"I'm honest, I'm not lying to you."

"A bold thief, he dares to break into my Black Wind Village, and I am really no one in Black Wind Village1

"I went, it turned out to be a gramophone, and I thought it was a high IQ1

"A bold thief, he dares to break into my Black Wind Village, and I am really no one in Black Wind Village1

"Die1

"Shaft An dare to insult me, little ones, kill 1

"**, go die1

Fang Zhiwen threw away the iron gun in his hand, while scattering the arrow pouch in his hand, he picked up the longbow and rushed forward, ready to abuse those bow and arrow thieves, but before he could open the bow, suddenly his heart was cold, Fang Zhiwen subconsciously put the longbow in his hand, and a heavy black feather arrow 'hissed' and flew over Fang Zhiwen's left shoulder with a sharp roar, bringing a bloody arrow.

Withdraw! Fang Zhiwen didn't have time to think about it, he quickly retreated, at this time the second black feather arrow had already come straight to his chest, Fang Zhiwen struggled to twist his wrist that was numb, the longbow rubbed the feather arrow slightly, and the feather arrow that would have pierced Fang Zhiwen's heart 'poof' through the leather armor and inserted into his right chest.

Pain!

Fang Zhiwen didn't care so much, he retreated quickly, and the third feather arrow was finally blocked by his longbow and flew into the air behind him.

After retreating twenty or thirty meters, Fang Zhiwen stopped, and the lord of the big village was looking at him triumphantly, with a contemptuous posture, while those elite soldiers still kept the formation and pressed forward unhurriedly.

Fang Zhiwen pulled out the feather arrow in his chest, and there was a sharp pain, but Fang Zhiwen didn't feel the pain, only the angry flames were burning, and he looked at his attributes, his physical strength was still 80 points, and he was almost finished!

Fang Zhiwen glanced at the master of the big village standing on the steps, snorted his nose, stood still and recovered his physical strength, while opening his bow and arrows to shoot quickly, the feather arrows of almost a line of the city accurately seized the lives of the bow and arrow bandits in the battle array, when the bandits entered the firing range, Fang Zhiwen began to move to the side and back, while continuing to shoot hard, and soon one of the bow and arrow bandits was all killed.

The big village master's eyes moved, and he looked at the situation in front of him in a little confusion, as if he couldn't think of a better way to deal with it, so he had to continue to maintain the order at the beginning, and compress Fang Zhiwen's activity space backwards, but this battlefield was a little special, because the location of the battle was close to the Juyi Hall, so the space behind Fang Zhiwen was quite large, Fang Zhiwen controlled the rhythm, and when he finally retreated to the edge of the battlefield, the two hundred bandit archers had been completely slaughtered.

Fang Zhiwen quickly wiped out one of the teams, then rushed over from the breakthrough, returned to the initial position, picked up his black iron spear, and began to slaughter in the strange gaze of the lord of the village, generally when describing the spear battle, he would use the word 'flying', but Fang Zhiwen's situation could not use this word, he retreated, while stabbing rapidly, in front of him, it was like a continuous torrential rain, flying towards the enemy, bringing up a puff of blood mist, as he retreated, leaving a wide blood path on the ground.

Stab! Stab! Stab-..

There was no fatigue, no pity, Fang Zhiwen's mood was as flat as water, he just looked at the gap between the wooden shields, looked at the enemy's throat, stabbed, stabbed again!

Roar 1 roared, the master of the village finally couldn't sit still, in fact, there were less than fifty thieves on the field.

As soon as Fang Zhiwen let go, he let go of his spear, stretched out his hand and scooped up a steel shield from his back, and pulled out the ring head knife with a sound of his right hand, and rushed towards the lord of Dazhai, the archer is not good at close combat, and now he can only bet on this, and compare archery with the bow, it is definitely looking for death.

With a sharp sword, a thief fell to the ground, and on the side of Fang Zhiwen's body, the steel shield on his left arm made a small inclination.

The black feather arrow of 'ding' and ''luo' was rubbed out, Fang Zhiwen's body shook, the power of that feather arrow was amazing, fortunately it used the principle of reflex angle.

Continue to rush, block the arrows, and the black feather arrows of 'ding' and 'ding' are rubbed out, and then rush ......

The lord of the village hesitated, according to the regular battle, he should retreat at this time, his speed was definitely higher than Fang Zhiwen, but the little confusion and pride in his heart still made him hesitate, but this hesitation was given close by Fang Zhiwen.

Fang Zhiwen didn't know why the owner of the big village didn't retreat, he always guessed that the speed of the big village master must be higher than himself, if the big village master started to fly kites, Fang Zhiwen decided to rush to the Juyi Hall, which might attract the big village master back, but he didn't expect the big village master to not retreat.

Fang Zhiwen didn't care so much, the iron shield in his hand was raised, and his body squatted down suddenly, this fake action immediately deceived the master of the village, his last arrow directly passed through the iron shield and grazed Fang Zhiwen's scalp and shot into the ground not far behind him, and Fang Zhiwen's ring knife pierced the left sole of the master of the village without hesitation, painful!!

The owner of the village yelled, wanted to pull out his feet, but was nailed to the ground by the ring knife, Fang Zhiwen stirred hard, the owner of the village was so painful that the arrows in his hand fell, Fang Zhiwen saw the opportunity not to be missed, immediately pulled out the knife, from the bottom to the top, a knife stabbed into the lower abdomen of the owner of the village, and then twisted and pulled suddenly.

With a thud, the blood rain flew out with a gray and unknown object, the lord of the village roared, and retreated, Fang Zhiwen spun up with his strength, his body turned around, and the ring knife in his right hand used a slash for the first time, and a knife slashed at the neck of the lord of the village, and the head of the boss of the big village flew up, and a puddle of blood rose to the sky, drenching Fang Zhiwen with an uproar.

A stream of heat poured into Fang Zhiwen's body, as if he had been thrown into the fire, but his body couldn't move, his vision was blood-red, and the severe pain made Fang Zhiwen's face twisted very hideously, he wanted to roar but couldn't open his mouth, his fists clenched hard, almost crushing the joints of his fingers, painful! No! Desire! Bear!