28 Military Sword Skills (1)
"Well, how's the game going?" If you don't change the topic, Bai Leng is afraid that she will not be able to control her awkward expression. Pen Γ fun Γ Pavilion www. ο½ο½ο½ο½ο½ο½ γ ο½ο½ο½ο½
"Fortunately, the tasks assigned above feel a bit far away."
"What are you worried about, isn't there a golden laying hen in the dormitory, and it costs a gold coin to make a piece of clothing."
"She's her, I'm me, and it's too unlevel to let others help me with my own tasks."
"Independent girl, I appreciate you."
Arriving at the eighth floor, Bai Leng hesitated: "Won't it be inconvenient to be so late, even if I invite you with a little money." β
Lin Yue dragged him out of the elevator: "I don't want you to go in, it's not so simple to want me to owe favors." β
"Wait a minute." Lin Yue took out the key to open the door, Bai Leng leaned against the wall and glanced into the room, the rice bag in his hand slammed on the ground without holding it, startling the sensor light of the entire unit.
The people in the living room were also startled, and after seeing the scene outside the door through the light, they let out a panicked cry and got up from the carpet, slammed open the bedroom door and escaped. Lin Yue stretched out his hand to block Bai Leng's gaze and threatened viciously: "Don't look at it when you turn your back!" Hurry up! β
Bai Leng raised his hands and leaned on the wall to show his submission, and when he closed the door, he brought up the airflow to cool down a little, raising his body temperature too quickly.
After about a few tens of seconds, the door opened a small crack, and a green Grandpa Mao was handed out inside, Bai coldly took it and planned to make a defense, and sneered twice behind the door, and responded with a bang.
Stuffing the 50 yuan in his pocket, Bai Leng closed his eyes and reminisced about the shocking glimpse just now, and sniffed.
"Cobra pose, the difficulty is really high, I guess I have practiced it for more than ten years." Bai Leng bent down to pick up the rice bag and wiped the sticky head with the hem of his T-shirt: "It's too hot this day." β
The door opened behind him again: "Hey! β
"What's wrong?" Bai Leng looked back in surprise.
"Are you still in Huishan Town?"
"yes, what."
Lin Yue stared at Bai Leng for a second and closed the door completely.
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There was nothing to say all night, and after breakfast the next day, everyone went online as usual.
After hurrying to Eli's grocery store to sell the bear skin and the whole antelope, and earning 20 silver and another wave of big-eyed beads, Bai Leng rushed to the Huishan branch of the Church of Gera the next time.
"Mr. Pastor, how's it going?"
Myron was Edwin's deputy, he pressed his hand at Bai Leng, lowered his head and carefully used the golden energy points condensed by his fingertips to stitch up the wound for Rong Zixin, who was lying on a wooden bed.
"Lucky fellow, if you're five minutes late, you'll have to pick him up at the cemetery gate." After the three wounds were treated, Myron picked up the cloth towel at hand to wipe her hands and ordered the nun on duty to come and bandage it.
"What does it feel?" Bai Leng touched the three thin pink new scars on Rong Zixin's chest and was surprised: "What an amazing power." β
"I don't feel it." Rong Zixin slapped his hand away.
"The Norton brown bear is not an ordinary beast, and if you can survive it, I have to admit that you still have some skills," Myron tidied up the hem of his robe: "Autumn is just around the corner, these guys also have to start storing fat for the winter, don't go deep into the jungle if you have nothing to do, especially when there are no medical professionals around." β
"Thank you for your generosity, and we take our leave."
Pastor Myron nodded: "I gave the bill to Liz, wait and go to the front desk with her to settle it." β
"How much?"
"It's not expensive, it's only 2 gold."
βareοΌyouοΌfuckingοΌkiddingοΌmeοΌβ White Leng almost fell to the ground.
"The large wound suture plus the warmth of the viscera, this level of treatment is very draining, and our medical center has always clearly marked the price. Besides, how can a Norton bear be sold for three gold coins, and you won't lose all your money. The strength is not enough to make up for your life, this is the words I heard from the mouths of your oracles, if you want to live and are unwilling to pay the corresponding price, then the mother goddess will not be able to help you. β
Myron touched her mustache and walked out of the tent with satisfaction, and the nun's sister looked at Bai Leng and sneered: "Don't think about paying the bill, otherwise the comrades of the church guard will block you in the alley." β
Under the smiling gaze of the little cashier girl, Bai Leng paid the medical bills with blood dripping in his heart, and looked at the statue of Glachis with his hands folded in the center of the hall with tears in his eyes, and left without looking back.
"Only then did I know what it means to be excessive, two magic spells and two gold coins, who can afford so many injured players every day, do you have to sit and wait for death?" Bai Leng tried his best to describe the ugly face of Pastor Myron in his impression to the fat man: "Doesn't the thin man not know what profession he should play, go to be a priest, and build a clinic there when there are many people, and at this pace in a few days, the down payment for the house in the third ring road will also be paid." β
The fat man looked helplessly at Bai Leng and went crazy: "It's time to popularize the basic status quo of players for you, take Huishan Town as an example, do you know how most players make money?" β
"The collection task is the most important way, this kind of work with luck and a little bit of ability The income is relatively good, and the rest are basically running errands and moving bricks, mowing grass and feeding pigs and other unskilled things, some people who want to practice life occupations are also difficult to continue due to the lack of training materials, as for those who rely on fighting high-level monsters to make money while upgrading, they are either the core of the union or as awesome as you, and the number is small."
"The attack on the mountain seriously discouraged some people, and I heard that a large number of players were lost, and since then the rest of the people have been much more honest and obediently follow the system's increasingly detailed instructions, such as practicing martial arts, exchanging ideas, and so on. How many more people do you think will be seriously injured as a result? What wrestling and breaking skin and the like almost don't lose blood, and a bottle of bruise and damage cream 5 copper is enough for a few days, where will it be to the extent that it must be treated with divine magic. β
"Don't tell me that the dozens of people who were injured that day and couldn't move all gave up the game."
"Those who didn't give up have died all over again."
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"Actually, the above are secondary, what I want to ask most is how can you give two gold coins for meow! You don't even know me when you're doing things! β
Rong Zixin glanced at Bai Leng and spit out two words softly: "Balance." β
Hearing this explanation, Bai Leng calmed down, and after thinking about it for a while, he had to grit his teeth in vain.
Seeing that he was being ignored, the fat man angrily raised two small purses: "Since you have started to use gold coins as a trading unit, how about I take the reward for cleaning the chicken coop and count it in the start-up capital of opening the store?" β
"No way!" Leng took it back.
The three of them broke up when they walked to the gate of the square, and the fat man went to the tavern to inspect the various matters related to the opening of the store, while Bai Leng and Rong Zixin turned to the town garrison training ground to go to Ellis's appointment.
"How much did those things sell for?" Rong Zixin asked.
"I earned twice as much yesterday, I said do we need to open any restaurant, killing two more bears is worth nothing."
"Do you think you can find similar top-level creatures in the forest to the east, I don't know when the next refresh will be. I feel that the fat man's idea is very good, and the interests of the trickle and the long stream are stable. β
"It's always you have a point, if you can really drive it."
This time, I found that there were obviously fewer people, those players who failed to learn basic martial arts gave up and some went to do other things, and the few people who dreamed of becoming gods are still insisting on tempering their strength just to meet the threshold requirements.
Ellis was now seated in the seat that had belonged to Scott's vice-captain, staring at the training of the rest of the team without saying a word.
"Teacher, we're here." Rong Zixin bowed slightly at him.
Ellis turned around, and when he changed into his uniform, his momentum was completely different from before, and the majesty that belonged only to the baptism of blood seemed to emanate from his bones.
"How did it hurt?" Ellis looked at Rong Zixin's gauze-covered chest and spoke dissatisfiedly.
"There was a little bit of an accident while hunting brown bears."
"Brown bears?" He stood up: "I remember that there are no other very threatening magical beasts nearby except for a fire wolf. β
"Where, we're just too vegetable, it's not even enough to kill a beast." Bai Leng answered angrily.
Rong Zixin glanced at him: "Do you have to come like this every time?" β
Ellis smiled disapprerovingly: "I don't care about the things before, but now that you choose to come to me to learn things, you have to be completely subordinate to me, if you can't make a guarantee, don't blame me for not saying anything ahead." β
Bai Leng pouted: "Okay, okay, I'll be obedient in the future." β
Ellis was noncommittal, bent down and drew a sword from the weapon rack beside him, and led the two of them to a quiet corner.
"Change to stick sparring, I know Valker's level, as for whether your strength is as powerful as your mouth, let me see it."
"He's injured, and the standard of judging is obviously a notch lower." Bai Leng twisted his neck.
Rong Zixin snorted coldly and pulled out his stick, and began to attack without saying a word.
"You really don't know how to be kind!"
Bai Leng sighed and greeted him, knowing that the other party was in the weak period of recovering from injury, so he tried his best to press his rhythm to the same level as Rong Zixin, so that he would not be unable to restrain his hand and cause him secondary damage.
As if sensing that Bai Leng had left some hands, Rong Zixin did not hesitate to use all his current strength, the sound of the sticks clashing was endless, and the high-frequency and fierce collision attracted the attention of everyone in the field almost in a few breaths.
This is the first official confrontation between Bai Leng and Rong Zixin, and it also allows both parties to have an intuitive understanding of each other's true strength.
In Bai Leng's eyes, Rong Zixin's style of play is quite ancient, with the chic and hearty beauty of an old martial artist in every move, and every action comes out, the angle of attack, and the striking posture have a textbook-like rigor and formality. But when I got my hands on, I realized that he was not a simple old-fashioned martial artist.
Not only can he correctly intercept tricky attacks from various angles, but also in the face of Bai Leng's deliberate yin damage tricks such as flirting / yin and poking eyes, Rong Zixin is also able to resolve them one by one, and has made a lot of counterattacks that Bai Leng did not expect.
Seeing that he was so obsessed with the use of these obscene routines, after once again using his knees to separate the attack on his vital parts, even Rong Zixin's indifferent personality couldn't help but be angry.
He dropped the stick, wrapped his hands directly around the opponent's arm, and before he could break free, his cervical spine quickly adjusted, and when Bai Leng focused his attention on his left foot, which pretended to treat others in the same way, he found the right angle and shot straight at Bai Leng's nose.
"Hold the grass!"
In this state, Bai Leng had no other way but to lean back to avoid it, and the two of them fell to the ground heavily in this way, splashing a cloud of dust.
"Good fight." Ellis commented.
Turning over and sitting up, Bai Leng stared at Rong Zixin directly, there were a lot of words on his lips that he wanted to say but couldn't say.
"You won."
Rong Zixin didn't want to use any expression: "You're so dirty." β
(I wanted to have two updates today, but after looking at my recent update status, don't be willful.) οΌ