Ji Gutian is very entangled, really entangled, after people change their minds, they casually practice for a few months, and they immediately hit the ground, they were replaced almost a few months ago, why are they still so weak?

Lao Tzu has opened the external brush attributes, and there are additional attribute bonuses for the boss!

Can you still be reasonable, brother has so many bonuses, he is not even qualified to watch a lively scene?

"Boom!"

A fierce explosion erupted behind him, and a flash of fire rose into the sky, causing the world to be instantly discolored. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

The so-called real man never looks back at the explosion.

The firelight reflected on the pure white hair, dyed crimson, but the tangled Jiaotian was in no mood to pay attention to what was behind him.

"In the end, it's still not enough! It would be nice if a memory of the future suddenly flooded into my brain and made me think I was born again. Even if that's not the case, just take the memories of a few other masters and flesh them out..."Di Gutian complained, and suddenly said on a whim, "By the way, system, you said that since you are out of the organization, you don't have many restrictions, and you have the highest authority." So can you give me something good in advance and let me pay on credit? ”

"On credit? Don't even think about it! The system unceremoniously refused, and he said, "You think you can take these things if you want them?" It's all made by you with energy transformation! These transformed energies are all dependent on the energy you accumulate by doing tasks, brushing points, and accumulating. You think it's Chinese cabbage, and I'll give it to you wholesale! ”

Ji Gutian thought about it, and felt right, since he got the system, he has been brushing points and doing tasks before giving rewards. There's not even a so-called newbie package, so you can see that this system is a poor ghost. I still want to ask him for credit...

"The system will give me a few cigarettes to smoke."

He squatted on the rocks in the mountains, looking into the distance, thinking about life.

"A little point. You're welcome. The system spoke, and a pack of cigarettes appeared in the hands of Ji Gutian.

He didn't mind the door-picking system, he took apart the cigarette case in his hand, took out one and lit it, took a deep breath, pointed to his heart, and said, "I have no clue about developing this little liver." I really don't understand how the blind bear did it. ”

"Don't ask me, I may know a thing or two about certain things, but when it comes to these technical matters on paper, you can only use energy to convert books, and you can redeem them yourself. Although I am a system, I am not a home computer, so how can I have so much space to store this knowledge. ”

He rolled his eyes and smoked silently.

"My biggest hole card is not the system, nor the primordial-level bead, but the talent skill that develops plug-ins. So far, in addition to an experience plug-in that doesn't feel like a big effect, there's also a modifier that brushes attributes. Surrounded by smoke, he frowned, pondering all his means.

Although there is still a raffle ticket for bronze-level props that has not been used, after these days of development vision, he feels that bronze-level things are not very useful to him, except for adding some regular daily use, it is basically difficult to use it as a means to turn the tables.

Especially the dragon god leg, which is basically like an ordinary attack for me now, in the face of a powerful enemy, except for being able to break the defense and hurt others, it is not powerful at all.

"Damn, it's called Hanging Bomb Heaven, I don't feel like I'm hanging at all." He snuffed out the cigarette butt, threw it on the ground, and took out another cigarette and put it on his mouth.

"Modifiers, modifiers..."

Muttering to his strongest method, he took a long breath.

In addition to continuing to develop plug-ins, the only thing that can quickly get up is to brush up on your talent attributes. But this is very inefficient to farm, and it is far less efficient than starting a war to increase the kill value and gain attributes.

Every time it is destroyed, it takes a lot of time to recreate the desktop space and write the program.

"You say I'm 1:1... Dot. A flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind.

"Damn, why didn't I think of it? The main system came out because I modified the properties too much, and more data was involved, so I noticed it. But what if I'm 1:1, 2:2, such a tiny number of brushes? Compared with my current data of a few hundred per item, one or two points is only a few hundredths of the data, and the fluctuation of the affected data is simply not too low! As long as I brush a little bit, I add it, and then keep brushing, so that it saves the time of destruction, the time of reconstruction, and the risk is not very great! ”

His eyes widened, and he was suddenly stunned by his IQ.

Why didn't I think of such a simple thing earlier?

Modify a little bit at a time, plus exit the space, add to your own properties panel, and this kind of thing can only take a minute at most, or even less. As long as you stick to brushing for a few hours a day...

So...

Wo Guy is starting to drool...

He wiped the corners of his mouth and lit a cigarette again, "No matter how high this attribute is, it will only improve your physical talent." The most important thing is cultivation, especially those attacking techniques, well..."

Dropping the cigarette on the ground, which had not yet taken two puffs, he glanced at the explosion in the forest behind him.

"Boom!"

There was another terrifying explosion, followed by a jet-black sword slashing down in the dim sky.

"Holy!" He stared at the trees not far away, neatly broken, leaving only some black mist next to him slowly emerging on the grass and trees, and the originally thriving grass and trees, after emitting this black mist, also gradually withered, and finally turned into a particle, dissipating into the air.

"It's dangerous here, I'm going home." He dropped a sentence in a daze, and decisively chose to transfer strategically.

In the midst of the forest battlefield, the Tyrant tossed aside one of the players he had sucked into the human dry, and looked at Chekov with a bloodthirsty face holding the rune black sword.

Beside him, there were few high-level players who could stand up, and even Cheng Luo and the old monk were seriously injured on the side, completely losing the strength to fight again.

The only one who can compete with the Mighty Tyrant is Chekov, no, to be precise, the runic black sword in his hand that exudes this demonic energy.

"How are you guys? Can you still get up and fight hard? Chekov gasped and said to the two seriously injured bigwigs behind him.

Just now, he forcibly split out a 'Demon Drunk', forced Xiongbatian away, and saved the two people behind him.

"There is no Shakyamuni Buddha in the south, and the poor monks are okay." The old monk sat cross-legged on the ground, his face haggard, his throat was constantly squirming, and the corners of his mouth were constantly overflowing with blood. But he still held his body strongly, put his hands together towards Chekov's back, and recited a Buddha name.

Cheng Luo held the long knife that was almost dry with one hand, and the other hand had already lost too much blood and became dry, he stretched out his tongue with a hideous face and licked the blood at the corner of his mouth, and laughed in a low voice, "The state is almost the same, do it again, I have to go back to my hometown." ”

"Damn!" Hearing this, Chekov scolded, "Isn't it completely meaningless for Lao Tzu to save you?" ”

"There is no Shakyamuni Buddha in the south, is it useless for the poor monk to commit suicide now?" The old monk suddenly popped out such a sentence, and then continued, "When the time comes, I will have to trouble the donor to use a corpse collection technique on the poor monk..."

"You want to be beautiful!" Chekov jerked back and interrupted the old monk's words.

Why didn't you bring up this kind of thing earlier, at that time, Lao Tzu still had a younger brother, just order them, where would it attract so much?

You say you have this kind of hole cards, and you still have them tucked up until now? Do you think Lao Tzu will help you?

"It's useless." Cheng Luo sneered, "Don't forget, he said four methods before, one of them... But the seal! ”

"Damn God, oh lose that black." Chekov cursed and looked at the sky again.

Xiongbatian was forced away and did not continue to attack, but stared at the three people in front of him with interest, showing the quality of his villain boss, and only then did he open his mouth when he saw them chatting at this moment, "Who is that, you played a good trick just now, let me guess, but one of the seven demon swords?" ”

"What? Do you want? If you want, I can give it to you. Chekov's breathing slowed, ignoring the sweat that had overflowed from overconsumption, and calmly pulled out a cigarette of marijuana. Looking at his calm appearance, it seems that it was not him who scolded before.

"Although I've improved now, I haven't tasted it for a long time, and before I die, can you catch a beautiful woman for me to cool off?"

Two people and one bear: "..."

"Didn't your God teach you that people like you should go to hell." The old monk said with a blush, and then looked at Xiongbatian with expectant eyes.

As the saying goes, if I don't go to hell, who will?

It is really gratifying that the old monk was able to have this kind of consciousness before he died.

Cheng Luo pursed his lips, and pulled out a random one in his clan, both men and women are the top goods, how can this kind of thing be rare.

"Hell? Lao Tzu has been there several times, and I feel panicked when I think about it. Chekov shuddered, "I said, little devil, isn't your boss the king of Yama?" After we go down, you go and plead with your boss so that we will suffer less. ”

Cheng Luo was quite speechless about this, his boss, the 'Ten Palaces Yama' and the Yama King in the real hell, are not good people at all. Everyone knows about this, and they're about to hang up, and you're still using this kind of thing.

The real King of Yama has nothing to do with the underworld at all, if you want to say that it is related, that is, he once ruled the entire underworld, and he is the first Shura in the underworld after the ancestor of the Styx.

And the one in charge of the Ten Palaces of Hell is called Yama Tianzi, and it's just a title, his original name is Bao, in short, it's not called Bao Zheng, but he plays the same as Bao Zheng, and he likes to kill sideways...

This has nothing to do with the Shura clan at all!

His boss is just a high-level player, and taking this name is just a respect and worship for the number one master in his clan as a Shura clan.

Those things in hell really don't belong to my boss...

Xiongbatian scratched his head, watched them chatting all kinds of things, completely threw him aside, and couldn't help shouting, "Hey, who is that, you hand over the Seven Demon Swords, and I'll let you go, how about it?" ”

"Leave me alone?" Chekov was stunned.

Xiongbatian ignored him, continued to look at the two people behind him and said, "That old bald donkey, hand over your family's mastery, if you come to the divine palm, that is, the palm that can shoot the word 'swastika'." And who else, your Shura clan has a lot of treasures, give me a set of blood-dripping magic skills. In exchange for your little life, how's that? ”

The three of them glanced at the dried corpses in the area, then looked at each other.

I have to say that the dried corpses in that place are indeed very deterrent...

Gu Tian, who returned to his own territory, didn't know that the tripartite forces that originally came to rob the bear were robbed by the bear. It doesn't matter if he knows, because he's doing something very important right now.

That's silently farming attribute points...