What is the concept of 165th place on the Valkyrie list?

The entire Bloodthirsty Camp is of a medium standard.

Of course, it's just a medium level, and in the whole blood camp, the average level is nothing. But this is a newcomer who has just entered the camp for less than a day, which is terrifying.

can enter the weeping blood camp, they are all geniuses. But between geniuses and geniuses, there are also three, six, nine and so on.

A guy like Wang Chen, who only entered the camp for one day, hit the bottom of the Little Martial God List and hit the 165th place on the Little Martial God List, almost without even thinking about it, it is definitely not something they can afford to provoke.

If you dare to target him now, you will definitely be retaliated against in the future. This is not a price they can afford.

The geniuses of the Weeping Blood Camp who can stand here, each one of them is not a fool, nor is he the kind of short-sighted person, he calmed down and thought for two seconds, and soon, these people knew what they should do.

"I suddenly remembered that I haven't finished what the instructor explained, so what, I'm here today, Qianshao, farewell!" Chao Yang Qian hugged his fist, and the rat-whiskered young man slipped away first.

Then came the big black one: "Cough, Qianshao, I suddenly remembered that there was something I hadn't done yet, so I left first, everyone, farewell." ”

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A black whirlwind swept across the lake, and the big black tower-like body was also nimble in legs and feet, slipping fast.

Then there is the dwarf winter melon, "There is still a pot of soup stewed in the house, so I won't bother Qianshao, thank you Qianshao for your hospitality today, farewell!"

"Tread!" "Tread!" "Tread!"

A set of strange steps in the void, a few ups and downs, the dwarf winter melon is also flying in the dark, nowhere to be found.

Even, the white-haired cold-faced man who had been standing aside, no joy or million, no talk, and no expression, opened his mouth at this moment, nodded towards Shang Yangqian, and said directly: "Farewell." ”

"Wow!"

The water surface froze, and the white-haired cold-faced man stepped on the ice, and as soon as he skated, like ice skating, he disappeared in the pavilion of Mirror Lake in an instant.

The lonely Shangyang Qian stood in place, the lake breeze came slowly, lining his figure, but it was unusually cool.

"Ahh

There was a sudden roar, and everything in the pavilion was blown up and swept away.

In the devastation, Shang Yangqian's body trembled, his eyes were red, his silver teeth were crushed, and he roared lowly: "Wang Chen! Wang Chen!!"

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"The steps are big, the steps are quick, I can't finish these fifty laps today, and I don't have anything to eat. Wu Qinghong said indifferently to Wang Chen.

"Whew, whew. ”

The gravity field plus the black tortoise, even the cold wind and this kind of blood wind warrior felt quite stressful, only ran five laps, immediately panting, sweating like rain, and then heard Wu Qinghong say fifty laps, the predator like him, also immediately looked dark, gritted his teeth, and wanted to ask, "Instructor, fifty laps have passed, right?", but the warrior's sense of honor and strong self-esteem made him unable to open this mouth, just gritted his teeth and lowered his head, and continued to move forward with more and more difficult steps.

Wang Chen doesn't have the backbone.

"Sister, fifty laps have passed. Besides, what does it mean that you added an extra turtle circle to me, and everyone else is one. Wang Chen wailed there, but instead of showing a hint of weakness, he howled loudly and passionately.

Wu Qinghong looked at him coldly, "No more nonsense, I'll add three to you, three are all green!"

Wang Chen: "......"

Count you ruthless!

Thinking of the picture of himself running on the track with three green turtle shells, Wang Chen's spirit was chilled, and then he decisively confessed.

He didn't know that if it weren't for his previous experience in walking the Weeping Blood Path, Wu Qinghong would not have let him be shelled by two turtles.

The principle of the Weeping Blood Passage is very similar to this gravitational field. Being able to walk the weeping blood path shows that this gravitational field and the turtle shell are not very restrictive to him.

Of course, it is only limited to two, plus a turtle shell, under double pressure, even if Wang Chen's body is perverted enough, it will collapse.

In fact, many old students of the Weeping Blood Camp can only withstand the pressure brought by one turtle shell until now, two, unless they are those perverts who specialize in the flesh, or the perverts in the top 30 of the Little Martial God list, otherwise carrying two tortoise shells, not to mention running, it is difficult to walk, fifty laps, and they will die on the spot.

This place is forbidden to the spirit and the forbidden to fight. With a turtle shell on his back, he couldn't use all his spiritual power. It can make the soldiers of the Blood Wind Emperor Army like Cold Wind complain, and the pressure is so great that it can be imagined.

Han Feng turned his head and glanced at Wang Chen, and stopped talking.

This guy is something. Fighting at the same level can defeat him, and now he can run him over with a single step, which makes Han Feng slightly doubt that he has lived to a dog all these years, and he can't even compare to a little ghost who is studying in Xia Wu's upper courtyard and has not graduated.

But he didn't dare to shout. At this time, if you want to compare, you have to be like Wang Chen, and you will also run with two turtle shells on your back.

One of them made him unbearable, and two of them were really going to die.

What's more, this is not one lap or two, but fifty laps, he has to rely on his tenacity to run fifty laps with a turtle shell on his back to see if he can finish it, and he estimates that he will die suddenly halfway through running fifty laps with two tortoise shells on his back.

The physical body has never been one's strong point. If he can use the power of martial arts, it will be fine, after all, the blood yang protects the body, and he doesn't need to practice the golden body, but now he can't use martial energy, and can only rely on the pure physical body, which is a little difficult for him.

It should be shrunk, and it is still necessary to shrunk the head. At this time, it is undoubtedly unwise to be strong. Although Wang Chen has been secretly regarded as the object of comparison in his heart, he can still be strategically forbearant.

The cold wind lowered his head and continued to run.

Wang Chen also lowered his head and continued to run.

Arguing with a woman is undoubtedly not a wise choice. If you win, it's you. If you lose, it's you who is unlucky, thinking about the picture of three green turtle shells hanging behind him, Wang Chen also chose strategic forbearance.

The members of the team came back one after another, and reported the mission to Wu Qinghong with a solemn face.

Weeding and watering flowers, killing beasts and demons. It seems that these senior brothers and sisters of the team are not going well, they haven't seen each other for a day, they are all disgraced, embarrassed, and no longer have the previous chic posture, at first glance, they have suffered a lot of losses in the hands of fierce beasts and demon clans, that is, Xu Xin's face is full of color, it seems that this task of watering flowers and weeding is not so easy to complete.

After the debriefing, Wu Qinghong nodded, waved them to disperse, and did their own things.

Xu Xin walked over and looked at Wang Chen, who was sweating like rain in the gravity field, and immediately grinned: "Oh, whose little turtle is this, why does it look so cute?"

Wang Chen raised his head, glanced at her lightly, then turned his head and looked at Han Feng: "Hey, what about you." ”

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