Although it has been explained many times.

But Wang Shuang's eyes were still a little weird.

"It's not what you think, sister. ”

"No need to explain, adolescence...... It's normal to be curious. ”

"I bought it for my classmates!"

"The one who didn't reply to your message yesterday was made up by you, right?"

“......”

Wang looked straight at WeChat.

I also wondered.

It's been a day since Wen Zhenpeng and she hasn't replied to the message?

It's weird.

The video call didn't respond.

I don't accept red envelopes.

In other words, Lin Xia and the little nurse were all collected in seconds......

"By the way, Dad just called, and he won't be back this year. Wang Shuang said.

"Can't leave?" Wang Zhi knew that his father Wang Rende was very busy with work.

Startups, all like that.

"Hmm. Wang Shuang responded casually: "Today you go to the dojo by yourself, I will buy some New Year's goods, and tomorrow on the first day of the new year, we will go to the New Year together." ”

"Good. Wang glanced at Wang Shuang and didn't say much.

Avoidant eyes, divergent topics.

It's not that simple.

......

Swordsmanship, the Force is in control.

After the cultivation was over in the morning, Wang Shuang left.

Wang Zhi was finally empty.

I was thinking about the refresh at ten o'clock in the morning, because Wang Shuang was staring, and there was not a second of gap.

Super harsh.

It's good to have someone to teach.

But a person's freedom is also important......

You can't have it both ways.

It's hard to have both love and righteousness.

"Hero Space. Wang Zhi entered, and his eyes lit up.

Sure enough.

After the refresh, the three boulder suspension platforms that stood on the dragon became four.

It's not the fourth free hero who went to station B.

But......

"Yasuo. Wang Zhi looked at the ronin swordsman with broomtails and closed eyes, and his consciousness fell to the dimensional crack beside him.

Lv4: Wind Sword Domain.

Out of the Wind Force Beads.

One of the 56 kinds of Force beads in China.

Wang Zhi is very familiar.

Because, Wang Shuang's first fused silver force bead is the Wind Force Bead!

"Is it a coincidence?"

Wang Zhi thought slightly.

His eyes fell on the other three hanging platforms, and they were still the three old friends.

Lv3: Iron Battleground.

Lv5: Runescope.

Lv6: Frost.

Didn't change.

Is it because I'm not over the beginner stage yet?

Hehe.

Wang Zhi didn't want the map of the hero space to change so quickly, and he still had to refamiliarize himself with the new hero space, which was not conducive to monster farming.

Now whether it's him or Brother Mang, they need experience points!

"Plenty of time. Wang looked at the time.

Judging from yesterday's speed, it would take almost three hours to brush out the iron-blooded battlefield of lv3.

Bronze Lv3, no Iron Shield Battle.

"Challenge success reward!" Wang Zhi had been waiting for a long time.

Challenge failure again and again, evaluation F.

Can you bear it?

"Walk you!"

The heavily armed Wang Zhi once again entered the iron-blooded battlefield.

Holding the sword of Shang Fang, wearing golden armor, stepping on Hot Wheels, and holding a legendary-level dimensional pet brother!

Snakeskin moves!

Coquettish swordsmanship!

Jingle bells!

Killed in the dark.

"Brave lv2. ”

"XP 220/200?"

Wang Zhifang is gone.

Fog grass!

Is there a pet level cap?

It's also not pleasant to brush the level!

Is it okay to overflow XP?

Are you sure this isn't a fantasy eastward trip?

Brush all the way to the barracks.

Brother Mang's experience has accumulated to 360/200.

If you don't let it rise, you won't let it rise, at least the experience points are not wasted, and I deliberately made up for Brother Mang's knife before, and after finding that I didn't rise, Wang Zhi brushed his soul by himself.

Bronze level three, only a B of the iron-blooded soldier dish that will return blood.

Especially the iron-blooded battlefield that brushed LV4 yesterday, and then went back to brush LV3, the difficulty was several times worse.

"Whew-"

On the lookout, the familiar sound of a horn sounded.

Vision, still the same 10.0.

Wang Zhi held the silver sword in his hand, ready for battle.

The Last Battle!

Come on.

Twenty iron-blooded soldiers.

Brother Mang, let's rush together!!

？？？

Wait a minute!

There is something wrong with the numbers.

"10, 20, 30......" Wang Zhi's eyes widened.

I saw four phalanx of iron-blooded soldiers slaughtering out, shouting "Justice, be with me!".

The loud and neat shouts instantly crushed his newly condensed battle intent.

Completely gone!

40 pcs!

How to fight!

Wasn't there only 20 in the barracks yesterday!

For Mao does not play cards according to the routine!

Wang Zhi ran away again.

Brother Mang: ???

"Into the barracks. Wang Zhi did not leave the barracks, but ran along the wooden barracks.

I tried it yesterday, but it was useless to break the monsters.

Predators are not fooled.

They are well trained.

Either pursue together, or go back to the barracks together.

The Force gathers.

"Huh!" Wang Zhi quickly applied the death sentence.

The death scythe hooked the high platform on the edge of the barracks, and the Force Technique activated, and Wang Zhi jumped up in an instant, turning into the barracks from the periphery.

Of the iron-blooded soldiers of the four phalanxes, one phalanx still has time to chase it out.

"Whoosh!" the king straightened his sword and stepped forward.

This.

It's really a dozen ten!

One against three and one against ten are completely different things.

For Wang Zhi, this is an unprecedented challenge, even if the Primordial Ability's four-dimensional is far higher than that of the iron-blooded soldiers, it is also a chaotic battle, and it is difficult to care about the end of the end, and he has experienced the fucking feeling of being invincible with two fists and four hands.

"No, I can't. Wang Zhi fought and retreated, and killed an iron-blooded soldier by the way.

Outside, the phalanx of iron-blooded soldiers had returned, and they were squeezing in.

Even if he kills these ten regardless of his injuries......

Can't win.

"Corner!" Wang Zhi quickly retreated.

A boxy barracks with corners.

Unlike the endless battlefield outside, standing in a corner, with the size of an iron-blooded soldier, he only needs to face two at most at the same time!

Although it can't play to the advantage of agility.

But his strength of 16 points is almost twice that of the Iron Soldier!

Quickly pick up a big sword!

Wang Zhi couldn't do such a difficult operation as holding both hands.

But with the iron-blooded soldier's sword in his left hand, he can still do it with his right hand.

1vs40。

Extremely tough!

To the back, it's pure will and perseverance.

Hands without sense, persecution without retreat, blood loss again and again, madness of pain.

Wang Zhi gritted his teeth and fought with the strongest fighting spirit.

This battle, for him.

The spiritual harvest is far more abundant than the reward.

"Boom!"

Use the sword-of-the-sword of the Iron-Blooded Soldier to defeat the last Iron-Blooded Soldier.

Wang Zhi was covered in blood, his eyes were bloody, and he didn't know how many injuries he had on his body, and he was in tatters.

Swordsmanship?

In the end, it was already instinctively swinging the sword.

The real fight is extremely cruel.

"Huh. Wang Zhi smiled weakly, and the big sword in his hand slammed into the ground, trembling uncontrollably.

When the battle was over, the tense nerves relaxed, and at this time, endless pain poured out of his brain, and the pain made Wang Zhi grin and look hideous.

Pain and pain!!

Wow~~

His consciousness was hazy, and Wang Zhi had already left the iron-blooded battlefield.

The pain on his body disappeared in an instant, and his heavy body became incomparably lighter and refreshed, like eating fairy beans.

This!?

Wang Zhi looked at his hands in surprise.

It's over?