In the grass, Long Ming watched in disbelief at what was happening in front of him, his wide eyes reflecting the figure of Wei Ye eating fried chicken nuggets, and behind the red-haired man, there were at least thirty white take-out lunch boxes. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"These ...... All of them? Her voice trembled as she spoke.

Luo Xuan had an apologetic expression: "Wei Ye said that it was rare for you to have a treat, so I bought more." As he spoke, he handed a slightly shriveled shell bag to Long Ming.

"This is called buying more?! My family doesn't give me much pocket money at all! The prize money for the last championship was also confiscated by the old man! ”

"Didn't you say that as a pre-war mobilization, you casually invited us to eat!" Fried Chicken Nugget Maniac Demon Wei Ye did not forget to die in his busy schedule, and looked up and replied.

Luo Xuan struggled with all his strength to hold Long Ming, who was holding a sword, and made her give up the move of hitting her teammates in the head.

"You take a look at this first." Luo Xuan let go of Long Ming and pinched off a blade of grass beside him, the green light flashed at the fracture, and it immediately grew back, "I let Wei Ye try it, it's useless to burn it with fire, the type and strength of this butterfly transformation ability, I can't think of anyone else except for this Shiyang." ”

"So what?" Long Ming slightly recalled the name of Jin Shiyang, and only remembered that it was last year's defeated men.

Luo Xuan turned the delicate snowflake silver ring on the little finger of his left hand and said, "Jin Shiyang is also a bit of a brain, and he won't do meaningless things. You take me to a higher place, and I'll see the whole room. ”

Long Ming snorted, and the white mist around her turned thick like a cloud, supporting her and Luo Xuan to slowly rise to the air three or five meters above the ground, and the arena covered by long grass was basically unobstructed.

Eleven Beijia swordsmen, who were followed by fireflies like green points of light, quickly glided through the grass, they spread out a flexible scattered formation, deliberately avoiding the other five strong players, and specifically attacked the weaker teams.

The number of surviving players is declining at an alarming rate!

"Picking on the weak team and quickly reducing the number of surviving players like a lawn mowing game to end the game, so that Beijia can gain an unprecedented points advantage. To create an advantageous venue of such a scale, even if Shi Yang is a high-level butterfly warrior, he can only overdraw the power of butterfly transformation......"

The dashing Luo Xuan let out a chuckle in the clouds: "I gave up the main competition just to create a farce, and the screams of the incompetent people doing their best are really miserable." There's nothing to see anymore, Long Ming, let's go down, just wait for it to be over. ”

The clouds dissipated, and the condescending ones, bored by the farce, left the air.

And those who stand on the ground with hope, the swordsmen who want to show their ambitions for the first time in the national competition, are still struggling under the elusive offensive of the green ghostly Beijia swordsman.

…… And then unwillingly defeated.

Two swordsmen from Beijia happened to meet on a low-lying ground after a round of clearance.

"Is this really good......" The thin, unfigured swordsman behind the white-gold mask hung his head, he had planned to use the display mode of the sensor protector in the first battle to let his relatives, friends, and all the spectators see his fighting posture, but now he hid his face behind the opaque visor inward.

"Is it still useful to say this, the main general has done that step, not only has he given up the last year of the individual competition, but his embarrassed appearance will be exposed to ......"

Before the other swordsman could finish speaking, he passed away with his companion and disappeared into the grass.

"Yes, the Lord has done that, what is it if I sacrifice a little." The skinny Beijia swordsman whispered in a persuasive voice, and also followed his companion and disappeared into the grass that the man who was still **** had tried his best to create.

……

Qin Xin gave Gao Ling a brain meltdown with a cold face: "Who let you come to such a dangerous place without wearing protective gear!" ”

Gao Ling covered his forehead: "You didn't wear it either!" I didn't wear oranges either! ”

Qin Xin, who was only wearing a black sportssuit, looked at Du Tang, who was only wearing a helmet next to him, and found that he was indeed not qualified to criticize Gao Ling for not wearing protective gear.

"Dare to talk back! Do you want to let the world brother know, be polite! Qin Xin, who had unfavorable words, decisively used violence again, and bounced on Gao Ling's forehead that was not covered.

Du Cheng smiled and waved his hand: "It's okay, Xiao Ling has called me that since I was a child." ”

I have known Gao Ling since I was a child, so why I don't have any impression at all. Qin Xin glanced at the world brother who looked eight or nine points similar to Du Chuan, the waste firewood dormitory manager of White Rabbit Village, before Qin Xin wanted to ask Du Cheng if he knew a person named Du Chuan, but he gently but resolutely avoided this question, and now it is not easy to get to the bottom of it.

Qin Xin looked around and turned the topic to business: "These grasses suddenly grow, the vision is completely blocked, and now the situation on the field is not clear, it's a bit troublesome." ”

Gao Ling got up from the ground with a hum, took off the orange helmet from Du Tang's head, took out his mobile phone and disassembled it inside the helmet, and connected his mobile phone with the helmet of the sensor protective gear.

After a few manipulations by her slender fingers, Du Tang's helmet already has the function of watching glasses, and the three-dimensional real-time map of the entire arena is displayed behind the mask, and the angle and distance can be switched at will.

The swift attack of the swordsmen of Beijia like a sea of grass was clearly presented in front of the three of them on the screen.

Qin Xin stared at the picture thoughtfully, and after a while, Jin Shiyang's intentions were also detected by him, which was nothing to him who had actually removed the identity of the owner of the Winter Famous Forest, but An Jing's words...... Now the speed of Beijia's swordsmen has soared significantly in the increased state, and they deliberately avoid the confrontation with Haoqiang, and other Haoqiang in the ordinary state may not be able to stop it even if they want to, but if the means of preparing for the team competition are exposed for the first battle, it will outweigh the losses.

An Jing's kid must be very distressed now.

Qin Xin looked away from the picture and said to Du Tang: "Brother Shi, I owe someone a favor, and I have a reluctant request......

Gao Ling, who was still paying attention to the picture in the helmet, suddenly sighed, and a Beijia swordsman who was speeding through the grass suddenly disappeared from the picture strangely, as if all traces had been erased by an eraser.

In the midst of nothingness, the swordsman with the words "Beijia, Shen Xingye" embroidered on his waist bag moved cautiously, unable to describe the scene before him, because he could not see anything in front of him.

That's not darkness, it's not transparent.

But there is nothing that can be seen at all, even his own protective gear, body, and bamboo sword can't be seen, there is no difference between closing and opening his eyes, if it weren't for the hearing that made him hear the crackling burning sound, the sense of touch made him feel the heat in front of him on the ground under his feet, and the sense of smell made him smell the smell of pineapple and meat mixed with it, Shen Xingye almost began to doubt the existence of himself.

What is this butterfly ability...... Although I can't see it, I can feel the thing that is three steps in front of me, should I make a move?

Just as he hesitated, a color appeared in front of him that could be seen.

In the inexplicable nothingness, a stone stove and a man behind the stove appeared.

The color of this protective gear is trash fish black?

A fire was lit in the pit made of stones, and the blades of grass with green light were burning and growing, and the protective helmet was placed on the stove surrounded by stones, and something seemed to be boiling in it, and there was a constant sound of clattering and the smell of pineapple.

The eccentric man who stirred the bamboo sword in his helmet as a cooking utensil, had pierced ears, but only a quaint stud earring with swallow patterns was nailed, his hair was fixed in the shape of a bird's wing, and a dark green tattoo sticking out of his neck could be faintly seen.

"Young man, do you know art?" The strange man raised his head and asked in a deep tone.