"No need. Master Tuan Sen shook his head.

"Why?"

The lord of the city, Milop, was depressed, this was a major matter related to the city of Scalle. Your dwarf master is so good, you didn't even think about it, you just refused.

And the three words "no need", it should be right if Akalu comes out of his mouth, don't you just say a "I don't make it"?

The strange answer of the master group Tuan Sen also made the president Torth stare at him.

"I didn't say that, but I just told you what Akalu had said. ”

Master Tuan Mori's answer had already made the two of them curious.

"Why did you say that Akalu didn't want you to forge her archery skills? "City Lord Milop.

"Yes. "Tuan Tuan Sen, who was standing at the top of the city wall, turned his body and looked in the direction of the hotel," she said, saying that the dwarf forging Wang Feng's weapon could not stop. She also said that she still has tens of thousands of arrows in her hands, so we don't have to worry about the problems with the arrows at all. ”

The two of them understood, and after talking for so long, it turned out that it was all for Wang Feng. I heard that she is Wang Feng's subordinate, it seems that this statement is very likely to be true, of course, it is also possible that their relationship is far from so simple, after all, this female elf is very beautiful.

Compared to the depression of Scalle City, the number of people shouting for Akalu is further increasing. In the world of the undead, the undead on the side of the crow Semocha are naturally not doing well.

The ravens who know Semoka know that the current Lord Semoka is eager to pick the tendons of that elf, eat her flesh, and drink her blood.

Every time an arrow flies out of the city of Sculler, their undead clan will die an undead.

"The penetration power of this arrow is not very strong, and every time you shoot the undead, you rely on the fighting spirit of the shot to kill them. A silver-level undead raven suddenly spoke, and then proposed, "Lord Semoca, I think we should let the black iron-level undead be at the forefront. ”

Semoka's eyes lit up, he hadn't thought of this. In the past three days, the damn elf has never shot an arrow with one stone.

It seems that these days have been confused.

In the past three days, most of the people shot and killed by Akalu were silver and bronze levels. However, Akalu is not particularly clear about this, because the level of some undead is not very obvious from the outside.

Like the skeleton race, the level is very recognizable, the larger the skeleton, the higher the corresponding level.

"Pass on my order, all the undead races will put the black iron level undead in their own clan at the forefront, and the undead above the bronze level will all retreat to places they can't see. If you don't have enough of the Black Iron level undead in this operation, you can go back and get some. ”

Raven Semoka smiled.

When the elves began to shoot their undead with bows and arrows, there was a serious problem in front of Semokha the Raven.

Do you let the undead retreat a few hundred meters into a place they can't see, or do you stay put?

If they retreat a few hundred meters, the undead will not be lost, but at the same time, their sense of depression for the residents of Sculle City will be completely lost. You see, we can drive back the undead with just one elf of Akalu. The birth of this idea would make all the previous efforts of Semocha the Raven in vain.

If you stay put, the number of undead deathfish will increase further over time. When the time comes, the various races of the undead will naturally be dissatisfied, and when they have the intention of retreating, this operation can be regarded as nullified.

Now the problem is solved.

This situation will only occur if the silver-level undead have died too much and injured their muscles and bones, and if the dead are some unintelligent cannon fodder black iron-level undead, then things will be different.

Cannon fodder is something that the undead world can have the most.

Putting the black iron-level undead at the forefront, this kind of thing is not done in one performance. If the change is too obvious, the people of Xingmo Skahler City will definitely find out, and in this way, although the suppressed emotions in their hearts cannot be said to be completely reduced, they can be reduced a lot.

The number of undead that the inhabitants of Scalle City can see is only one-tenth of the number of undead brought by Semoka the Raven, so it is still easy to change the undead.

Time passed like this, and every day, Akalu would come on time to shoot the undead. They didn't know that the undead who appeared in their field of vision had changed from the original silver level accounting for the majority, and the bronze level and black iron level accounted for a small part of their identities, to the black iron level of the undead accounting for the vast majority, the bronze level of the undead accounted for a small part, and as for the silver level, there was none.

The only thing that hasn't changed is that Semocha the Raven is still in the same place.

Three months later.

In Wang Feng's room in the hotel, five or six hundred flying swords floated in the air. Now, there are already seven hundred and thirty-two Xuantie swords in Wang Feng's hands, and in more than a month, his nine hundred and ninety-nine Xuantie swords will be officially in his hands.

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[Number of Taoist Temples]: 2 8

Small: 2 to 6 seats

Medium: 2 seats

Large: 0 seats

[Number of believers]: 8 6 6 5 0

Ordinary believers: 8 0 8 0 0

Faithful believers: 5 8 3 5

Zealotics: 1 5

[Power of Faith]: 1 6 8 5

[Trait (1)]: Every believer above the level of loyalty is a good missionary......

[Trait (2)]: Every fanatic has the power to build a Taoist temple.

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In the past few months, the number of fanatical believers has already broken ten figures, and the number of medium-sized Taoist temples has also become two, and the number of small Taoist temples has naturally increased.

Now every day, the power of faith that Wang Feng can collect is as high as eighty-five points, and every day he will save ten to twenty points.

He alone consumes nearly fifty points of faith power every day, a large amount of faith power, making his cultivation a thousand miles a day.

Without the help of mission experience, he had already reached the level of the first silver fifth rank. There is also his small Thousand Sword Array, with seven hundred and thirty-two Xuantie swords on his body, he can already control six hundred and eighteen Xuantie swords. His Immeasurable Sutra had already cultivated to the peak of the first layer, and if he continued to cultivate like this, in another month, the Immeasurable Sutra would smoothly enter the second layer.

When the Infinite Sutra reached the first layer, the change instrument brought to him was that the storage of spiritual power in his body suddenly increased by three times, and from the first layer to the peak of the first layer, the spiritual power in his body was further condensed.

These spiritual powers, which had improved in quantity and quality, had laid a strong foundation for him to cultivate the Little Thousand Sword Formation. The sword array is the most consuming thing about one's own spiritual power.