In the small world, the ancient Junjie, who had just killed the priest, closed the lid of the jar containing more than a dozen coins, and he said casually, but the onlookers outside couldn't hear what he was saying, and even if they did, they might not be able to understand. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Ten births? I've got to get it!"

With a sneer on his face, the ancient Junjie flew quickly towards the high mountain in front of him.

With the departure of this ancient handsome, the camera that was observing him in the dark began to gradually zoom out, and an even more cruel picture appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

Smoke was rising from a high mountain, and fighting was taking place everywhere on the peak, and the defensive lines organized by different forces were fiercely sniping at the ancient heroes who rushed towards the mountain.

"This one is mine!"

An Ancient Junjie with a fiery red luster, running on the mountain peak like a burning man, pointed to a nascent defensive position thirty meters in front of him and said to another Ancient Junjie beside him.

"Okay, then I'll give it to you!"

A warrior with twin axes departed from the mage's side and charged toward another position, the ancient warrior swaying through the ground in flames, bouncing as he dodged countless arrows fired at him.

Feng Cai'er, who was looking at the screen outside the small world, also felt dizzy for a while, the speed of this ancient Junjie was too fast, and the red line in her eyes couldn't lock her at all.

At a distance of thirty meters, this ancient handsome man almost instantaneously left, only a string of fiery red figures remained in the air.

"Shield warrior on top of me!"

The leader of a small force said to the two shield-wielding warriors beside him.

"Yes!"

The two of them answered, but their equipment was too miserable, the shield was considered an excellent weapon, and the rest of the equipment was all garbage that the fighters couldn't look down on.

Because of this, they can only be stationed in this awkward position on the mountainside, before the yellow smoke and dust attacked, the stronger the forces occupied the higher the position, but now these people have also become cannon fodder for these powerful forces.

"It's useless, it's all my soul coin, hahaha!"

The fire man jumped up from the ground, his hands above his head, a blazing flame burning on his hands, and the originally pale faces of the members of these small forces under the bunker showed a hint of warmth because of the appearance of the flames, but their hearts were already cold.

The Burning Man grinned and threw the condensed fireball in his hand into their makeshift bunker, and a loud explosion was heard, and the earthen bunker was blown up all over the sky, leaving only seven charred corpses in the pit created by the blast.

This is the embodiment of the exercises in ancient times, simple and rough without any beauty at all, when you face this kind of exercises, you know his horror.

The flames on the burning man gradually extinguished, and the people outside the small world saw clearly that he was advancing at such a fast speed just now, and he was actually just a magician.

"This ......"

There was an uproar outside the small world, such a speed was obviously not in line with the physique of today's magicians, and it was far more convincing to say that he was a warrior stalker than to say that he was a mage.

The ancient magician, brushing his fiery red hair, sucked the seven newborn and eliminated soul coins on the ground into his hands.

A small world away, a somewhat rugged-looking warrior asked the mage beside him, "Hey, did you notice that when we were eliminated, we would also leave such a currency?"

The mage shook his head: "If it was eliminated back then, it was eliminated, and there will be no such currency left!"

As soon as these words came out, they immediately reminded the people in the stands that the current situation seemed to be developing in a direction that they had never experienced before.

In the small world, fierce battles are taking place on the mountainside of this huge mountain, and there is also a trace of commotion in the defensive camp of the major forces that are waiting for the upper part of the mountainside.

"Are we just watching?"

A soldier took off his steel helmet and looked at the captain behind him, the captain was obviously a little annoyed by this question, he angrily pointed at the soldier and said: "Help, you go and save, see who will save you when the time comes, you look at the Huangji Gang on the top of the mountain, they don't have any intention of making a move, what are you a little warrior fooling with?"

The young warrior clenched his fists, looked at the countless strongholds under the mountain peak, and said unwillingly, "But aren't we from one academy?"

"Smack"

The captain slapped the young soldier on the back of the neck with his hand, and he almost shouted out: "Although we are from one academy, are we one force? The human heart is sinister, how do you know if those forces behind you will retreat as soon as you rush out of the trenches!"

"But if we just look at it, will we be able to live?"

Tears fell from the soldier's eyes, and now the major forces are fighting separately is a problem that has always existed, but except for Lin Wanjun back then, it seems that it is difficult to have a leader who can lead everyone among the current students.

The captain was speechless, he has been able to escape the pursuit of these ancient heroes over the years, not to mention this year, these ancient heroes are crazy to hunt them like chicken blood.

"Fool, what's the use of you rushing out by yourself, what's the use of our team rushing out? The real decision is not in our hands, wake up!"

The captain shook the warrior in front of him, who couldn't stop crying, tears hitting the ground, not out of fear, but out of grievance.

"Hey, I've got thirty soul coins, what about you!"

A man in bronze armor flew up to the burning mage, and he was able to shake the jar full of coins around his waist.

"No more, no less, only forty-two!"

The mage grinned, and with his fiery red hair, he looked a little arrogant.

"Do you see so many of them watching from above?"

The warrior pointed to the large and small forces stationed in their respective areas above the mountainside, a disdainful smile on his lips.

"They don't dare!"

The mage grinned at the panicked men on the mountainside who were guarding their posts, with a disdainful smile on their faces.

"Hey, these people now, they really don't even have any backbone!"

The warrior put the battle axe on his shoulder armor, and the mage beside him grinned after hearing this: "This is not the same you who was pressed and rubbed in the dirt by the person surnamed Lin Wanjun back then!"

The warrior was speechless for a while, arguing: "How can there be any friction between the warriors in a game that does not rub, is that considered friction?