"Shhhh

The bronze snake that blocked more than a dozen 'air-conditioning cannons' one after another, swinging its tail that had become stiff due to the drop in body temperature, looked at Jiang Yifan with resentful eyes.

(▼Dish▼#): Lao Tzu is already too hard...

"Hold on a little longer, that civet slave will almost run out of magic power to release skills!"

Jiang Yifan half-raised his fist and encouraged.

Bai Yin, who thought he would have some exquisite tactics, couldn't help but feel a little funny when he heard this.

Because if Jiang Yifan planned to use the protracted battle to let the red copper snake carry it until the demonic power of the civet slave was exhausted, it would be too much to take it for granted.

Although the snow civet slave had previously used the extremely expensive range skill of 'Snow Boundless', after entering the cave, he consumed the 'baton' that Zhuang Kan had left in advance to replenish some of the demonic power.

And after the free man on Hongguang's side was replaced, he ushered in a fifteen-minute break, and his demonic power also recovered slightly.

In addition, there is almost no consumption to deal with Jin Yuanbao, and the 'air conditioner cannon' is also more energy-efficient, so the remaining demon power of the snow beaver slave at this time is not so stretched, enough to use the red copper snake to take the lead in holding the low temperature, and then complete the counter-kill.

As for Han Feng, who has not seen any movement since Jiang Yifan came on the field, according to Bai Yin's speculation, it should be planned to leave the remaining 'Wind Trap' on the field to assist the last 'main general' to fight...

"I have to admit that the strength of this red copper snake is really beyond my expectations."

Seeing that the battle situation was gradually becoming clearer, Bai Yin smiled calmly and chatted, "If you choose to join a strong school and receive more professional training, you can compete for the right to play in the national competition as a regular player." ”

"I don't need you to worry about it, even in Lingfeng, I can fight for the right to play."

Jiang Yifan rolled his eyes angrily, "And why don't you join the strong school yourself?" ”

"Because I know where my limit is, although I can become a regular member of the strong school, but I will only be a marginal figure who can be replaced at any time, it is impossible to arrange tactics with me as the core like in Hongguang, and even I will personally command the team."

Bai Yin persuaded, "If the confidence you have to fight for the right to appear is that tyrant, I advise you to give up." He is strong, but being in the team is a cancer. Maybe it's not obvious yet, but when it gets longer and bigger after the incubation period, it's too late for you to regret it. ”

Han Feng's future is immeasurable, and Bai Yin has never doubted this.

But he always firmly believes that Han Feng will never be a qualified teammate.

Because a perfect and tacit team can either learn from each other's strengths and weaknesses, or each other's level is equal.

However, for geniuses, there is no such thing as a short board.

As for parity?

Oh, with the speed of progress of geniuses, even if ordinary people try their best to chase it, they will only be pulled farther and farther away in the end, and it will never be able to compare with it.

Those who can catch up with geniuses will only be other geniuses with the same talent.

But...

Since he was born a genius, how can he accept the weak behavior of joining the group for warmth?

Cattle and sheep will form herds, and beasts will always walk alone.

Genius is destined to be alone.

"I've heard you call Han Storm King a tyrant before, but now it seems, why do I feel more like a tyrant?"

Jiang Yifan glanced him up and down with strange eyes, "Although that guy's personality is a bit bad, he never said that he wanted to arrange tactics with himself as the core, let alone command the team. ”

"You don't understand."

Bai Yin shook his head.

"No, no one knows Han Feng better than me."

Jiang Yifan chuckled back to understand Wang's gesture, then pressed the headset and said, "Call the main station, call the main station, I need wind support, repeat, I need wind support." ”

"You don't have to be so stupid when you talk."

Han Feng's cold voice came from the headset, and he paused before continuing to add: "Wait, right away." ”

After receiving a reply, Jiang Yifan quickly turned his head and shouted at the bronze snake: "Open up!" ”

'Woo-''Woo-'Woo-'

When the bronze snake, which had been holding back for a long time, heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up, and his mouth continued to fire golden needles like a machine gun.

(; 'O ́)o: Lao Tzu shoots directly!

'Whew-''Whew-''Whew-''

In the process of galloping through the golden needles in the sky, the cold kite on the side viewing platform flapped its wings, triggering several whirlwind marks, controlling the gusting wind to blow towards those golden needles in different directions.

The ensuing scene was just like the previous National Day period, when the two practiced joint attacks in the training hall.

Under the influence of the wind, the golden needle shook violently for a while, and then 'derailed' in different directions in a disorderly manner.

But...

Unlike the practice during the National Day, the direction of the wind has changed.

Instead of trying to push the golden needle forward from behind, several gusts of wind wrapped the golden needle and intertwined in a vortex, enveloping Bai Yin and the snow beaver slave in it.

'Whew! ''Huh! ''Huh! ’

Under the influence of the wind, the direction of the flying shot became completely irregular, and the golden needle caught Bai Yin and the snow beaver slave off guard, and several wounds were cut on their bodies one after another.

It's a pity that the power of the golden needle is also affected by the wind, so the damage is not high, and it can only make this person break the skin and bleed, far from the extent that the referee can activate the protective means and eliminate the game.

"Meow!"

Under the chaotic attack, the snow beaver slave flicked his furry tail and quickly condensed a frost shield, blocking in front of Bai Yin, who was squatting with his head covered with his hands.

[Ice Skills, Ice Shield!] 】

A shield alone is naturally not enough to protect against this random attack of nearly 360 degrees without dead ends.

Therefore, the snow civet slave made several shields in the same way, resisting them from multiple directions until the energy of the 'Wind Trap' was exhausted.

"Mobilize so many 'Wind Traps', but only this level of attack?"

Bai Yin, who only stood up again after the wind dissipated, couldn't help but sneer, "It's a shame that that tyrant can tolerate practicing this kind of joint attack with you. ”

"It's true that the strength of the attack is weak, but my real purpose is not to attack."

Jiang Yifan raised his arm and looked at the watch that didn't exist: "Well, the time should be almost up, five... Four..."

Bai Yin couldn't help frowning when he looked at his strange behavior.

But then the sudden colic pain in the stomach made the brows twist directly.

"Two... One! ”

Jiang Yifan, who had been observing the other party's expression, hurriedly ended the long word 'two' and shouted out the last number when he caught the moment his expression changed drastically.

It's so dangerous, it's almost not loaded... Jiang Yifan secretly rejoiced.

"Meow?"

Looking at Bai Yin, who suddenly covered his stomach with a painful expression, the snow beaver slave tilted his head suspiciously.

Just wanted to raise his claws to pull him, but his stomach also had a severe cramp, and he stumbled under his feet and almost fell to the ground.

This strange scene that suddenly appeared made it look at Bai Yin's eyes again, full of incredible shock.

(ヾノ꒪ཫ꒪): Meow a mi! Don't you want to dry the little fish and say it directly, can you use it to poison my cat food!?

"What did you do..."

Bai Yin forcibly raised his head to look at Jiang Yifan, and a layer of fine cold sweat had already broken out on his forehead.

"It's heavy lead, and I added heavy lead."

Jiang Yifan squatted down with a smile and grabbed a handful of white snow, and then pulled out a sporadic red metal powder: "Lead powder into the stomach, double the deliciousness!" ”

"Heavy lead..."

Bai Yin looked at the heavy lead powder in his hand in a daze, and suddenly reacted: "It was sprinkled when he was attacked by the 'air conditioner'?" ”

"Yes, I was attacked so many times before, not because I planned to fight a protracted battle with you, but because I planned to use the air flow and fog set off by the 'air conditioner cannon' as a cover, and quietly sprinkled heavy lead powder in the snow."

Jiang Yifan nodded and explained, "The golden needle attack in the back is only to create a wound, so that the heavy lead powder can come into contact with the blood. ”

After speaking, he also kindly persuaded him: "Hurry up and surrender and go to the infirmary to get some medicine, although the toxicity of heavy lead is not fatal, but even if you continue to hold on, there is no point in holding on, and your stomach hurts for a while." ”

Bai Yin gritted his teeth unwillingly and looked at the civet slave: "Can you still fight?" ”

The civet slave, who was still standing, immediately lay down on the ground and convulsed after making eye contact with his own demon envoy.

(>ω<): No, Ben Meow was poisoned to death...

"I mean, seriously, can you still fight?"

Although his face turned pale from pain, Bai Yin still didn't plan to give up, "If it's okay, we'll try to drag this game to a draw..."

He can't lose.

Because this is the only chance to 'beat Han Feng and defeat his team'.

Once he misses it, according to Han Feng's terrifying growth rate, he will not have a chance to defeat him again.

“... Meow? ”

The first time he heard the shoveler pleading to himself in this tone, the snow civet slave couldn't help but stop pretending to twitch and opened his eyes to look at Bai Yin.

"Please..."

Bai Yin, who bowed like a shrimp, said with trembling lips.

The civet stared at him earnestly for a long time before he rolled over impatiently, and meowed quietly with a curse in his mouth.

('^ ́): If you don't prepare a lot of dried fish for Ben Meow when you go back, you'll scratch your nest...

"It must be enough."

Looking at the snow beaver slave, who was usually lazy and lazy, was actually willing to endure the pain and continue to participate in the battle, the corners of Bai Yin's mouth couldn't help but pull a smile.

"Lao Bai, if you plan to continue fighting, let the snow beaver slave enter the sixth passage, I have something to prepare there."

At this time, Zhuang Kan's voice came from the headset.

Although before the game, he was presented with an expensive healing pill by his tablemate Chen Bohan, and then he was told to win the game.

However, the use of potions is cheating, even if it is only an exchange match, but if the coach knows about it, the most serious consequence may be to be expelled from the club.

Zhuang Kan doesn't like to lose, but he doesn't like to be punished.

So he asked Shibrow to hide the 'Healing Pill' in a cave in the ground, intending to see how the game would turn before making a follow-up decision.

If it goes well, you can kill two birds with one stone, not only win the game, but also take a healing pill for nothing.

If it doesn't go well, he'll think about it again...

However, seeing Bai Yin's appearance of enduring severe pain and insisting on the game, Zhuang Kan still decided to help him.

After all, when you come out to mix, you are talking about righteousness.

Since Bai Yin is desperate to win, this pot...

He carried it!