When Wen Ming looked at the man, the guy also looked at Wen Ming, and then showed a sinister smile at Wen Ming and pointed at Wen Ming with a mace.

Wen Ming smiled contemptuously, stretched out his index finger and shook it in front of his mouth, then turned his palm into a knife and slashed it on his neck.

The mace man, simply as the mace, was furious, grabbed the mace and smashed it into the bubbles, and at the same time opened his mouth, as if he was about to roar.

Wen Ming was not frightened at all, but looked at the stick with an expectant face.

After the mouth of the stick opened, the mace was only halfway waved, and his face suddenly turned pale, his eyes widened, and then he quickly closed his mouth.

Wen Ming knew what was going on, that guy had forgotten that this bubble was called an "invincible bubble", and he couldn't even make a sound, how could he please him by roaring in such a closed and narrow space.

That's not all, what Wen Ming really expects is something else.

I saw that after the stick closed its mouth tightly, his face turned white again, but at this time, he was not shocked by his own voice, but saw that the mace had almost touched the bubble.

He wanted to stop the smashing motion, but there was no time.

Wen Ming only saw the mace of the stick smash on the bubble with great momentum, and then the invincible bubble turned out to be ...... It was just smashed and scattered.

However, Wen Ming didn't show a look of shock, just a little regret, because it wasn't that the stick really had the ability to smash the bubbles away, but that he had fallen to the ground, and the bubbles had just disappeared.

To his slight comfort, although the bubble was gone, the mace actually hit it before it was gone.

At that moment, I saw the mace rebound fiercely, and it roared past the ears of the stick that reacted quickly, and then broke free from the hand of the stick, flew out more than ten meters away, and smashed a big hole into the ground after landing.

As mentioned earlier, the elasticity of the bubble is very sufficient, not only to the touch, but also to bounce in it, and to smash it like a stick to fully feel its elasticity.

It's just that the cost of experimentation is not low.

If the bubbles hadn't disappeared, the stick would have been good enough, but the mace, which looked absolutely heavy, would jump more than ten meters away, and it could be seen that the stick was still very powerful.

"Hahaha......" Wen Ming didn't take the opportunity to kill him, but pointed to the stick and bent down with a smile, is this guy here to perform comedy?

The stick hurriedly turned around to pick up the mace, and he couldn't see his face, but it didn't matter, Wen Ming soon saw his face: it seemed that he had squeezed all the blood from his body onto his face, and it was red.

"Ahh

The combat attribute of the stick is the fire attribute, but it is quite compatible with his image and performance, and the fire on the feet rises when he runs, and the nails on the mace are blazing, which looks like people shudder.

Wen Ming will not doubt the power of the mace, it will definitely be finished if it is really smashed, and the body protection gas shield can only play a less obvious blocking role.

But only if you can smash it.

Wen Ming laughed happily a few times, and only when the stick ran nearly 100 meters or so did he straighten up, and with a smile on his face, he soared into the sky with a smile, and then flew straight to a height of 5 or 60 meters, and did not fall.

When the stick saw Wen Ming jump up, his feet stagnated slightly, and then as Wen Ming flew higher, the slower he ran, and when Wen Ming stayed in the air, he had already twisted his body and ran back, and the speed seemed to be one or two points faster than when he came.

Wen Ming shook his head amusedly, not too surprised.

If a person who can't use a long-range qi weapon such as a mace can't fly, he will almost be killed if he encounters someone who can fly and attack from a distance, and a few who run extremely fast can still escape, and under normal circumstances, they can't escape.

However, heavy weapons are indeed very powerful, and it is basically difficult to resist a smash in the same level, and if they can fight in close combat, they often make the opponent unable to let go of their hands and feet.

In addition, the use of heavy weapons is also advantageous for promotion trials, and the middle and high-level lord-level demon beasts are large in size and have strong vitality, and the use of heavy weapons can cause relatively greater damage.

Wen Ming naturally wouldn't let go of the points in his hand, and with a "whew!", he reached the slightly back position above the body of the stick in the blink of an eye.

He was about to bombard the stick with his sword qi when the stick below had already spoken:

"Brother is good, now I can get 1 point by killing me, for my brother 1 click kill point must not be too careful, for my brother it is less than 1 point of raw points, but it is very important, brother can buy you cents?" he shouted while his feet never stopped.

Wen Ming asked with interest, "What price do you want to pay for points?"

He really hasn't encountered anyone who buys points with money, but he just asks casually, theoretically the points of the advanced group, one point is worth at least 20 spars (base 1000, 1000 world points + 1000 credits), but in fact, it is obviously much higher, and the maximum probability of the total points multiple is 30 times, and because of the purchase restrictions, the world points and credits are not directly measured by the spars.

This is not only that, if in the end, because of 1 point, it will make the ranking a grade worse, that is, the multiple of points will be a grade worse, if there are more points, the loss will be great;

Wen Ming will calculate the points at a high value from his own point of view, maybe the stick will come out of a few thousand crystals before he can agree to the stick's request, but from the standpoint of the stick, it is obvious that the points will be calculated at the lowest value, even if he is in a passive position, at most it will be several times the sky, and buy points at Wen Ming's psychological price, he will lose so much that he will sell his underwear at this time in the hegemony conference.

Sure enough, I heard the stick tentatively say: "Twice the price, how about 40 spars?"

Wen Ming smiled, no longer answered, and simply "snorted" and shot down waves of sword qi.

"Three times three times!" Wen Ming was not too serious, the stick could barely dodge in embarrassment, and he was still trying to bargain with Wen Ming, but what responded to him was an increasingly ferocious sword aura.

"100 spars!" the stick's rough voice became a little sharper, and his body jumped like a grasshopper.

Before Wen Ming could answer, he couldn't dodge for a while, was a little injured, and let out a wail: "Admit defeat!" (to be continued.) )