Yang Zitao found that the rivers and lakes are actually a very strange contradiction, obviously the martial arts in the south of the city are quite repulsive to the existence of the funeral night, but they can't control the enthusiasm for the production of the ghost night flower.

Most of them are usually outwardly disdainful of verbal criticism, but in private they want to make friends in order to seek what they want and benefits.

After all, a large part of the reason why they can stand on their own team today is related to the ghost night flower.

The task of rushing through the level was carried out in an orderly manner under the leadership of Yang Zitao, although some of the initial levels seemed to be difficult, but after all, they could not withstand the large number of people, and some of them did not even have time to shoot the obstacles in front of them because of the clearance.

In particular, the reinforcements recruited by Zhang Qianqian played a vital role in the whole battle, in addition to their individual strength, their teamwork ability showed a shocking cohesion in the battle.

So many times, the people who are set at the front to guard important positions are often on Zhang Qianqian's side.

Such a start came as a surprise to Yang Zitao, because before the game, everyone did not consider the intervention of the "diplomatic" factor.

Liu Chengwan's eyes were full of red after seeing the video sent by the spies and the report on the progress of the situation.

Although his progress and efficiency are still much higher than Yang Zitao's team, Zhang Qianqian's appearance still makes him feel bad. Why did he invite him in person regardless of his identity, but he could still be rejected by the other party?

This is not the same thing as the problem of casual players standing in line, and it can even be said that the forces of the Zhang family are more inclined to support Yang Zitao.

"Keep an eye on it, and let me know if there's anything going on. ”

After closing the private message, Liu Chengwan continued to move forward with the strong support of Yipinhui. It was soon blocked by a mountain of knives.

This is one of the most difficult levels in the entire mission competition, and a large area of the knife mountain stretches for more than 3,000 meters, and once you step into it, you will suffer continuous damage.

If the blood skin is thin and the supply of medicine is insufficient, even half of the distance will be reached, and they will die directly on the way.

However, Liu Chengwan is not worried about such a level, because before this, he has already opened enough conditions to completely drive most people to absorb damage in front of them, so as to preserve the strength of the other part of the people.

Because there are still terrifying levels like Ten Thousand Dragons' Nest after Dao Mountain, only by saving enough manpower advantages can the field be cleared in the subsequent breakthroughs.

Yang Zitao's team officially faced the sea of fire, one of the most difficult levels of the mission competition, after more than a dozen battles, large and small.

This is an existence equivalent to the Sword Mountain, and it also requires countless corpses and bones to pave the way.

Unlike Liu Chengwan, Yang Zitao did not promise to pay "diplomatic" personnel, so he could not drive "diplomatic" to be cannon fodder in front like Liu Chengwan.

"I have worked hard, and the future will be left to Providence!" Yang Zitao led the brothers of the LinkedIn Heroes Club to walk ahead.

Before they got close to the molten slurry, everyone felt a wave of heat rushing towards their faces, and they couldn't fully open their eyes.

To some extent, the difficulty of the sea of fire is even higher than that of the Knife Mountain, and the only good thing is that the area of the sea of fire is much smaller than that of the Knife Mountain, at best it is just a molten river.

"Do I want to go back?" Seeing the fiery molten slurry, Zhang Qianqian's eyes began to repulse.

"What do you think?" Funeral Night did not answer, but asked back casually.

Compared with Liu Chengwan, Yang Zitao's team strength is far from the same as Liu Chengwan's disadvantage in terms of numbers.

Because except for the internal members of the Hero Club and Zhang Qianqian's members, the others are basically scattered players, except for the slight gap in individual combat ability, and even the usual discipline problems have a big disparity, such a combination is actually difficult to unite when facing a real crisis.

So from the bottom of my heart, I hope that Zhang Qianqian and her team can stay to help Yang Zitao, otherwise it will be difficult for the Wanlong Nest to be cleared by these wandering players alone.

"Then I'm leaving!" Zhang Qianqian did things neatly and never procrastinated, and when she turned around, she was about to withdraw from the internal affairs of the Heroes Club with her team.

"Don't you want to see what's going to happen?" asked Funeral Night as soon as he turned around.

Zhang Qianqian turned her back to him and didn't turn around immediately, her brows and face were tense, obviously not very happy. "Bastard, did you keep it like this?"

Therefore, Zhang Qianqian used the funeral night to teach her the trick of "rejecting people thousands of miles away" to pay tribute, and then walked towards the road she came from again.

Yang Zitao was stunned, he didn't expect that Zhang Qianqian, who had the greatest hope, would be the first to choose to retreat.

But Yang Zitao can't say anything, because the "diplomacy" of the resources present today is all gratuitous, and helping is the essence of favor or not helping, so why should I explain it to you?

"Actually, I have a unique way to reduce the risk and cross the fire. The sound of the funeral night came from behind him.

Zhang Qianqian's footsteps, which were not very fast, also stopped when his voice remembered.

Then he turned around and walked quickly to the funeral night, pulled him down into the distance, and asked directly, "Do you really want me to help Yang Zitao?"

Funeral Night thought for two seconds and said, "I'm also an outsider who helps?"

Zhang Qianqian rolled his eyes: "Come less, you can't fool me." ”

Then Zhang Qianqian stretched out her hand and said, "Give me back my things!"

"The dignified Miss Zhang didn't expect that she was also a cautious person. Although she said this, she didn't insist on her actions, and returned the things she had deceived before.

"It's pretty much the same!" Zhang Qianqian looked at the lost and recovered items, and her eyes smiled like crescent moons. But it's not that these things are important to her, but because the famous demon of the martial arts in the south of the city is proud of being "suppressed" by her.

"Okay! For the sake of your honesty, I'll help Yang Zitao again. Zhang Qianqian continued: "Now you can talk about your plan, what is the unique way to reduce the risk and cross the sea of fire?"

"I also came up with it on a spur of the moment, but I can't guarantee that it will work. ”

The two briefly discussed.

Yang Zitao looked at his originally stiff face from a distance and suddenly smiled, although he knew that the funeral night had been hidden in his team, he was not sure who it was.

After Zhang Qianqian made such a fuss, he carefully observed the middle-aged man's back, demeanor, behavior, and other characteristics, isn't this the standard configuration of the funeral night?

Because Yang Zitao didn't know about the matter between Funeral Night and Zhang Qianqian, when he saw Funeral Night returning Zhang Qianqian's belongings, he instinctively thought that this was Funeral Night using his own personal bargaining chips to ask Zhang Qianqian for help.

"This battle for power must not be lost!" Yang Zitao once again stimulated his fighting spirit after feeling the "friendship" of the funeral night, that is, his eyes were much sharper before.

(End of chapter)