Half a cup of tea time had passed since Shang Jingxing and Mo Lin fell to the ground at the same time, and as most people expected, it was Mo Lin who stood up first. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Morin covered his throat with one hand, and from time to time his mouth let out a bellows-like "huh...... ...... sound, his eyes were fixed on Shang Jingxing, and the resentment and smugness in his eyes almost overflowed.

Compared with Mo Lin, Shang Jingxing's situation is so bad that it is unbelievable, he is obviously injured in his chest, but he is holding his head with both hands, and his body is convulsed in pain.

The reason for this situation is entirely because of the inexplicable transaction prompt that suddenly appeared in Shang Jingxing's mind.

'What the hell is this?!'

In his consciousness, the virtual trading boxes were closed by Shang Jingxing one by one, but as soon as a few were closed, more trading boxes would jump out.

'Cancel!Cancel!Cancel!'

Seeing Mo Lin holding the long sword, walking towards him step by step, Shang Jingxing couldn't do anything, at this time he was not only physically injured, but even mentally tortured by the so-called trading prompts.

"Huh...... Rubbish...... Eventually...... It's waste. ”

Walking closer, Morin wore a victor's smile and spoke with difficulty, since he had already won the victory, Morin didn't mind returning the humiliation he had suffered today to Shang Jingxing.

Mo Lin's feet were raised, and with all the strength of his body, he resentfully stepped on Shang Jingxing's head, and stepped on it hard!

'Damn it!'

Mo Lin's feet slowly enlarged in Shang Jingxing's eyes, and at this time, he couldn't do anything except confirm the inexplicable transaction prompt in his mind and move back a few inches with difficulty.

Touch!

"Poof!"

With a heavy step, Shang Jingxing spurted out a mouthful of blood, but the strange thing was that he was actually smiling, yes, it was a smile like a straw when a desperate person saw it.

Why Shang Jingxing laughed weirdly, others don't know, only he knows all this.

Because......

[Ding!The live broadcaster confirms the transaction, the transaction takes effect, and the live broadcaster gets a revolver and loses a forging pill]

'What the hell did I miss during that time I was in a coma......

The transaction prompt sound in Shang Jingxing's head disappeared, and the Forging Body Pill in his pocket also disappeared, replaced by a magnum revolver that claimed to be able to kill an elephant with one shot!

"Did You Know ......"

The words with a strong smile came from Shang Jingxing's mouth, and he reached into his pocket with his right hand, and at the same time raised his head slightly, looking at Mo Lin with a bright smile.

"What?!"

Looking at Shang Jingxing's smile, Mo Lin felt inexplicably flustered, he felt that he had made a fatal mistake, and now the only thing he could remedy was to kill Shang Jingxing immediately!

Lift your sword and stab it!

Touch!

A gunshot comparable to a bomb appeared, and with it appeared a sound like a watermelon exploding, and Mo Lin's head exploded entirely, splashing blood on Shang Jingxing's body.

At the same time, Shang Jingxing's next words also arrived.

"The villain died of too many words!"

After saying this, the fatigue of four consecutive battles swept over Shang Jingxing, and he fainted again.

'I hope I don't miss anything this time......

[Ding!In view of the fact that the live broadcaster is using this live broadcast software for the first time, the next step is the novice guide]

Yes, Shang Jingxing has missed something that is crucial for the crossing party again!

............

"Okay, good, good, you're a soldier! As the penultimate sect, you really have courage!"

This is an old man's voice, this is also the first sentence Shang Jingxing heard after waking up from a coma this time, although it is not a good word to hear, but at least it is much more cordial than the beginning of the knockout match he heard when he woke up last time.

"Hmph! We don't need your Lingyao Sect to say how much we rank in the Heart Gate. ”

It was the voice of the young man covered in patches. What are they arguing about?'

Shang Jingxing, who was in a daze, still didn't figure out the situation.

"The guy who was following me with his tail wagging a few years ago. ”

'Xiaoyun, you complain so sharply, does your family know?'

Hearing this, Shang Jingxing was almost awake, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the young man holding a bunch of things in front of him with Xiaoyun and Lin Hu, and opposite them was the elder of Lingyaomen, and the four of them were standing there and staring at each other angrily.

"What are you doing here?"

Shaking his head, which was still a little dizzy, Shang Jingxing stood up, and Xian Xiaoyun, who didn't know why, asked.

"It's nothing, with the reward of first place, you can go. The rules of cultivating troops and stopping fighting, in the tower realm, no one can break it!"

It was Yan Long, who was standing aside, who answered Shang Jingxing, and the second half of his sentence was obviously said to the Lingyao Sect elder.

"Hmph! I'll make you proud for a while!"

The Lingyaomen elder glanced at Shang Jingxing angrily, then flicked his sleeves and left angrily.

Seeing Shang Jingxing wake up, Lin Hu immediately turned around, looked at him for a while, knelt down on one knee, put his left hand on his left knee, lowered his head and put his forehead on his left hand, and said respectfully: "Master!"

Shang Jingxing was caught off guard for a while and wanted to help Lin Hu get up, but Lin Hu still stubbornly maintained this action, and in desperation, he could only respond, which was regarded as recognizing the title of master.

With Shang Jingxing's approval, Lin Hu stood up and walked behind him silently, waiting for him, and fulfilled his servant task very competently.

After this incident, the young man bowed to Yan Long, didn't say anything, and left directly with Xiaoyun and Shang Jingxing, and behind them was Lin Hu, who had become Shang Jingxing's servant.

On the way, Xiao Yun looked at Shang Jingxing who still looked confused, and helplessly explained: "Unless there are many people in the selection competition, only one person can be selected from a sect. ”

"In this tryout, there are just a few people. Therefore, because of you, Lingyaomen lost the reward of the first place this time, and no one received it. ”

After Xiaoyun said this, how could Shang Jingxing not understand, and pointed at himself speechlessly and said, "So, they originally planned to accept me as a servant?"

Xiaoyun nodded silently.

Shrugging his shoulders, Shang Jingxing accepted this fact, and then asked another question that he cared about, "Then, what is the cultivation of soldiers?"

"Let me answer you. ”

The young man who had been looking ahead took over the conversation and began to introduce Shang Jingxing to the most basic common sense in the tower world.

"Cultivating soldiers, as the name suggests, is a model used to get monks to solve some things. ”

"This so-called thing can be a joke, a trivial matter, or a contradiction involving sects and even races. ”

Speaking of the last point, there was a look of grief on the young man's face, and like him, there was Xiaoyun, but Shang Jingxing didn't notice this.

"There are generally three modes of military repair. ”

"1. Game-style, such as Keju, which is generally used for fun between friends and celebrations. ”

"2. Monk warfare, such as three-on-three battles, is generally used for unresolved personal grievances between monks. ”

"Three ......"

Speaking of this, the young man suddenly stopped, and the grief on his face became even more obvious.

"Three, the power war!"

Suddenly, it was Xiao Yun who was walking beside Shang Jingxing, and at this time, even Shang Jingxing, who had not figured out the situation, could hear the coldness and anger in Xiao Yun's words.

"That's a model used to settle grievances between sects or races, and all personnel are sent to participate, and you will die and I will die!"