Chapter 9
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"Hello, my name is flying snail. Can I help you?"
Zhao Shi lightly looked at the eyes, sincerely looking at his young man in hemp clothes, as if to think of something.
Games with 60% authenticity such as xianshenji have forced many lawless players into PRG party players.
All of them speak more than the aborigines, and know more about the local knowledge than the ordinary aborigines. At the extreme, they are also more indigenous than the aborigines in their life. No one can pick out any non indigenous problems from them.
As long as you want to get better development in the game, you have to integrate into the aborigines and become an aborigine.
But not everyone likes to play games disguised as aborigines. Even if wealth and power can't make them surrender, they still use their own habits and methods to play games.
In this group of people who don't have game planning in their eyes, there are actually a few people who can get ahead and become high-level friars.
Such people are called fundamentalist PRG players by players, who believe in entertainment first and are independent.
Zhao Wu saw a ragged poor man dare to stand in front of his carriage. He drew a whip directly and said angrily, "where is the poor boy who dares to block the carriage of Zhao family?"
Although Zhao Wu is not a martial arts practitioner, his whole body data is also about 1.1 strong man. When a whip goes down, he immediately draws out the sound of breaking the air in the air. Let alone a thin slum boy, he can make a red mark even if he is a cow.
Zhao Ling Er exclaimed, "Zhao Wu, don't!"
This whip will kill at least half of the youth in this slum.
"Don't move your hands."
A surprising thing happened, as if had been expected, the young man in ragged hemp clothes jumped to the side gently and easily avoided Zhao Wu's whip.
Zhao Wu's face turned red. Yesterday, he was stunned by a master at the early stage of physical training. He was not as powerful as others.
Today, even a thin and weak slum boy can't help but be fooled by him at will.
The young master is still watching. If the young master thinks that his Zhao Wu is just a piece of white rice, he still has the face to work in the Zhao family.
"Dare you resist?"
Zhao Wu's face flashed fiercely. Without waiting for Zhao ling'er to speak again, the whip whipped at the young man in hemp like a storm.
Zhao Wupa flapped his whip wildly, but he could not even touch a corner of the young man in hemp clothes. Under the whip shadow of the fierce wind and rain, he swayed around like a stroll in the court. Zhao Wu was so sad that he wanted to vomit blood, but there was no way.
Zhao Wu is out of breath. His continuous whip has seriously affected his physical strength. Now he has no strength to stand up straight.
"Come on, come again!" said the young man in linen with a smile
Zhao wumianqiang got up again to swing his whip, but he dodged it easily. Then he said to Zhao Shi, "young master, your servant is too weak. Do you want to think about us?
Although we can't be your subordinates, we can still do things for you. Anything, as long as there is a reward. "
Zhao Shi said lightly: "Oh? Reward? "
Seeing this spirit, the flying snail is shocked. He has been playing tricks here for so long just to find a task.
"I work for you, and you can give you rewards, money and goods. It's better to be a martial arts secret script."
Zhao Shi sneered: "martial arts secret script is not handed down in the hands of all the aristocratic families in the city. What task do you want to exchange?"
"There will always be such a mission," said the flying snail
"Zhao Wu, come back, you are not his opponent, don't be disgraced."
Zhao Shi said softly.
Zhao Wu came back with a red face and lowered his head. He did not dare to look at Zhao Shi and Zhao ling'er.
"As long as you can take my sword, I believe you have the strength to obtain martial arts secret script. Would you like to Zhao Shi said lightly.
"No problem." The flying snail said confidently. In his eyes, Zhao Shi's data is like this.
Name: Zhao Shi (the eldest son of Zhao family in Beiqiu city)
realm: body refining first environment skin refining environment
strength: 1.3
physique: 1.2
divine sense: 1.2
Mana: 0
skill: none
passive: none
any player can set his own attribute panel externally for other players to see. Zhao Shi does this.
In the eyes of the flying snail, although the young man in front of him is a martial artist in the first stage of body refining and skin refining, he is not easily captured with his master Duan's strength.
"You go first." Zhao Shi pretended to be arrogant. He seemed to disdain to fight with the slum youth in front of him.
In fact, he is proud of himself.The snail who can fly is speechless. He is just a childe in a small town. He pretends to be big in front of himself, a former monk of golden elixir. He doesn't know what to say.
But forget it. After all, they are elite monsters. They are a higher level than themselves. Give them some face.
The flying snail shook his head and said nothing more. He took out a black iron spike which came from nowhere. His body flashed down to Zhao Shi's temple.
He was a little distressed. Did he subdue him with one move, or did he pretend to win after a while, or did he pretend to be defeated after showing his own strength?
These choices mainly depend on the personality of elite monsters. Only by making appropriate response to elite monsters' characters can they obtain the maximum benefits.
Unfortunately, there is not enough information, so we have to choose by the way.
Brush!
The flying snail is stiff in an instant.
He only felt the white light in front of his eyes, and a cold shining snow-white sword was against his throat. He could even clearly feel the cold feeling of the blade.
"If I lose, I'll leave it to you."
The flying snail is like a chicken that has been pulled out of its bones. He said dejectedly.
It's not the blue elite monster. It's at least a small boss level NPC. It's also a level higher than him. How can we play it?
"Old snail, you..." Sanxi was surprised at the sunset behind him, and quickly pulled out his dagger in his arms and looked at Zhao Shi with vigilance.
Zhao Shi didn't react. Zhao ling'er narrowed his eyes and looked coldly at the sunset.
"Old West, it's OK. Go away."
The flying snail waved his hand, indicating that the sunset would retreat.
After sunset, Sanxi had no choice but to take back his dagger.
"I'm at your disposal"
the flying snail looks like a dead man, and the tough man's expression of willing to gamble and admit defeat has won the admiration of the martial arts people, even called a hero.
Of course, he doesn't need to be afraid of the resurrection after three days.
Zhao Shi said with a smile: "yes, he is a man.
But your strength is too weak, if you can enter the leather refining field, you can do something for me.
Come on, ling'er, give me five Liang. "
……
The snail who can fly looks at Zhao Shiyuan's carriage with a complicated face. He doesn't know what he is thinking.
Next to the sunset, Sanxi comforted: "don't take it to heart, I was beaten by boss is not twice."
The flying snail said: "no, I feel that the game is too lifelike, I actually have a sense of shame and shame, do you dare to believe it?
I feel like I'm dealing with a real person, and I finally understand the feelings of those indigenous parties. "
"Normal, it's a 100% authenticity game."
……
The Zhao family lived in the south of the city and occupied a whole street alone. There were not only the main vein of the Zhao family, that is, Zhao Shi's father, but also all kinds of collateral houses. These people together are the Zhao family in Beiqiu.
Da Da
a slightly broken carriage slowly drove towards the Zhao family's mansion. Looking at the sign, it was that Zhao's eldest son, who was least valued by the master of the Zhao family, came back. It seemed that something had happened on the road.
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"Hello, my name is flying snail. Can I help you?"
Zhao Shi lightly looked at the eyes, sincerely looking at his young man in hemp clothes, as if to think of something.
Games with 60% authenticity such as xianshenji have forced many lawless players into PRG party players.
All of them speak more than the aborigines, and know more about the local knowledge than the ordinary aborigines. At the extreme, they are also more indigenous than the aborigines in their life. No one can pick out any non indigenous problems from them.
As long as you want to get better development in the game, you have to integrate into the aborigines and become an aborigine.
But not everyone likes to play games disguised as aborigines. Even if wealth and power can't make them surrender, they still use their own habits and methods to play games.
In this group of people who don't have game planning in their eyes, there are actually a few people who can get ahead and become high-level friars.
Such people are called fundamentalist PRG players by players, who believe in entertainment first and are independent.
Zhao Wu saw a ragged poor man dare to stand in front of his carriage. He drew a whip directly and said angrily, "where is the poor boy who dares to block the carriage of Zhao family?"
Although Zhao Wu is not a martial arts practitioner, his whole body data is also about 1.1 strong man. When a whip goes down, he immediately draws out the sound of breaking the air in the air. Let alone a thin slum boy, he can make a red mark even if he is a cow.
Zhao Ling Er exclaimed, "Zhao Wu, don't!"
This whip will kill at least half of the youth in this slum.
"Don't move your hands."
A surprising thing happened, as if had been expected, the young man in ragged hemp clothes jumped to the side gently and easily avoided Zhao Wu's whip.
Zhao Wu's face turned red. Yesterday, he was stunned by a master at the early stage of physical training. He was not as powerful as others.
Today, even a thin and weak slum boy can't help but be fooled by him at will.
The young master is still watching. If the young master thinks that his Zhao Wu is just a piece of white rice, he still has the face to work in the Zhao family.
"Dare you resist?"
Zhao Wu's face flashed fiercely. Without waiting for Zhao ling'er to speak again, the whip whipped at the young man in hemp like a storm.
Zhao Wupa flapped his whip wildly, but he could not even touch a corner of the young man in hemp clothes. Under the whip shadow of the fierce wind and rain, he swayed around like a stroll in the court. Zhao Wu was so sad that he wanted to vomit blood, but there was no way.
Zhao Wu is out of breath. His continuous whip has seriously affected his physical strength. Now he has no strength to stand up straight.
"Come on, come again!" said the young man in linen with a smile
Zhao wumianqiang got up again to swing his whip, but he dodged it easily. Then he said to Zhao Shi, "young master, your servant is too weak. Do you want to think about us?
Although we can't be your subordinates, we can still do things for you. Anything, as long as there is a reward. "
Zhao Shi said lightly: "Oh? Reward? "
Seeing this spirit, the flying snail is shocked. He has been playing tricks here for so long just to find a task.
"I work for you, and you can give you rewards, money and goods. It's better to be a martial arts secret script."
Zhao Shi sneered: "martial arts secret script is not handed down in the hands of all the aristocratic families in the city. What task do you want to exchange?"
"There will always be such a mission," said the flying snail
"Zhao Wu, come back, you are not his opponent, don't be disgraced."
Zhao Shi said softly.
Zhao Wu came back with a red face and lowered his head. He did not dare to look at Zhao Shi and Zhao ling'er.
"As long as you can take my sword, I believe you have the strength to obtain martial arts secret script. Would you like to Zhao Shi said lightly.
"No problem." The flying snail said confidently. In his eyes, Zhao Shi's data is like this.
Name: Zhao Shi (the eldest son of Zhao family in Beiqiu city)
realm: body refining first environment skin refining environment
strength: 1.3
physique: 1.2
divine sense: 1.2
Mana: 0
skill: none
passive: none
any player can set his own attribute panel externally for other players to see. Zhao Shi does this.
In the eyes of the flying snail, although the young man in front of him is a martial artist in the first stage of body refining and skin refining, he is not easily captured with his master Duan's strength.
"You go first." Zhao Shi pretended to be arrogant. He seemed to disdain to fight with the slum youth in front of him.
In fact, he is proud of himself.The snail who can fly is speechless. He is just a childe in a small town. He pretends to be big in front of himself, a former monk of golden elixir. He doesn't know what to say.
But forget it. After all, they are elite monsters. They are a higher level than themselves. Give them some face.
The flying snail shook his head and said nothing more. He took out a black iron spike which came from nowhere. His body flashed down to Zhao Shi's temple.
He was a little distressed. Did he subdue him with one move, or did he pretend to win after a while, or did he pretend to be defeated after showing his own strength?
These choices mainly depend on the personality of elite monsters. Only by making appropriate response to elite monsters' characters can they obtain the maximum benefits.
Unfortunately, there is not enough information, so we have to choose by the way.
Brush!
The flying snail is stiff in an instant.
He only felt the white light in front of his eyes, and a cold shining snow-white sword was against his throat. He could even clearly feel the cold feeling of the blade.
"If I lose, I'll leave it to you."
The flying snail is like a chicken that has been pulled out of its bones. He said dejectedly.
It's not the blue elite monster. It's at least a small boss level NPC. It's also a level higher than him. How can we play it?
"Old snail, you..." Sanxi was surprised at the sunset behind him, and quickly pulled out his dagger in his arms and looked at Zhao Shi with vigilance.
Zhao Shi didn't react. Zhao ling'er narrowed his eyes and looked coldly at the sunset.
"Old West, it's OK. Go away."
The flying snail waved his hand, indicating that the sunset would retreat.
After sunset, Sanxi had no choice but to take back his dagger.
"I'm at your disposal"
the flying snail looks like a dead man, and the tough man's expression of willing to gamble and admit defeat has won the admiration of the martial arts people, even called a hero.
Of course, he doesn't need to be afraid of the resurrection after three days.
Zhao Shi said with a smile: "yes, he is a man.
But your strength is too weak, if you can enter the leather refining field, you can do something for me.
Come on, ling'er, give me five Liang. "
……
The snail who can fly looks at Zhao Shiyuan's carriage with a complicated face. He doesn't know what he is thinking.
Next to the sunset, Sanxi comforted: "don't take it to heart, I was beaten by boss is not twice."
The flying snail said: "no, I feel that the game is too lifelike, I actually have a sense of shame and shame, do you dare to believe it?
I feel like I'm dealing with a real person, and I finally understand the feelings of those indigenous parties. "
"Normal, it's a 100% authenticity game."
……
The Zhao family lived in the south of the city and occupied a whole street alone. There were not only the main vein of the Zhao family, that is, Zhao Shi's father, but also all kinds of collateral houses. These people together are the Zhao family in Beiqiu.
Da Da
a slightly broken carriage slowly drove towards the Zhao family's mansion. Looking at the sign, it was that Zhao's eldest son, who was least valued by the master of the Zhao family, came back. It seemed that something had happened on the road.
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"Hello, my name is flying snail. Can I help you?" Zhao Shi lightly looked at the eyes, sincerely looking at his young man in hemp clothes, as if to think of something. Games with 60% authenticity such as xianshenji have forced many lawless players into PRG party players. All of them speak more than the aborigines, and know more about the local knowledge than the ordinary aborigines. At the extreme, they are also more indigenous than the aborigines in their life. No one can pick out any non indigenous problems from them. As long as you want to get better development in the game, you have to integrate into the aborigines and become an aborigine. But not everyone likes to play games disguised as aborigines. Even if wealth and power can't make them surrender, they still use their own habits and methods to play games. In this group of people who don't have game planning in their eyes, there are actually a few people who can get ahead and become high-level friars. Such people are called fundamentalist PRG players by players, who believe in entertainment first and are independent. Zhao Wu saw a ragged poor man dare to stand in front of his carriage. He drew a whip directly and said angrily, "where is the poor boy who dares to block the carriage of Zhao family?" Although Zhao Wu is not a martial arts practitioner, his whole body data is also about 1.1 strong man. When a whip goes down, he immediately draws out the sound of breaking the air in the air. Let alone a thin slum boy, he can make a red mark even if he is a cow. Zhao Ling Er exclaimed, "Zhao Wu, don't!" This whip will kill at least half of the youth in this slum. "Don't move your hands." A surprising thing happened, as if had been expected, the young man in ragged hemp clothes jumped to the side gently and easily avoided Zhao Wu's whip. Zhao Wu's face turned red. Yesterday, he was stunned by a master at the early stage of physical training. He was not as powerful as others. Today, even a thin and weak slum boy can't help but be fooled by him at will. The young master is still watching. If the young master thinks that his Zhao Wu is just a piece of white rice, he still has the face to work in the Zhao family. "Dare you resist?" Zhao Wu's face flashed fiercely. Without waiting for Zhao ling'er to speak again, the whip whipped at the young man in hemp like a storm. Zhao Wupa flapped his whip wildly, but he could not even touch a corner of the young man in hemp clothes. Under the whip shadow of the fierce wind and rain, he swayed around like a stroll in the court. Zhao Wu was so sad that he wanted to vomit blood, but there was no way. Zhao Wu is out of breath. His continuous whip has seriously affected his physical strength. Now he has no strength to stand up straight. "Come on, come again!" said the young man in linen with a smile Zhao wumianqiang got up again to swing his whip, but he dodged it easily. Then he said to Zhao Shi, "young master, your servant is too weak. Do you want to think about us? Although we can't be your subordinates, we can still do things for you. Anything, as long as there is a reward. " Zhao Shi said lightly: "Oh? Reward? " Seeing this spirit, the flying snail is shocked. He has been playing tricks here for so long just to find a task. "I work for you, and you can give you rewards, money and goods. It's better to be a martial arts secret script." Zhao Shi sneered: "martial arts secret script is not handed down in the hands of all the aristocratic families in the city. What task do you want to exchange?" "There will always be such a mission," said the flying snail "Zhao Wu, come back, you are not his opponent, don't be disgraced." Zhao Shi said softly. Zhao Wu came back with a red face and lowered his head. He did not dare to look at Zhao Shi and Zhao ling'er. "As long as you can take my sword, I believe you have the strength to obtain martial arts secret script. Would you like to Zhao Shi said lightly. "No problem." The flying snail said confidently. In his eyes, Zhao Shi's data is like this. Name: Zhao Shi the eldest son of Zhao family in Beiqiu city realm: body refining first environment skin refining environment strength: 1.3 physique: 1.2 divine sense: 1.2 Mana: 0 skill: none passive: none any player can set his own attribute panel externally for other players to see. Zhao Shi does this. In the eyes of the flying snail, although the young man in front of him is a martial artist in the first stage of body refining and skin refining, he is not easily captured with his master Duan's strength. "You go first." Zhao Shi pretended to be arrogant. He seemed to disdain to fight with the slum youth in front of him. In fact, he is proud of himself.The snail who can fly is speechless. He is just a childe in a small town. He pretends to be big in front of himself, a former monk of golden elixir. He doesn't know what to say. But forget it. After all, they are elite monsters. They are a higher level than themselves. Give them some face. The flying snail shook his head and said nothing more. He took out a black iron spike which came from nowhere. His body flashed down to Zhao Shi's temple. He was a little distressed. Did he subdue him with one move, or did he pretend to win after a while, or did he pretend to be defeated after showing his own strength? These choices mainly depend on the personality of elite monsters. Only by making appropriate response to elite monsters' characters can they obtain the maximum benefits. Unfortunately, there is not enough information, so we have to choose by the way. Brush! The flying snail is stiff in an instant. He only felt the white light in front of his eyes, and a cold shining snow-white sword was against his throat. He could even clearly feel the cold feeling of the blade. "If I lose, I'll leave it to you." The flying snail is like a chicken that has been pulled out of its bones. He said dejectedly. It's not the blue elite monster. It's at least a small boss level NPC. It's also a level higher than him. How can we play it? "Old snail, you..." Sanxi was surprised at the sunset behind him, and quickly pulled out his dagger in his arms and looked at Zhao Shi with vigilance. Zhao Shi didn't react. Zhao ling'er narrowed his eyes and looked coldly at the sunset. "Old West, it's OK. Go away." The flying snail waved his hand, indicating that the sunset would retreat. After sunset, Sanxi had no choice but to take back his dagger. "I'm at your disposal" the flying snail looks like a dead man, and the tough man's expression of willing to gamble and admit defeat has won the admiration of the martial arts people, even called a hero. Of course, he doesn't need to be afraid of the resurrection after three days. Zhao Shi said with a smile: "yes, he is a man. But your strength is too weak, if you can enter the leather refining field, you can do something for me. Come on, ling'er, give me five Liang. " The snail who can fly looks at Zhao Shiyuan's carriage with a complicated face. He doesn't know what he is thinking. Next to the sunset, Sanxi comforted: "don't take it to heart, I was beaten by boss is not twice." The flying snail said: "no, I feel that the game is too lifelike, I actually have a sense of shame and shame, do you dare to believe it? I feel like I'm dealing with a real person, and I finally understand the feelings of those indigenous parties. " "Normal, it's a 100% authenticity game." The Zhao family lived in the south of the city and occupied a whole street alone. There were not only the main vein of the Zhao family, that is, Zhao Shi's father, but also all kinds of collateral houses. These people together are the Zhao family in Beiqiu. Da Da a slightly broken carriage slowly drove towards the Zhao family's mansion. Looking at the sign, it was that Zhao's eldest son, who was least valued by the master of the Zhao family, came back. It seemed that something had happened on the road. www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
