charismatic player

Chapter 112 Please don't send it
Qin Guan was very anxious before, mainly worried about Su Xiaoyu's safety, but now that she and Huajian are together, there is no need to worry.

Qin Guan was very annoyed by these foreign players, he wanted to see what was going on around the other Baiwu gates.

If other Baiwumen had ambushes like these Asan players, then the domestic players from the other side would definitely be tricked.

Qin Guan is not a holy mother, but as a son and daughter of China, the safety of his compatriots is threatened, and it is difficult for him to ignore it without psychological burden.

Ever since he killed Wu Xianzhi, Qin Guan has understood that there are no so-called "game rules" in this spiritual world. The only rule is that the winner takes all and the loser gets nothing.

Many foreign players have already started forming groups, and even resorted to some very despicable means. If you only consider yourself now, your vision is too narrow.

Qin Guan walked directly from the mountain, switched back to the scarf and vest shorts in the white mist, and covered his face.

The thick white fog at the foot of the mountain formed a natural barrier, and the visibility was less than two or three meters, blocking everyone's sight.

Ten minutes later, when Qin Guan emerged from the white mist, he had already left the sight of Xiao Qiang and the others.

Ahead is a new Baiwu Gate. More than 20 Koryo players gathered in front of the Baiwu Gate, staring at Qin Guan nervously and warily.

It seemed that these people were also guarding the White Mist Gate. Since they had no intention of coming out to harm others, Qin Guan didn't bother to do anything, and walked directly around the White Mist Gate.

During this process, Qin Guan noticed that there are about eight Baiwu gates, distributed around the foot of the mountain, facing different directions.

There are still extraordinary players coming from afar. After all, this spirit world is so big that many players who were born on the edge have to travel long distances to get there.

These players who have already arrived have basically completed the grouping, and this grouping is naturally divided by country.

Qin Guan can roughly guess the composition of the entire spiritual world, mainly in China and surrounding areas, Ah San, Korea, Neon, Southeast Asia, etc., and did not see extraordinary players from Europe and the United States.

And roughly inferred from the number of people, the entire spirit world probably only has more than a thousand extraordinary players. This number is obviously less than the total number of extraordinary players in this area, that is to say, there is definitely more than one spirit world.

The extraordinary players in China may even be divided into different spirit worlds.

Later extraordinary players also encountered different problems when entering the white mist gates, because these white mist gates had already been occupied.

Players like Huaxia, Goryeo, and Neon all occupy the White Fog Gate and prevent other players from entering. Only Ah San's players are very strange, not only occupying the White Fog Gate, but also ambushing players from other countries.

When many players first came outside these white mist gates, they only saw two or three Asan players outside, and they would subconsciously relax their vigilance, thinking that even if these two players attacked themselves, they could still run away.

But as soon as these players got close to the white mist gate, the Asan players hiding in the mist would rush out, killing people and seizing souls, and then hiding their bodies in the mist, waiting for the next prey.

Moreover, there are quite a few Ah San players, and they actually occupy two white mist gates.

The other players can only take care of their own country as much as possible, and dare not easily conflict with these Asan players.After all, there are people from other countries nearby. If the two sides fight and the third party gets the benefit, it will be a disaster.

On the other side of the mountain, there is also a group of domestic players occupying a white mist gate, but these people probably organized themselves, and the number is relatively small, only a dozen or so.

These people should also be unable to defeat the monsters in the White Mist Gate, and they are all gathered outside. Some people are still persistently challenging, but the situation is not optimistic.

After all, those who were unable to fight the previous few times were basically unable to fight. No matter how hard they tried, it was difficult to improve their strength in a short period of time.

The other players may be a little tired, chatting while adjusting their mentality.

"The man with the scarf, what is he doing? Why is he wandering around? I don't know if he's from China, do you want to call him over?"

"Why don't you ask?"

"But judging from what he meant, he didn't intend to come over, as if he was observing."

"Forget it, if you are a Chinese player, you will definitely come here, don't worry about it."

"Well, that's right. We still have to think about how to persuade that stunned young man. If he sends it down, the entrance behind us will be useless..."

While the two were talking, they saw an extraordinary player who had just been revived from the stone tablet and was about to walk into the White Mist Gate with the broad sword in his hand.

As a result, when he was halfway there, he was stopped by the two people who were chatting just now.

"I beg you don't give it away anymore, this boss is too fat to be seen!!" The two of them almost knelt down for him.

This extraordinary player with a broad sword in his hand insisted: "Let go of me! I'm about to win!"

The two people who held him tried to persuade: "Zhang Tong, please don't give it away anymore, you have died eight times, do you know how fat this boss has fed you?!"

Several other players also echoed: "Yeah, you are cheating everyone, do you know that! Originally, some of us could pass through hard work, but now it's all right, everyone should stand guard outside the door, no one will Don't go in!"

Apparently, this Zhang Tong belongs to the kind of player who plays himself as 0-10 and continues to be happy. His teammates almost kneel down to him and beg him not to give it away. He still thinks that he can kill the fattest person in the opponent...

"Stop making trouble for now! Have you noticed that there seems to be something wrong with the way Ah San over there looks at us?"

I don't know who mentioned it, everyone looked at the Baiwu Gate not far away, and the two Asan players over there were staring at this side with unkind expressions.

Zhang Tong is still struggling to go into the white fog gate: "Whatever they are doing, this group of clowns who don't even dare to enter the door and can only hang around outside, don't dare to come here with the two of them... you guys Let me go, I'm going to beat that monster soon!"

As a result, as soon as this guy finished speaking, he saw twenty or thirty extraordinary players of Ah San emerge from the fog next to the white mist door...

Several domestic players were all stunned in place. Several people were desperately pulling Zhang Tong, but now they looked at each other in blank dismay.

What's the situation, your mouth has been opened, right? !

After being stunned for two seconds, these domestic players immediately reacted: "Damn, they want to attack! They want to attack us!"

The players holding Zhang Tong let go in an instant, and each took out their weapons and prepared to fight.

The few Asan players before were just ambushing next to the Baiwumen, trying to trick players from other countries, and never left the Baiwumen, so these domestic players never thought that they would come to this trick.

As a result, seeing fewer and fewer single players coming from outside, these Ah San players finally couldn't bear it anymore and came up with a bold idea.

They're going to have a mess.

Domestic players were a little panicked at the time.

Judging from the number of people, there is a gap between the two sides. There are more than 30 players in Asan, and less than [-] domestic players.

Although these Asan are all scumbags who can't get into the White Mist Gate, the domestic players are not much better...

The domestic players began to retreat slowly, but the Asan players clearly had the upper hand in numbers, and there was a vague tendency of semi-encirclement.

Zhang Tong also froze, and asked in a low voice, "What should I do?"

The player next to him gritted his teeth: "What else can I do? Fight!"

Can you run?can run.

But everyone ran at about the same speed. Once these twenty or so people broke up, some of them would definitely be caught by these Ah Sans. Can you abandon your companions and escape by yourself?
Most domestic players can't do this kind of thing.

(End of this chapter)