Don’t Heal the Others

As a game-only content that only has the imperial city, there are quite a few players who pay attention to the arena. After all, players who can turn at the current stage are all masters, and the arena is undoubtedly the best one to reflect personal strength. The place.

When Xiao Feng came, the arena that had been cold and clear for the first two days had already gained a lot of popularity. There were more than a dozen players on the stage. In the pk, the players who watched the game had hundreds of people. It is said that the arena has become a hot spot among the advanced players who have already transferred.

"The strength of Simon is a bit too strong. Even the imperial concubine is not in his hands for a few rounds."

"There is no way, Simon has been in contact with the game world for a few years before us. I have fully understood the rules, and the equipment and level have suppressed us. It is normal to beat him."

"Yes, let's say that Simon has touched the threshold. It is a genius in our generation. It is too difficult to win him, even if it is Huangfu."

"Unless the people of Xuanyuan's generation are born, it is a pity that the Xuanyuan family has lost contact for hundreds of years, and may no longer exist. The strong inheritance is also annihilated by time."

In the auditorium around a ring, several young people are watching the pk confrontation above, while whispering, they all hide the role name, but in the union logo on the head, the same color belongs to the ancient union.

"Not necessarily, if Zhang’s people come out, they should also be able to fight with Simon. After all, if you want to talk about the strong words, the current Zhang family can be said that no family can be compared, let alone the Zhang family has been Confirm that this generation has stepped into the threshold, and if that person is born, it is absolutely terrible to imagine."

"But the internals of Zhang's family are complicated, and it is impossible to make a big fan. The difference between the inside and outside of home is enough to explain many problems. This time, I only sent Zhang Xiaoyu from outside to join us, and I feel that this Zhang Xiaoyu should be different. Purposeful, and we are not one heart."

"This should be related to the wind that we have heard before. It seems that Zhang’s generation had died in the past few years. According to the seniority, it should be the long brother of Zhang Xiaoyu. Zhang Xiaoyu came out this time, and one was long with her. The brother’s live sacrifice is related to the fact that the second is to investigate the reasons, and the rumors are passed down. This is not an event that any family can let go, let alone a strong family.”

"Let's talk about it. It's better to talk less about Zhang's family. Some things are not qualified for gossip. This time, Zhang Jia can leave a person to join the ancient world, and it has already given us a few faces."

"Hold it."

Several young men seem to have some taboos to stop the topic and continue to turn their attention to the front of the ring.

"Hey, Shangguan Aochen is a good kid, can you play with Simon for so long?"

"This kid has something, it seems to be awkward, but unfortunately it is still not Simon's opponent."

At this moment, the person in the pk confrontation in this ring is the Ximen blowing snow and the little fart boy Shangguan Aochen. In the eyes of a few people surprised, this pk has also come to an end.

Ximen Blowing Snow makes the one-handed long sword, the left hand is behind the back, the long sword is erected in front of the eyes, the figure is straight like a peak, then the sword is slammed, and the slanting downwards makes a sprint to the little boy.

Halfway through, the long sword has shaken a sword in his hand, and several swords shook out, and he quickly went to the little boy.

The little fart boy is a pair of swords, a bite of teeth, and the double swords are blocked in front of them, allowing the sword to slash like a knife.

"Gate block!"

"Gate block!"

"Gate block!"

......

The sword is like a rainbow, the little fart child is holding a pair of swords and slamming, and the slashing sound is like a gold and iron cross, and immediately after the sword, the Ximen blowing snow is also followed, the long sword dances, and the impenetrable sword shadow will The little fart is shrouded.

The little fart child is not willing to show weakness, and immediately counterattacks, the left hand sword crosses, the right hand sword also throws a flail, stabbing the west door to blow snow.

Ximen Blowing Snow suddenly took the move, using a sharp point to use the tip of the sword to the little boy.

"Gate block!"

This is the most perfect sword frontal attack. Ximen Blowing Snow actually blocked the spurs of the little boy with the sword tip. At the same time, the little boy felt a powerful force from the blade and immediately uncontrolled. Take a step back.

However, this step made the little fart child's body shape chaotic, and the Ximen blows the snow to seize the opportunity. The long sword is released and the three swords are worn by the little boy.

"-42!"

"-37!"

"-45!"

The three **** numbers that hurt amazingly are floating on the little boy's head. The half-blooded baby's life value is immediately cleared, and the pk ends. The system determines that it is the victory of Ximen blowing snow.

"The double sword is indeed a good attempt, but it is still too tender, the left-handed sword is too clumsy, and it also affects the speed of the main hand sword."

Ximen blows the snow and looks at the little-nose child Shangguan Aochen with a blank expression. After faintly saying such a sentence, he turns to walk under the ring.

It’s hard to accept this result when you leave your unwilling little boy.

"If the skill book is I learned! The result is definitely not the same!"

The little boy said that when his attack was blocked by Ximen, the ability of the anti-shock force to knock him back.

It was from a rare skill book that was taken by Liu Weiwei in the full-service treasure-hunting activity. Later, it was photographed by the abandoned ancient trade union at the auction of the collector's stick of the treasure chest. This skill book falls into the hands of Ximen Blowing Snow, because everyone else can't compete with Ximen blowing snow, and the same is true for the little boy.

This skill book is definitely a magical skill for the swordsman with its own blocking skills. The same is true for the little kid. He is confident that if the book falls into his hands, he will certainly have the confidence to deal with Ximen blowing snow. .

"With the help of foreign objects, they are always martyrdom. Only the strength of their own strength is the only way."

Ximen Blowing Snow also heard the words of the little boy, and said that he did not return, and then walked down the ring.

"Ximen, your strength has improved!"

"It is the genius of our generation!"

Ximen blew the snow, and the young men of the old abandoned trade unions immediately surrounded them. All of them were praised. The younger children who were the losers were forgotten.

"Well? How is that person familiar?"

Suddenly, several young men, one of them suddenly looked at the direction of the arena and looked puzzled.

"What happened to Murong?"

Someone asked strangely, this confusing young man is Murong Yun who was killed by Xiao Feng in the whole service.

"The pastor... It’s a bit like killing me last time, that is, they are the first people in China."

Murong Yun said in one direction, there is a pastor player who is browsing the rules of the arena.

This is of course Xiao Feng. Although he used fashion to cover up the shape of the arrogant dragon suit, he did not wear a mask and was recognized by Murong Yun.

"It is indeed him."

Ximen Bingqi also took a look, then confirmed, his eyes flashed.

“A pastor also came to the arena to play? It’s interesting to go and meet him and give Murong an outlet.”

A group of young men immediately went to the Xiaofeng with a bad look. Ximen Blowed the snow and hesitated and followed it. Only the little-nose child Shangguan Aochen smashed, and then quickly sent Xiao Feng to private chat.

Xiao Feng is studying the pk rules of the arena. When I came last time, I didn’t see it because I didn’t have an opponent. I have to study it at the moment.

There are many rules in the arena. For example, the pk type is divided into many categories, such as free games, challenge matches, matching matches, and so on.

The most mainstream one is the matching match. After selecting a platform to enter the preparation, the system will randomly match one of the opponents who are also preparing. The two will transfer to the same platform and start the pk after the countdown ends. The winner will get a victory. Win points, failures without penalty, the arena ranking is based on the player's winning points, in addition to the winning points can also be used to redeem a lot of rewards, among which there are skills points that Xiao Feng is most interested.

Various pk types have their own characteristics. In addition, the pk rules are also within the scope of Xiao Feng’s browsing. For example, death in the ring will not be punished, and it will be revived in place, and all equipment and skills can be used in the ring, but Can't summon pets and mounts, etc.

Xiao Feng just figured out the rules of the arena and received a private chat from the little boy. When he looked back, he saw a group of arrogant men from the ancient unions walked behind him.

"Hey, this is not a big name, it seems to be called the milk god?"

Murong Yun took the lead, and looked at Xiao Feng with a cold eye, a arrogant posture.

"Is there something?" Xiao Feng glanced at them, mainly in the body of Ximen blowing snow, and then looked at the two eyes, and then the tone of calm opening.

"Hey, it’s really the first person in our China area. Don’t try to keep your level rankings and run the arena to make fun of it?”

Murong Yun took a bit of disdain, as if Xiao Feng didn't try to level up, the ranking on the ranks would fall.

"The upgrade is tired, I want to change places to play, just come to the arena pk." Xiao Feng smiled and did not see any unhappiness.

"What? I didn't get it wrong? A priest came to pk? It was ready to laugh at me!"

"It’s a wonderful year, and there are so many years. When is the arena also a place where pastors can come?"

"You still have to do your mission and then upgrade the monster. If you want to brush the copy, don't come to the arena. Do you know how to play pk?"

"This place is not for you! Or don't be embarrassed! Don't let your first name in Huaxia District not be guaranteed!"

"The arena is a place to show your personal strength. Can you only qualify for this upgrade?"

A group of young men immediately raised their heads and laughed, pointing to Xiao Feng as if they had heard a joke.

"Look, you are still studying the rules of the arena. You won't know what pk means. Do you want to teach us?"

Murong Yun is the most exaggerated one of laughter, looking at Xiao Feng with ridiculous eyes.

"Yes, I really haven't had a pk. You must pass me some experience." Xiao Feng is also laughing and smiling.

"Haha, it's a rookie, come here, don't grab me, let me teach him how to play pk, I invite you to play freely, just accept it."