This villain, please exercise some restraint.

Compared to the twists and turns of the road to Shinsong, the location of Dao Sect is quite easy to find.

Chixuan wandered along the way, glancing at the secrets given by Shi Si from time to time. Following the directions of the influx of players, and with the occasional help from the map, after walking for a long time, he could vaguely see the location of the Dao Sect. place.

The Knife Sect is located due north of the Wulin League. Just looking at this distance, it can be said to be quite close to the Wulin League.

There are not a few players who choose Dao Zong. In other words, because "Final Destiny" is still popular and the number of players is huge, even if there are only a few players who choose Dao Zong, it is still a large number.

Chixuan didn't expect that people hadn't arrived at Daozong yet. He could only see an outline of Daozong, and it was rare to experience the feeling of waiting in a long queue.

You can even see several Sword Sect disciples carrying broadswords and carrying strong backs patrolling back and forth to maintain order.

In the real world, this is a slightly novel experience for a young master like him who has everything arranged in advance for whatever he wants and does.

So Chixuan didn't say anything. He even took the initiative to stand at the end of the team, took out the secret book and started reading.

But some players obviously couldn't bear it anymore.

"MD, how long will this queue take? The three-dimensional queue of labor and management is not enough, so you come here specifically to queue, right? My legs are sore from standing there!"

"That little guy, hey! Yes! The one who turns around is you! Come here!!"

A little ahead, a male player carrying a big sword on his back shouted angrily to the sword sect disciple who was about to move forward.

The bronzed skin of the Dao Sect disciple who was called shone with a healthy luster under the sun. The deltoid muscles on both arms were bulging but not overly exaggerated, giving people a sense of solid strength.

Frowning, the sword sect disciple came to the man and asked loudly: "What's going on?!"

His voice is quite loud and full of energy. In contrast to his body shape, the sword-backing male player who doesn't seem to have much problem looks a bit thin.

This voice made the male player's anger weaken.

"Ahem...hehe...I'm thirsty, I'm thirsty."

Facing the sword sect disciple's large chest muscles and straight gaze, the male player bowed unconsciously, with a smile on his face.

He wanted to jump in line, but facing such a gaze, he suddenly couldn't say anything, and he used this excuse in a random way.

The eyes of the disciples of the Knife Sect suddenly became strange, "Why do you come to me when you are thirsty? Can I make water for you?"

"You're tired of standing. Aren't we, the disciples of the Sword Sect, tired of standing here all the time?! We can't bear it and get out of here as soon as possible!!"

"This this......"

The male player stuttered and was so drunk that he couldn't say a complete sentence.

After hearing this, a young man with fair skin but a well-trained body in front stared at the sword sect disciple and looked him up and down, then covered his lips and smiled.

"What a man~"

He sighed softly.

Taking out his water bottle from his space backpack with his orchid fingers raised, the young man motioned to the players beside him to help pass it to the Sword Sect disciple.

"Help, brother, help me give this jug of water to this handsome brother from the Sword Sect to quench his thirst~"

"Thanks for provoking."

The man thanked him politely.

His words were a little rippled, and the male player who received the kettle looked at him strangely, but still passed on the words.

The male player who wanted to find trouble could not withstand the unexpectedly oppressive sight, so he left the team in despair and ran away.

The Dao Sect disciple who received the kettle looked at the kettle in his hand, followed the guidance of the people in line beside him, and looked straight at the young man who was blinking in his direction.

He walked over and said, "Is it hard to use your eyes? Doesn't it feel uncomfortable if you don't blink?"

As soon as this question was asked, some male players who turned their heads to watch the excitement burst into laughter.

"It's so Su-ra, can't you see that people are ogling you? You really don't understand the charm."

"Disgusting~"

The young man winked again, and there was an inexplicable hint of resentment in his words.

Chixuan raised his head from the secret book, glanced at it, and then quickly lowered his head.

If it burns to zero, then it’s okay. It’s normal operation.

He has seen a lot in reality, but he is not that curious.

The sword sect disciple's gaze met the resentful gaze and was not moved at all. He looked at the young man and put the kettle in his hand back into the hands of the person in front of him.

"If you want to participate in the Sword Sect Competition, just queue up and be screened honestly. Don't play tricks."

The Knife Sect disciple looked away, took two steps forward, then stepped back, looked at the young man seriously, and spoke righteously.

"Also, I am not a broken sleeve, please respect yourself."

he said, then walked straight forward.

As soon as these words came out, the players around him immediately laughed uncontrollably.

"Brother, in the original mission of 'Mian', you were the one who posted about seducing the guards into successfully sneaking into the Wulin Alliance, right?"

A male player in front turned around, and the words that came to his lips were simply unpleasant.

Rejected, Qing threw the water bottle in his hand into the space backpack, rolled his eyes at the male player in front of him, but still gave an answer.

"Of course I'm an amateur."

"nb!"

"wc!"

Once this question was confirmed, the players in the queue suddenly stopped waiting impatiently, and they all started to gossip and asked for more detailed information about the matter.

But in response to these inquiries, the young man rolled his eyes.

"What's there to say? It's just tiring... The guards of the Wulin League are in good shape, but people still prefer the Sword Sect, who are very explosive at first glance."

"As for the 'Mian' you asked about, tsk tsk, I can't tell. I like him not only because of his face and figure, but also because he has a noble and seductive temperament that I can't describe... In short, and You straight men don’t understand why you are messing with me.”

That last sentence clearly didn't sit well with some players.

"No, Mian is the leader of the alliance. Nowadays, it is known that the status of this world is at the ceiling, and there are a group of stupid women who like her to death. Are you a master? Isn't it noble?"

"Yeah, unlike us honest people, we are not as fancy as Mian. Even our wives can be made into medicine for people to use. Maybe we are too honest and it is difficult to find a female CP in the game."

"That is, what special temperament does it have? The special temperament of a dead wife? I get angry when I mention this 'mian'! Those women are really blind and can't see the good things about us!"

This statement was inexplicably a bit sour, but unexpectedly many male players echoed it.

The young man directly covered his nose and looked at the male players who were talking, "It smells so sour, and the uncles' words are so unpleasant... You have the temperament of an old man, let alone a female player, I I don’t like to mess with him either.”

His disgusted gaze quickly passed over the male players, who were disheveled and disheveled, and whose belts were not fastened. One of them showed his jagged yellow teeth when he spoke, and he even wanted to highlight a few strands of dead mice. Such gray fur.

It's weird for a guy like this to find a female CP.

She really looks ugly, thinks beautiful, and prefers to complain.

Moreover, the appearance of players in this game can only be slightly changed from the original one, such as dyeing their hair, changing clothes, wearing accessories, etc. If you want, this game can even restore the wrinkles at the corners of your eyes to their original proportions. .

This group of people's moral character in the game is probably no different in reality, maybe even worse.

This can be regarded as the more realistic part of this game. In other games, beautiful men and women wear leather jackets, and there are countless tricks to take photos, cheat and coax. This game perfectly avoids this possibility and focuses on reality.

This was said without politeness, and almost as soon as he finished speaking, several male players seemed to have been stepped on, and they showed their swords in unison.

"Why are you talking! Do you want to fight?"

The young man went straight out of the queue and took out the knife from his space backpack.

"A few uncles want to fight, so I can accompany them. I'm just afraid that you won't be able to eat and walk around."

As soon as he said this, the three male players also came out of the queue and were about to take action.

A neutral voice intervened.

"Wait a minute."

"If you want to fight, take me with you. I've seen a lot of Puxin girls, and today I also saw live Puxin boys. I'll meet these uncles with you."

A tall player dressed in a neutral style and with neat short hair came out. After he finished speaking, the big knife in his hand had been taken out of the space backpack.

After dancing handsomely twice, the leader looked at the three people with sharp eyes under his bangs.

"I don't quite understand why you can talk so condescendingly, talking about a woman, a stupid woman, and a dead wife."

"Even if the speaker is unintentional, I will never allow you old men to say that my Aqiao is dead!"

The leader said coldly.

"Fuck, who do you think you are? Male or female?"

A male player who came out cursed and asked.

"Female, but t."

"Unfortunately, Ah Qiao is my spiritual wife Bai Yueguang. Anyone who curses my wife's death must die!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man and the leader looked at each other, stopped talking nonsense, and directly drew their swords.