Mass Transmigration: I Have an Armory

In the [Cross-World Chat Channel], Archie is still sending messages.

Archie: "Is there anyone here to save me? @南风@龙无碰, you two are the only ones closest to me."

Archie: "Shit, I just heard them say that if Nanfeng doesn't come over, they will feed me shit!"

Archie: "What a ghost. My limbs are so weak now that I can't even teleport away."

Archie: "What should I do? Can anyone help me think of a solution?"

Archie: "@鞞佳, if I die here today, you must avenge me. I will let the entire Zhao family be buried with me!"

It was obvious that Archie was really a little anxious.

It’s not surprising. Who wouldn’t be anxious when they hear someone wants to feed themselves shit?

Long Wudi: "What's going on? Can someone explain it to me? I'm too lazy to climb the stairs."

Luo Jia: "@Archie, City Lord, I'm only level 35 now... If I want to help you take revenge, I'm afraid it will take several years."

Sakura Saburo: "Nani? The Zhao family is so shameless that they tricked us into their home and killed us? What should I do? The head of the Zhao family is next to me now. I'm a little scared."

Nanfeng: "Archie, if you tell Tianyuan and Diyuan that we are not familiar with each other, they might let you go."

A moment later, Archie responded with a message.

Archie: "Shit! They said I'm useless and they're going to kill me now!"

south wind:"……"

Well, it seems Archie is going to die today.

Nanfeng turned off the panel, walked quickly to the next room, pushed the door open and entered.

"Brother Long, do you know about Archie?" Nanfeng sat down on the chair and poured himself a cup of tea, "Stop climbing the stairs, I'll tell you directly. There was someone who knew how to play chess before. Blind man, do you remember? ..."

After hearing the whole story, Long Wudi raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a slight smile: "Hmph, this blind man dares to come to the door on his own. Brother Feng, let's go and kill them."

Nanfeng was startled: "Brother, you are my biological brother. If you want to go, go by yourself. Don't drag me to die with you."

Long Wudi slowly clenched his fists: "I have fought that blind man before. He has enough defense, but lacks offense. Now I have a chance to kill him, and at the worst, I can escape unscathed."

Feeling that the aura in Long Wudi's body was still rising, Nanfeng was stunned: "You were injured by Suo Yana the night before, and you are cured so quickly?"

"Not only is he better, but his strength has also improved." Long Wudi smiled and nodded, "Only by fighting with the strong can you improve yourself faster. I can't help but want to fight the blind man again. Such a good sandbag, It will be difficult to meet again if you miss it.”

Listen, listen, what is this?

Comparing Tianyuan to a sandbag? You really dare to say that.

Nanfeng lowered his head and thought for a while, then said seriously: "If you really want to go, then I will go too."

"It doesn't matter whether I save Archie or not. But Tianyuan and Diyuan have killed so many of my brothers in Nancheng. I must avenge this."

"But I haven't broken through level 40 yet, so I'm just giving away the hard-on."

"When the time comes, you go up and fight two, and I will set up a gun for you from behind and provide fire support."

Long Wudi stood up decisively and put the tea set on the table into his backpack: "Then what are you waiting for? Let's go!"

The two walked side by side and left Yan Mansion in large strides.

The night is getting dark.

Nanfeng and Long Wudi crossed most of Liuyun City and rushed to the grove south of the city.

When passing by a slum on the way, I found a large group of workers working non-stop to build a high-rise building.

"Huh? Are you still doing infrastructure construction at night?" Nanfeng looked puzzled, "What are you building? It's so high, it looks like a tower?"

Long Wudi also looked over and frowned slightly: "It does look like a tower, and it is a tower with a very modern Blue Star style."

Who built this tower?

The two looked at each other and shook their heads.

"Ignore it for now, let's get out of the city." Long Wudi said and continued to stride towards the south gate.

Nanfeng took one last look at the half-built tower and felt an uneasy feeling in his heart.

This tower is a bit strange.

He shook his head, temporarily suppressing the uneasiness in his heart, and quickly followed Long Wudi.

But Long Wudi, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped, his face slightly condensed.

"What's wrong, Brother Long?" Nanfeng asked suspiciously.

Long Wudi was silent for a while, then slowly said: "Brother Feng, please wait here for a while, someone is looking for you."

Nanfeng was stunned: "Looking for me? Who?"

"I don't know, I only know that the other party is a singer." Long Wudi looked at Nanfeng, "I'll wait for you at the city gate."

After saying that, Long Wudi didn't wait for Nanfeng's answer, his speed instantly increased to the extreme, and he disappeared into the dark night.

"It's weird..."

Nanfeng frowned, wondering what kind of plane Long Wudi was planning.

But he still stayed where he was, waiting for the singer Long Wudi said.

Soon, crisp footsteps sounded from far to near.

Nanfeng turned around and looked in the direction where the footsteps came from, and saw a woman with a bulging front and back walking quickly.

"You are the singer, right? I heard you are looking for me?"

As soon as Nanfeng opened her mouth, she realized something was wrong with this singer.

Her face was expressionless and her eyes were empty, like a robot without emotions.

Nanfeng had seen many such people, and he reacted instantly: "Being learned by Sikong Bo?"

This singer must have been hypnotized by Sikong Boxue!

"See you again." The singer spoke word by word, and her speed would increase with each word.

As the last word was uttered, the singer's speed had reached the extreme. A long sword slipped out of her sleeve and pointed directly at Nanfeng's throat!

Level 40!

This singer was actually a level 40 expert!

Nanfeng's eyes condensed, and he took out the spray gun at a very fast speed.

At the same time, the singer had rushed to within two meters of Nanfeng, and the long sword in her hand was only 0.1 cm away from Nanfeng's throat!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The spray gun roared three times, and more than 300 magic bullets were poured into the singer's body.

The singer spit out a mouthful of blood, widened her eyes, and fell straight to the ground.

"Hmph, you're a gay." Nanfeng raised the gun barrel, gently blew away the white smoke from the muzzle, and whispered, "This is the first time I've encountered such a weak level 40... I always feel that she seems to be close to death?"

A stream of pure energy flowed from the singer's body into Nanfeng's body.

Nanfeng felt extremely refreshed.

He glanced at the panel and found that his level had reached level 39 (99%).

"Killing a level 40 person actually adds so much experience? Isn't this forcing us to be enemies with the natives?"

Nanfeng looked at the singer lying on the ground and murmured: "And... why does this singer seem to be sending it on purpose?"