Reborn Yanqin

"Excuse me, could you please pull down your cloak?"

At the gate of the Candela Imperial City, under the tall obsidian city wall, besides the soldiers waiting in full force, there is another team of troops waiting at the gate.

The person being questioned raised his head slightly. Compared with the passers-by, this person was relatively shorter in stature. The white cloak was very wide and embroidered with golden patterns, giving a faint sense of solemnity.

The person who asked the question had a blue wolf head logo pinned to him, and he repeated impatiently at this time: "The blue wolf is looking for someone, please do us a favor and cooperate."

The man in the white cloak seemed a little displeased. He glanced sideways at the person behind him, and the latter immediately stepped forward and shouted knowingly: "Qinglang? I haven't heard of it. I still need to trouble you to make way for me." , Candela Imperial Capital is not yours alone."

Hearing that the members of Qinglang were furious, these days they have been brought into a lot of trouble because of their actions against Candeng Guying overtly and secretly, and they were full of anger. Now someone happened to bump into the muzzle of a gun, how could he bear it?

"Damn it! Now all kinds of miscellaneous hair can ride on Qinglang's head, can't it?"

"I don't care if Miscellaneous Hair can ride on Qinglang's head, but I must be on Qinglang's head."

Bury, who just arrived, opened his mouth and yelled in the guild channel: "Boss! Qinglang got into a fight with that aunt! Do we want to care about it!"

Candeng Scholar let out an "oh", then he didn't respond, buried a shiver, and suddenly remembered that when Qinglang's people swaggered here to block Jingyan, the other party's reaction was the same. At that time, he wondered why he had always been with Jingyan The boss who had been friends with me suddenly didn't care about it, now it seems...

Bury was silent for a while, and then connected to the private chat: "Did the boss tell you something a few days ago?"

"He said that Qinglang will piss off people who can't be messed with sooner or later, so don't worry about it." Feiming gave the answer very straightforwardly.

"But... the boss made an appointment with others to come to Kandela Imperial Capital to meet at this time, right?"

"That's right."

Seeing the people with swords drawn not far away, Bury sighed, lit a candle for Qinglang in his heart, and turned back to the headquarters.

"You want to fight, don't you?" The Qinglang member who asked the question waved, and the people guarding the door surrounded him.

Facing the threat from the Blue Wolf member, the man who spoke still didn't respond, he just lowered his body and asked, "Here?" This question was directed at the person who was questioned at the beginning, with a very respectful attitude, and the latter nodded slightly .

It was only then that the members of Qinglang noticed that there were more than a dozen people behind that one, all of whom were dressed in exactly the same outfit, except that their white cloaks were not embroidered with gold thread.He couldn't help cursing secretly: "What the hell is this fucking like a cult?"

"What are you talking about? Let's just start fighting." A man in a white cloak came out from behind. He took off the hood directly, revealing a sunny face and a two-handed sword behind his back. "We Still in a hurry, right?"

"It is very necessary to be courteous before serving, Nuomi Tuan." The person who was questioned at the beginning spoke, and it turned out to be a gentle woman's voice. By now, the people of Qinglang knew that they had found the wrong person, but they were already in trouble.

"What nonsense?" The members of Qinglang rushed up directly.

When they were about to rush to the woman, their slightly short bodies blurred for a moment, and then disappeared.

"Stealth? Is it a thief? But it has been locked by the attack..." Hearing the "lost target" prompt in his ear, the players of Qinglang couldn't help but became confused.

"Player Wuyou used the skill Hell Slaughter on you, and you lost 8964 points of health."

"You are killed by the player worry-free, and you lose a level of experience. You can choose to return to the city to resurrect or stay where you are."

The Qinglang player who fell on the ground was stunned, and shouted in the team channel: "Damn, run!"

Although he has never heard of the name of that skill, although the dagger-type thieves are recognized as high-explosive, but the thieves who can instantly kill themselves with one move...

Before the others had time to react to this sentence, system prompts sounded in their ears one after another.

"Player Wuyou used the skill Double Dance on you, you lost 6542 points of life, and you lost 5394 points of life."

"The player Wuyou used the skill Shadow Dance on you. You lost 4523 points of life, and you entered a poisoned state, losing 50 points of life every second for 10 seconds."

"Player Wuyou used the skill Poison Nova on you, and you suffered 4000 points of damage."

Surrounded by a dense cloud of green poisonous gas, more than a dozen Qinglang players fell to the ground.

"It's like this again, we don't even have a chance to show." Nuomituan elbowed the man who started talking, "I just said it was a wrong decision to follow today, right, Xiaodengdeng?"

Gulu Deng glared at him, did not speak, and turned his gaze back to Wuyou. It only took 5 seconds from the start of the battle to the killing of these dozen players, which was the most brilliant achievement in everyone's eyes. But his focus is not on this record.

The short figure standing among the corpses trembled slightly, as if laughing at their overreaching, and then turned to the person who brought him: "Let's go, you can't let that bastard scholar see a joke, can you?"

"Hey, you're back." Nuomi Tuan gave Gulu Deng another elbow, and hurried forward, following the woman's footsteps.

Gulu Deng woke up like a dream, wiped his face, and then he clenched his staff and followed. In the private chat channel, the voice of Nuomi Tuan rang out: "I have said many times, don't look at the boss with that kind of eyes, you Do you think the boss doesn’t know?”

Cold sweat ran down his back all of a sudden, Gulu Deng Fang Zhengyi put on a guilty expression on his heavy face: "I...I didn't..."

"It's impossible for you and the boss." Nuomi Tuan said, "Although as brothers, I really don't want to expose this..."

"I said I didn't!" Maybe it was too emotional, Gulu Deng yelled this sentence directly, without going through the private chat channel, which caused a whisper among the surrounding players.

Wuyou, who was walking in front, glanced at the two of them lightly, and continued walking forward without saying anything.

"It's really hard to see you, it's like brushing dungeons, and you have to fight mobs." Walking into Candeng Guying's headquarters, Wuyou sat on a chair and said bluntly.

Candeng Scholar smiled slightly: "But you have always enjoyed it, haven't you?"

Wuyou gave him a sideways glance, and turned down the hood on the cloak, revealing the bright face underneath, with a smile that made people feel like a spring breeze: "It's not bad to see the surprised expressions on the faces of those bastards."

"Then dare to ask Miss Wuyou, what is the purpose of coming here?"

"I'm going to form a guild."

Candeng Scholar didn't even move his eyebrows: "Congratulations."

"I need a promotion certificate." Wuyou went straight to the point, "The first promotion certificate came from the Yi Dynasty, which they got for a mission, but the second promotion certificate appeared in your hands without any warning. So I want to ask what is the source of the promotion certificate."

Candeng Scholar smiled, and said calmly: "Now there are only two guilds who have advanced, so you really don't have to worry."

"I just can't bear to be at the same level as Qinglang." Wuyou couldn't help but sink his mouth when he said this.

"The most important thing is to get that person involved, right?"

As if being told what was on his mind, Wuyou gave Candeng Scholar a hard look: "Stop talking nonsense, do you want to talk?"

"You're embarrassing me like this..." Candeng Scholar shook his head and said, "This thing is not like the dagger you took a few days ago, you can get it if you have money, I think you know it? There is an unwritten rule, that is, don’t ask others where things come from, not everyone is willing to show their cards.”

Worry-free said in surprise: "You don't know either?"

Candeng Scholar spread his hands: "Someone brought this thing to me for business, how could I have the nerve to ask him where it came from?"

Wuyou choked on his words. Since Candeng Scholar is unwilling to ask, it means that he values ​​his friendship with this person, so he didn't touch some questions that professional players are very taboo. With this as a premise, it is difficult to ask. The source of the promotion certificate is shown.

"You don't even want to tell me the ID of that player?" Wuyou asked again without giving up.

The Candeng scholar smiled and shook his head.

"Then, please do me a favor." Wuyou had no choice but to give in, "Tell that person for me, and if you have a promotion certificate, please contact me as soon as possible. less money."

"I'll tell you."

"Then, thank you." Wuyou got up and nodded slightly, looked around the room again, and said, "The decoration here is pretty good."

"Thank you for the compliment."

Wuyou, who walked out of Candeng Guying headquarters, sighed, and put on his hood: "Let's go."

"Things are not going well?" Gulu Lantern moved closer.

Wuyou nodded solemnly: "Post a message on the forum, saying that I bought the promotion certificate at a high price." Even so, Wuyou didn't have much hope for this matter.

"Understood." Gulu Deng bowed in response.

At the same time, the Candeng scholar in the headquarters was also studying the video of the battle just now. He played the short five-second battle many times. The figure of the female thief wearing a white gold thread cloak was There was almost a flash of white light in the picture, making it difficult for people to see her movements clearly.

"A skill that has never been seen before...?" Candeng Scholar murmured, "It seems that this game really... has lucky people everywhere."

"Did the boss see any clues?"

Candeng Scholar shook his head: "There are too many uncertainties in 'fantasy', from the first era to the present, there are too many things that can be used to make a fuss, it is really difficult to infer from the light effects of skills Where did it come from... But what is certain is that Wuyou has acquired all the skills, instead of being stuck halfway like me."

"This kind of strength, other than the power from the gods, can't be anything else... The last skill looks like the enhancement of the poison explosion technique. Is it the shadow god Petovich?"

"It is impossible for a god to inherit the power of two branches." Candeng Scholar said hesitantly, "If her inheritance comes from Petovich, what about the stone? He is also a thief..."

Bury thought hard: "His skills can speed up the attack frequency, which is a skill system that has never been heard of before."

Indeed, the skills that have appeared now have traces to follow, but the effect of Jing Yan's skills is indeed unprecedented.

"I'll look through the history books again..." Candeng Scholar stopped the topic, "The speed of leveling needs to be strengthened, I plan to start distorting the copy of the kingdom within two days!"

"I see." Bury replied and stepped back.

"History books..." Candeng Scholar sat on his seat and sighed. Speaking of history books, he always reminded me of the thief who knew so much about that thick history book. I don't know how deeply he studied it.

Opportunities always belong to those who are prepared. This sentence is really true.

The author has something to say: The long-lost small theater is presented... This is to clarify the rumor that I didn't write the small theater tonight ==

By the way, for a preview, because of some, one, person, Mr. Little Theater...he died again.

【Emperor's Small Stone Series】

Hua Jian: (angry) Yan Jiu!Did you steal my cake?

Yan Jiu: I don’t know anything~

Huajian: Stop talking nonsense!Give me back my cake!Or I'll beat you up!

Yan Jiu: (angry) Then you return the toy that was stolen from me!

Talking sword: (justified) (hands out in anger)

Yan Jiu: (not to be outdone)

[the two wrestle together]

Hua Jian: Wait, did we step on something just now?

Yan Jiu: Well...it seems so... (raises his foot to look at the bottom of his foot) Isn't this a small piece of biscuit?

Shitou: (crying loudly) Wow———the biscuit my brother gave me!

Emperor: (black face) The two brats don’t want to live anymore, do they?