The big guy expressed his satisfaction [Interstellar]

One of the Tigers is obviously a fire mage, but he has not released his weapon for a long time. With both hands covered with elemental flames, it is difficult for the opponent to identify who is the crispy mage.

Archibald looked at his brother Tick, Tick nodded slightly, and a pair of elf wings woven with light appeared behind him, and they flew up under the exclamation of the audience, and the cyan light in his right hand flickered and stretched out With a green bow, two light arrows shot out swiftly between the strings and directly hit the tiger combination.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye, and the Tigers obviously didn't expect that there would be an archer with rare flying skills in the arena in such a remote town. In front, these two arrows of light were received.

Oops.

The young man screamed badly after realizing that the light arrow's damage was not high. Sure enough, the next second, another young man on the opposite side raised his hand and a scarlet flame circled in mid-air and rolled straight towards the mage behind him.

"Roar--!"

The giant red tiger roared and appeared on the battlefield, opened its mouth to devour the fire element skill of the same attribute, and hiccupped provocatively with sparks, its tail split like a red whip in mid-air, making a piercing sound, and hovered above archer.

Tick ​​was very flexible in the air. He dodged the tiger whip and flew to Archibald's side. He said in a deep voice, "Quick battle."

Beast players have always been difficult to deal with, especially the one in front of them is obviously a fire attribute assault type. When the opponent has a mage of the same attribute as support, it is obviously not a wise choice to fight a war of attrition.

Archibald understood what his brother meant, and tacitly put his hands on his shoulders, silently mobilizing all the elemental power in his body to pour out.

Tick ​​raised the longbow in his hand, stretched the bowstring with his left hand to draw the arc of the full moon, but this time the bow and arrow turned into a flame-like crimson, and the position of the arrow gradually transitioned to gold, and the red fire element continued to condense from both arms to the At the fingertips, the golden color slowly transitions from the arrow to the body of the arrow.

Tick ​​let go of his fingers at the moment when the giant tiger felt the danger and suddenly rushed towards him. The long arrow shot out from the mouth of the giant red tiger and came out from the back of the head in an instant, and went straight to the fire element protected by the giant tiger. Mage, one hit kills.

Tick ​​panted and let go, the longbow turned into blue light spots and dispersed, his hands trembled slightly, but the corners of his mouth curled up.

……

Xiao Yan sat up straight when the tiger appeared on the stage, and after watching it for a while, he relaxed and leaned against the back of the chair, curled his lips, and muttered: "It's a pity it's not white..."

Hearing this, Ansair looked at the giant tiger burning with flames around the stage, and looked at Xiao Yan silently.

It’s white, can you touch it with your hands?

3427 clicked his tongue secretly, the boss is probably a fuzzy.

The calm Xiao Yan and the expressionless Ansair obviously formed a sharp contrast with the excited dancing audience around. After Tick's arrow condensed, Xiao Yan stood up and patted Ansair on the shoulder , happily said: "Go, Al, get the money."

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arena hall

Xiao Yan threw a bag of gold coins to Tick, and gave Tick a thumbs up with a smile.

Tick ​​caught the bag and shook it, and couldn't help exclaiming: "Hey! So much?"

"You can also win the opening game, and the odds won't be so high afterwards." Xiao Yan waved his hand and asked, "What level of strength is this combination?"

Tick ​​handed the gold coin to the eager Archibald, pondered for a while and replied: "In comparison, they are stronger. There are almost no animalized players in single-player qualifying, let alone such small towns. Speaking of which we just now It’s tricky to win, if you really need to spend time beating us two squishies, you may not be able to win.”

"Oh..." Xiao Yan nodded in a good mood, and walked straight to the registration desk.

"Oh? Xiao Yan? We have to wait until tomorrow for the next game, why are you going?" Tick dragged his younger brother who was busy counting money to follow Xiao Yan.

The corner of Ansair's mouth moved slightly, and his expression suddenly became a little weird.

Xiao Yan took the individual player badge handed over by the front desk in a good mood, and gave Tick a nod.

Tick ​​understood in seconds, and immediately took off the masks of himself and Archibald with a smirk, took out the two individual badges that had been replaced by gold due to too many victories, and shouted at the shocked lady at the front desk: "Please arrange registration~"

……

There are still 20 seconds until the game starts.

The commentator of the individual competition was a little lolita. After a concise opening, she exited the stage in a hurry, and gave Xiao Yan a wink before leaving. After all, it is really rare to see such a handsome player.Little Lolita secretly took note of the black-haired man's appearance, and planned to go back to the star network to find out if the handsome man had a live broadcast.

Xiao Yan's opponent in the first round was a muscular and strong man, who looked like a strong attacker. The weapon was a heavy stone sword, which made a dull thud when it hit the ring.

The second after the countdown ended, the big knife slashed towards Xiao Yan with the sound of piercing through the air.

"Contestant Xiao Yan has not revealed his weapon so far, so can he escape from the giant blade—"

Before Xie could finish speaking, Xiao Yan lowered his upper body and sprinted towards the opponent in a starting position. His body disappeared from the ring in an instant, and appeared behind the strong man in the next second, with the jade-white flute in his hand silently Appeared, accompanied by ink marks, the jade flute passed several acupuncture points accurately one after another, the strong man's body fell heavily to the ground, and the blood bar was instantly emptied.

After five seconds of silence, the commentator was so excited that he screamed in the arena, which immediately erupted into enthusiastic cheers and screams from the audience.

Xiao Yan's head hurt from the noise, the flute in his hand turned into light spots and disappeared soundlessly, he stood on the stage and pondered for a while.

It seems that not everyone who uses knives is as resistant to beating as Cang Yun...

Tick ​​stood under the stage and looked deeply at the man on the stage, his face stunned.

Archibald excitedly tugged at the side rails, and screamed along with the surrounding audience.

Ansair carefully recalled the positions that Xiao Yan attacked just now. He has a very good memory, and he can clearly remember every word and every scene that the teacher said no matter how long ago the class he attended.

The fighting teacher once mentioned that there is a kind of ancient warrior who can use internal strength to hit special parts of the body and cause great damage, but since the ancient warrior has not appeared for nearly a thousand years, there is no detailed record even in the army.

Is it...?

The next individual match was like Xiao Yan's personal massacre show. After several rounds of individual matches, Archibald and Tick were secretly matched by the arena to Xiao Yan, who was obviously a group. People looked at Xiao Yan, who had played two hundred games in one afternoon, without the slightest sign of fatigue on his face, and simply raised his hand to admit defeat.

They can't fight again and again, anyway, they are here to make money, why bother to fight head-to-head!

Ansair looked at the betting screen on the right. So far, Xiao Yan's odds have dropped to a very low number. If he continues to win, he will obviously lose the channel to quickly obtain gold coins. There are only 10 gold coins, and it is not just a financial loss if you continue to play the arena-it is not a good reputation to be worn by a rookie every afternoon.

The second brother is afraid that he will suspect that the gold medal players that the arena pays for every year are a bunch of waste.

The young boy opened the panel and clicked a few times. After a while, a man dressed as a deacon rushed over, with an unconcealable anxiety and helplessness on his face.

"Young master." Even though the visitor was anxious and respectful, his manners were exactly the same.

Ansair looked at Xiao Yan who was slowly walking down the stage, and ordered: "Go talk, prepare 1000 gold coins for each of these three people, and arrange the basic necessities of life in Sol Town."

The man is the manager of Sol Town Arena. Of course, he knows that if these three people continue to fight like this, the situation will be very bad. It would be great if it can be solved with money. It's just such a simple condition, these three people can agree ……?

While hesitating, the man was startled by the boy's sudden cold eyes, and immediately put away all doubts and prepared to talk to the three of them in person.

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"Knock down."

There were three rhythmic knocks on the door, neither light nor heavy.

Ansair took off his bare brain and put it aside, his short blond hair was a little limp from lying still for a long time.The light in the room is not bright, the floor is covered with soft carpets, and the corners of the tables and chairs are carefully wrapped with soft leather to make rounded corners. There are no extra decorations in the whole room. A passage, I don't know where it leads.

The knock on the door rang again, still three times rhythmically.

Ansair finally sat up, walked slowly and opened the door a crack, his exquisite little face was expressionless, he pursed his lips and looked at the blond young man outside through the crack.

Charles stared helplessly at his younger brother, and took a step back in compromise to express that he had no intention of going in, and the two just talked through a crack in the door.

"Ayer, the person I arranged said they didn't pick you up." Charles didn't speak fast, and while he was talking, he quickly looked at Ansaier with his eyes to make sure that there was nothing unusual about the younger brother.

Ansair nodded, but said nothing.

Charles: "Going to Sol City? The manager of the arena over there said that there are two young men with amazing talents, and a man with extremely strong military strength, whose details are currently unknown?"

Ansair still nodded, and then realized the helplessness of his second brother, his lips twitched for a moment, and finally said: "Yes."

The voice was hoarse and difficult, as if the owner of the throat hadn't spoken for a long time, and just uttering a simple syllable was a burden to the fragile throat.

Charles couldn't hear his brother's discomfort and difficulty, but remembering the doctor's instructions—if Al really didn't communicate with others for a long time, his condition would get worse and he might be speechless—he continued to ask: "What kind of people are they?"

"He..." Ansair lowered his head and thought for a while, then looked up at his second brother, and said seriously, "Very good."

Charles' complexion changed, and then he turned pale, bent down and looked at Ansair tenderly: "Do you want to guard the past?"

Ansair frowned, with a little impatience between his brows.

Charles immediately raised his hands in a gesture of surrender: "Okay, brother, don't let them go, don't let them go."

The young boy prepared to close the door with a blank expression.

Charles hurriedly pushed against the door, and said helplessly, "Stop talking to brother again?"

Ansair expressed his rejection from the bottom of his heart with his eyes.

"Big brother and father will be back tomorrow!" Charles firmly resisted the door, wanting his younger brother to say something more.

Ansair loosened his strength to close the door from his rivalry with his brother, raised his head, and asked with his eyes.

Charles tugged at the braid in front of him in frustration: "Well, I was wrong, it's next week, and our little Al is always right."

Ansair snorted a little, and then successfully closed the door with a bang while the second brother was not paying attention.

Charles looked at the closed door in front of him with gentle and helpless eyes. When he turned around, he changed into a serious expression, and said to the female officer beside him, "Go and check on that man."

"Yes, Second Highness."