After the beastification, it's better to be a dead enemy

Song Zhiran ran out of spiritual energy yesterday, so he didn't intend to go out today, but registration for the small secret place competition is coming soon, because the entry requirement is below the sixth ring, and the entry is in the form of a team, that is, at least a small group of two people, so he had to come The Healer Guild is looking for one or two.

Recently, there are a lot of tasks listed in the Healer Guild. If you look around, the top ten most popular tasks are all looking for the owner of the Scarlet Thunder Tribulation, and the rewards are generous.

Song Zhiran scanned the mission announcement at a glance, and finally impatiently went to the window to release a mission to find 1-2 teammates.

The service personnel are skilled in business, and within a minute, the task was released; 1 minutes later, a fat man with a big belly was ushered into the small lounge.

The service staff introduced: "This Mr. Lu intends to form a team with Mr. Song. The two of you can get to know each other first."

The fat man called Mr. Lu smiled honestly, and took the lead in introducing himself: "My name is Lu Ze, the beast spirit is a mermaid, the fourth ring is high-level, and it is more about healing."

Healers are mainly divided into three departments, combat, defense and healing.Don't talk about whether the three departments are good or bad, it's just that a spiritual master will focus more on a certain aspect during cultivation.For example, a healer with water element attribute may be good at both fighting and acting as a temporary healer, but he is better at fighting than healing.

The Lu Ze in front of him is of the water attribute, but he is good at healing, and he can barely pretend to be a battle healer.

It just so happened that Song Zhiran, who had always taken the decisive path of killing, just needed a teammate who was better at healing. His extremely black eyes stayed on Lu Ze for a few seconds, and he raised his hand quickly, and a water blade shot out through the air.

There was still a simple and honest smile on Lu Ze's face, and there was a pain on his face, and when he wiped it with his hand, it was bright red.

Lu Ze: "!"

Lu Ze looked at the rich and powerful Mr. Song, trying to hold back the greetings from the eighteenth generation of his ancestors. He tentatively said, "Mr. Song, are you... wanting to show me your fighting power?"

Song Zhiran frowned, and it took a long while before he uttered a word, as if he finally had to speak: "No."

Lu Ze: "???"

Lu Ze had a question mark on his forehead, and was hesitating whether to continue communicating with the local tyrant or to continue communicating, when he heard this Mr. Song, who was dressed in an unusual and non-mainstream way, spit out three more words, "You, heal."

Lu Ze was stunned for three seconds this time, the small light bulb on his head flickered, he suddenly realized, and then a blue spirit ring flickered, water elements floating around his body, the terrible wound on his face quickly cure.

Three seconds is not bad.

Song Zhiran was reluctantly satisfied, and after paying the price of 10 black crystals, he planned to take Lu Ze, a freshly baked teammate, to the training tower for a test, in order to hone their coordination ability.

however.

Before the cultivation tower arrived, he walked out of the corner of the Healer Guild, and a group of squatting guards surrounded him.

"Hey, Second Young Master Lu has climbed up to another bitch so quickly, yo, this bitch looks-poof!" The shouting leader spat out a mouthful of blood before finishing his sentence Flew out.

Seeing this, the other minions who were booing were shocked at first, and then rushed over in a swarm, each with a mace in their hands, aggressively.

Song Zhiran is naturally not afraid of this group of ordinary people, but he is usually impatient and wasting time, so he simply opened up——

A huge water sword condensed out of the air and slashed down.

With a sound of "boom", the giant sword landed on the feet of the little minions rushing over quickly, cutting a huge pit two meters deep and ten meters long. Into the pit, wailing.

Song Zhiran didn't take a second look at these people, he frowned, and was looking at the end of the huge pit he created, when a person suddenly appeared there, who seemed to be accidentally swept by his sword light, and his whole body tensed up Like a statue.

Feng Zhao.

Why is he here?

Song Zhiran's extremely dark eyes flashed a touch of complexity, but soon, he turned around with a flick of his sleeves, walked away, walked a long way, and turned back to Lu Ze in great displeasure, "Follow up!"

Shocked by the strong fighting power of his local tyrant teammates, Lu Ze sucked his saliva and hurried to follow. However, before he could catch up with his local tyrant teammates, he first noticed that there was a guy with a tall leg and a very familiar appearance beside him.

"Seal, seal... seal the air?!"

Feng Zhao paused with his long legs, and reminded with eyes that looked mentally retarded: "Sun Moon Kong, zhao, four times."

Lu Ze's fat face turned red, "I'm sorry, sorry, I don't have a good memory, maybe I remember it wrong."

"No, you didn't remember wrongly, you can't read." Feng Zhao pointed out ruthlessly.

Lu Ze choked, turned his face away, and quickened his pace.

Feng Zhao cast a contemptuous look, and deliberately moved forward with his two long legs, letting the two thick elephant legs of the big fat man next to him swing into hot wheels, and he was still calm and calm. Take half a step.

How should I put it, it feels really cool to bully people.

After Feng Zhao "bullyed people" all the way to the cultivation tower, he finally touched his nose. After realizing that he had a brain twitch, he felt stupid, especially when he looked deeply into Song Zhiran's extremely black eyes, he felt that the whole person was a little nervous. Not so good.

Without him, he finally realized that Song Zhiran's "keep up" earlier probably wasn't what he said to him.

So, wouldn't it be easy to be misunderstood if you "followed me" like this?

If Song Zhiran misunderstood that he was interested in him, it would be bad...

but.

Feng Zhao looked at the two people who were about to enter the training tower one behind the other, turned his glazed eyes, and rushed forward quickly, and successfully rushed in one second before the tower door closed.

With a "bang", the door of the cultivation tower was closed.

At the same time, Ta Ling's lazy voice sounded: "Three-person team, the fee for entering the tower will be increased by 10 spirit crystals, the difficulty... Well, there is a kid with the second ring, let's reduce it to B level."

Song Zhiran: "..."

Song Zhiran turned his head and looked at Feng Zhao with a sinister look.

Feng Zhao would follow in, but he came here for the sake of coming, why not follow in to take advantage of the cultivation tower's petty profit, how could he think that this cultivation tower actually has a tower spirit, and the fee is temporarily increased?The point is, if he remembers correctly, the fee for two people to enter the tower is only 10 spirit crystals, so why should he charge 10 more spirit crystals for one more person?

Feng Zhao really wanted to turn around and leave at this moment, if he could give him the 10 spirit crystals deducted from Song Zhiran's account.

Unfortunately, this is clearly not possible.

Therefore, Feng Zhao could only take a deep breath under Song Zhiran's sinister gaze, took out 10 spirit crystals in pain, and handed them over: "My tower breaking fee."

Song Zhiran's gloomy gaze became even colder.

Lu Ze, who was on the side, was afraid that the big local tyrant would turn up again if he disagreed with him, so he hurriedly said: "Well, it's better to lower the difficulty to B-level, so that we can go through a few more floors, and maybe we can get rewards for climbing the tower, hehe, Hehehe."

"Reward for breaking the tower?" Feng Zhao's eyes lit up, and the pain disappeared immediately. After forcing the spirit crystal into Song Zhiran's hand, he took a few steps and stepped into the center of the formation.

"Hey wait..." Before Lu Ze finished speaking, a white light flashed, his fat body trembled a few times like a chick, and finally he was still sucked in forcefully by the activated formation.

Song Zhiran, on the other hand, seemed to have been prepared for a long time. The black robe drew a beautiful arc in the air, and the whole person disappeared into the center of the formation in a few breaths.

After everyone entered the formation, Ta Ling's lazy voice sounded again: "Well, it's been a long time since no one came here for rewards. Ben Ta Ling is not a devil, just be generous once."

***

This is an ancient battlefield.

The sound of the collision of cold weapons, the neighing of horses and the roar of people, accompanied by splashes of blood and flesh, made the whole sky bright red by the tragic battlefield.

At this moment, Feng Zhao, the leader of an army, was surrounded by several personal guards.

Feng Zhao was holding a black horse, wearing armor, holding a long wooden barn, and wanted to charge forward with all his heart, but the guards told him to run away quickly.

"Your Majesty, there is no need to worry about firewood for the green hills. You——go—" Yi Qinwei was pierced by the enemy's feather arrow before he could finish his sentence. Caught Feng Zhao kua on the buttocks of the dark horse.

The black horse roared and galloped out.

Feng Zhao: "!"

Feng Zhao instinctively lowered his body to prevent him from being kicked off the horse before he could kill enough.

Fortunately, the black horse is a divine horse. It runs fast and steady. After leading Feng Zhao all the way out of the encirclement at lightning speed, but when Feng Zhao thought that his real battlefield might be in another place, the dark horse He roared again, turned his body around, and ran back to the battlefield at lightning speed...

ran back...

I'm back……

Up...

Feng Zhao: "???" What the hell?

Feng Zhao had a bewildered expression of "you're just kidding me", and gasped after seeing the black horse raise its hooves handsomely and kick the two little soldiers away.

The twitching sound was probably too loud, which caused the black horse to froze in shock. In the next second, he stood up suddenly and threw Feng Zhao, who was already overly shocked, off.

Feng Zhao: "!"

Hey!

Feng Zhao rolled on the spot, avoiding to seize the opportunity to poke at Leng Mucang, and at the same time, he swept the long wooden warehouse in his hand and hit the soldiers' legs. get up.

As soon as he stood up, he suddenly realized that in the middle of the battlefield, there was a group of dark horses and a group of enemies, and those fighting were majestic and bullish.