Fantasy Westward Journey: Return to 2005

Chapter 391 Goodbye Brother Cheng!

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw Qiancheng's second knife slashed again immediately, accompanied by a burst of golden light, and an explosion of damage suddenly floated above his head——
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5104!

A critical strike was triggered, and in the sluggish eyes of the king's return, he saw that his Divine Heavenly Soldier's two golden hammers were thrown, and he fell straight down with a "slap"...

"...monster."

Seeing that he was knocked down by Qiancheng twice at the beginning of the game, the king returned for a moment and was silent for a moment, and then he couldn't help laughing at himself.

And compared to the return of the king with a bitter face, his female companion was completely dumbfounded at this time!
She doesn't understand why there is such an unreasonable Tang Dynasty in this game, but it is simply a matter of two stabs to break the blood, and even the king who has the protection of Furong will return to an instant instant kill, which is simply outrageous!
"Not bad."

At this time, the only person who was in a good mood on the field was probably Fang Yun himself.

This result was actually a bit beyond his expectations. After all, although he had beaten the king a few times, he was not particularly a fish belly. Even if his damage was high, it would not be so easy to bring down the opponent with two slashes. .

Maybe it was because the other party was going back and forth recently, and the two swords broke blood and directly triggered a critical attack, then there was no way. With his damage, once a critical attack, let alone the return of the king, such a dragon palace, even if I am afraid that a monk will lie down the same way.

"Sorry, come back, brother, it's a bit heavy, please take more care."

After glancing at the return of the king lying on the ground in silence, Fang Yun was also a little embarrassed. After all, although this guy was very annoying in the past, he has completely settled down after the collapse of the Disdain Brotherhood. Now he can almost be regarded as a big drop. Good people.

Facing the return of the 'reformed' king, he directly killed the other party with two swords, and even in front of other people's female companions, it is really not very particular.

Hearing his words, the king returned with a sigh and said, "It's okay, in fact, I knew from the moment I was ordered by you that there would be such a result, and now it's just a turn early."

"Okay, I've also sharpened my knife anyway, so I'll withdraw first, see you later~"

Seeing the return of the king didn't take it too seriously, Fang Yun smiled and didn't attack the little Putuo next to him again. When the battle came to the second round, he clicked to escape.

Looking back, after seeing Qiancheng put him down, not only did he take the initiative to apologize, but he no longer did anything to his female companion and chose to escape directly. At this time, he only felt like he was living in hell, such a famous person in the district. The living hell king suddenly started to be a human being, and he couldn't adapt to it for a while.

But no matter how uncomfortable he is, in the face of Qiancheng's favor, he has to respond no matter what.

"Goodbye bro, come play again when you have time! #smiley"

At the moment when the countdown was about to end, the return of the king suddenly sent such a paragraph at the moment.

And Fang Yun almost couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of water after seeing this sentence, thinking that this guy must not have any tendency to be abused, obviously he was beaten so badly, he even dared to let him come over to play when he was free , is a true warrior.

A few seconds later, as the character successfully left the battle, Fang Yun clicked on the flying charm and flew to the rooftop at the fastest speed without saying a word.

The moment he landed on the rooftop, he breathed a sigh of relief.

When he came back to discuss with the king just now, he found that there were many people chatting outside, and his name appeared quite frequently between the lines. It was obvious that he had been targeted by a large number of players in the arena!
So he immediately used the flying talisman to escape the moment he left the battle. If he dared to hesitate for half a second, he might not be able to leave even if he wanted to, at least he would have to be dragged for an hour before he could escape.

After successfully leaving the ring, he stood on the rooftop, holding his chin and thinking about the battle just now.

Everything was as he expected. Facing the return of the king who quit the happy game of hegemony, although his Datang number still killed him with two strikes, the damage was not particularly crushing. There is simply no way to knock the opponent down in one turn.

Of course, he can also choose to sweep in the first round, but in the case of a choice, he is not willing to sweep at the beginning, because that means giving up the initiative in the next round.

Although the fantasy game is becoming more and more mature as players become more and more mature, spikes will become a thing of the past sooner or later.

But Fang Yun said that if he wanted to become the undisputed NO.1 of the Tang government, his pursuit of damage would never stop, and even if he couldn't kill him in seconds, he would always be the deadliest existence on the field!
After thinking about it for a while, he retracted his mind and decided to continue to brush the baby ring when he has time, at least to brush out the 140 sword book and identify it for high damage.

He threw the Datang to the trustee and hung up to continue to gain experience. He switched the window to the Dragon Palace and the Wuzhuang trumpet, and asked these two numbers to bring a few people from the Lipi Yelusha and Lipi Sea Turtles to Dayan. As soon as the tower squatted, he began to practice the baby.

Several accounts were busy brushing and training the baby for the time being. Finally freeing his hand, he turned the chair and planned to start busy with the booths on the secondary screen.

But just waiting for him to turn around, when he looked up, he saw that the friend icon of the creation number Ou Yezi was constantly flashing at this time.

Seeing the flickering friend icon, he suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart. When he opened it lightly, he saw that it was indeed the 'Qiange' that had been sent from him yesterday.

"Hello, I want to ask, do you still have an unidentified whip in your hand?"

Looking at the inquiry sent by this little rich woman, Qiange, she knew that Fang Yun, who had not been able to identify the levelless, rubbed her temples lightly, and replied helplessly: "I said, eldest sister, didn't we just chat yesterday? , I don't usually make whiplashes, so how could there be any stock in the past day?"

"Oh……"

Facing his helpless reply, Qian Ge was silent for a few seconds, and then replied: "Then do you think this is okay, I happen to have a batch of whipped book iron in my hand, I will give you the construction fee, how about you help me build it out? ?"

Hearing this, Fang Yun was completely speechless, and said directly: "It's not very good, my physical strength is very precious, I can't use it all to create whiplashes for you."

"Don't be in a hurry to refuse."

In the face of his unhesitating refusal, Qian Ge was very patient, "I know that your physical strength should be used to build those more popular weapons, so in order not to make you lose money, I can start from the cost of building. I'll help you make up for it. In this way, regardless of the level, I will provide the book and iron, as long as you use your physical strength to help me build weapons, I will give you 300 million for each piece, do you think this is okay?"

(End of this chapter)