Realistic Game

　　 "If you don't have the money, I can help you deal with it. Don't thank you, let me take care of the hard work."

　　 Ding Jin, who was still a little shocked, rolled his eyes when he heard Mo Lan's words.

　　 "It's the same for me."

　　 "I will be full-time too."

　　 Ding Jin said suddenly.

　　 "Anyway, I have planned to be full-time a long time ago. Even if I lose money, the money I have made in the past few days will be enough for me to use for a few years."

　　 "Then I will come too."

　　 Zhang Haobo smiled.

　　"Zou Peng had already prepared full-time, otherwise he wouldn't be so dedicated to his broken chamber of commerce.

　　 In this way, our three prairie swordsmen gathered again and came out of the arena again. "

　　 Mo Lan said with a smile.

　　 "If you plan to be full-time, listen to my advice.

　　 Think more about your profession, and if you don’t understand spells, you can ask me.

　　 This game has very low requirements for job creation.

　　 In other words...In the background of the game, extraordinary professions have only just appeared, and they are still just a rudimentary form.

　　 Don’t you think that the entire game has only one profession as a fighter, which is very thin?

　　 The so-called assassins, archers, and shield wars are just classifications of different warriors.

　　 Even the use and improvement of the magic model did not exist before me, or that there was no system, otherwise the founder of the wizard would not be my turn. "

　　 Mo Lan didn't speak loudly, but it made the two of them lost in thought.

　　 One person looks at the bow in his hand, and the other looks at the shield in his hand.

　　 "Or you are comfortable, no matter what you do, you are creating and then opening up."

　　 "Fart, you have thousands of soldiers, there are countless kinds of fighting skills and methods, you can learn and buy anything you want.

　　 And the mage is just me. I don’t want anything, and I haven’t even worked out a way to cultivate spiritual power.

　　 Until now, it has relied on using out its mental power and overdrawing its mental power to make it depend on it little by little. "

　　 Mo Lan spit out.

　　"Then you can ask others to transfer to mage too. If there are too many mages, can't you just pick up the ready-made ones?

　　 You are so strong anyway. "

　　 Ding Jin's words made the bored Mo Lan suddenly open up, and murmured.

　　 "Yes, there are few people... Then just make him crowded?

　　 I was so stupid before. I didn't expect it to be so simple. If nothing else is mentioned, the name of the mage is enough for a job transfer.

　　Who doesn't want to be a Faye? "

　　 Under Ding Jin's reminder, this simple method that Mo Lan had subconsciously ignored was finally remembered by Mo Lan.

　　 It wasn't that he didn't think of this before, but that he subconsciously ignored it.

　　 Just as the three of Mo Lan rushed back, a group of uninvited guests came to the door of the Jiuding Chamber of Commerce.

　　 "Get out of the way, get out of the way."

　　 A group of livid ruffians ran to the flowing water table in front of the Jiuding Chamber of Commerce, and they drove the people who were eating the flowing water table fiercely.

　　 Some of the dish-faced people saw their bodies tremble, and quickly got up and left. The group of people smiled triumphantly.

　　 pushed the person next to him who was still eating. This person was also dressed in linen, which they didn't like.

　　 Myron looked at those who were leaving in fear, with a smug expression on his face.

　　 "What to eat? Don't you want to roll?"

　　 The figure who was being pushed came to a standstill and turned to look at Myron.

　　 "Isn't this area of ​​black crows? Who are you?"

　　 "Black Crow? No, no, no, now this is taken over by our Viper Gang, let me get rid of them, or you will have good fruits."

"Oh, that's how it is."

　　 The man suddenly got up.

"Say it again?!"

　　 As soon as the words fell, the people around a dozen tables stood up, holding the weapon next to them with one hand, vindictiveness surged, and introverted fluctuations suddenly radiated.

　　 The younger brother next to Mellen suddenly pushed Mellen.

　　 "Brother Myron, they have four professionals."

　　 "Huh, what about the four professionals? We are now members of the Viper Gang."

　　 Mellen said proudly and disdainfully, and the little brother next to him was almost crying.

　　 "But we can't beat them now."

　　 "Oh, if I can't beat it now...wait, I can't beat it now?"

　　 Melan turned his eyes, turned and left.

　　 "Brothers are delicious. Let's treat you as our Viper today."

　　 After speaking, Myron turned and walked towards the shop of Jiuding Chamber of Commerce.

　　 The man behind saw this and waved.

　　 "Sit down and continue eating."

　　 After speaking, he also sat down, and the person next to him glanced at the direction of Jiuding Chamber of Commerce.

　　 "President, shall we help them?

　　 This Jiuding Chamber of Commerce is not weak, and the pressure of the War God Guild is so tight now. At this stage, if we can cooperate with the Jiuding Chamber of Commerce and fight the War God Guild together, the pressure can also be lighter. "

　　 Chairman Tao Ding shook his head.

　　 "Eat first, and when the fight really starts, Jiuding will help when it is about to lose.

　　Don’t appear to be too weak. Our wicked fire guild is not weak. We don’t ask them to cooperate, but see if we see the road..."

　　 While Tao Ding was speaking, Myron led a group of people into the shop of the Jiuding Chamber of Commerce. As soon as he entered, he waved his weapon and smashed it.

　　 "Come out, come out, the one named Zou Peng, come out quickly."

　　 "Everyone, what can I do?"

　　 Zou Peng motioned the player behind him who wanted to move back.

　　 "How did you think about the matter the other day? Let's talk about it."

　　 Melan picked up a piece of meat and put it into his mouth to chew, and after swallowing it, he picked up the gap between the rhubarb teeth with a toothpick.

　　 And when he was speaking, three waves of vindictiveness spread, and everyone in the shop felt a heavy pressure.

　　 The face of the player behind Zou Peng suddenly changed. The aboriginal waiter next to him was originally quite calm, but he suddenly trembled when he felt the pressure.

　　 "Are you the private guard of that nobleman?"

　　 Hearing the words, Mellen's expression was stagnant, but he didn't dare to say anything, said fiercely.

　　 "No, but our Viper Gang is still not something you can afford."

　　 "Oh, no."

　　 Zou Peng turned back and said to the player behind.

　　 "This should constitute a red name, right?"

　　 "Smashed something, it's not a nobleman's personal guard. This must be constituted, but, but we can't beat it. They have at least three job transfers."

　　 The player said weakly.

　　 "It's not easy for our level to die once, and we are about to change jobs."

　　 Zou Peng raised his brows.

　　 "But people have broken the shop, you still let me bear it?"

　　 The man gritted his teeth and waved his hand forward.

　　 "Brothers, come on, fight with them, the big deal is death."

　　 As soon as the words fell, he led people to rush up, and Mellen saw a grin on his face, so he rushed up with a mace.

boom!

boom!

　　 A faintly dark red mace directly smashed a player's skull with a howling sound.

　　 "Kill me!"

　　As soon as the words fell, a group of people swarmed up from behind Melen. Three transfer fighters, including Melen, took the lead. It didn't take long for Jiuding's guards to rush in seven or eight.

　　 And Zou Peng stood there and watched, his face became extremely ugly, watching one after another player die, resurrect, and die again.

　　 The guards he hired with wages in reality had no resistance in front of Melon and the others. They could only watch them die, watch them resurrect, and watch them float.

　　 Zou Peng is a transferred fighter, but Melan and the others have three transferred fighters, and he is not an opponent at all.

　　 Myron looked at Zou Peng who was shocked, with a smirk on his face.

　　 "It's not enough to cooperate honestly, you have to play hard."

　　 However, Zou Peng who was sluggish at this time showed a smile on his face and said softly to him.

　　 "Look behind you...who's coming?"

　　 When Mellen subconsciously turned his head to look back, a person behind Zou Peng ran over quickly with a box.

　　 The smile on Zou Peng's face did not change at all, and he took the wooden box that was just right.

　　 After discovering that he had been tricked, Mellen rushed towards Zou Peng in anger.

　　 Just halfway through, Zou Peng grabbed a large number of magic scrolls with both hands~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and smiled at Mellen.

　　 Myron looked at her, her eyes suddenly widened, and an unbelievable wave emerged, then her body trembled, and she turned and ran backwards in fear.

　　 "How is it possible, how can you be"

　　 The next moment, the wind element in the shop was instantly violent, turning into a wind blade and breaking through the air, densely like a rainstorm, covering Melan and others in an instant.

　　咻! call out! call out! call out!

　　 The arrogant Mellen and others suffered heavy casualties in an instant, and those who were lucky enough to be alive fell to the ground and groaned.

　　 Tao Ding and the others who originally planned to come in outside the Jiuding Chamber of Commerce were stunned.

　　 The guards who had just been resurrected were also stunned.

　　 At this moment, only the groans of Melen and others sounded in the store.

　　 "Guru."

　　 One person swallowed his throat, and it was the captain of the guard Lu Leng who looked at Zou Peng blankly.

　　 "You have worked hard, the spell scroll is a bit late."

　　 Zou Peng rubbed his wrist.

　　 "Well, it turns out that Alna kid is right. As the spell scrolls are used more than once, my wrists are indeed a bit tired."

　　 Zou Peng turned his head and looked at Lu Leng strangely.

　　 "What are you waiting for, these are all experiences, no more?"

　　 As soon as Zou Peng's words fell, a group of people looked at each other and suddenly swarmed up.

　　 "Come back, Lu Leng, give it all to you, quickly change my job."

"Yes."

　　 Lu Leng ran up with a big smile, Zou Peng smiled when he saw this.

　　The people of the Nie Huo Guild outside the door opened their eyes wide when they saw this, and they were shocked, while the president's face was full of caution, and he raised his head after a moment of indulgence.

　　 "If there are too many magic scrolls, does my wrist really get tired?"

　　 The person next to him heard this question and was stunned.

　　 "Abba Abba."