The full-level boss is laid off and re-employed in StarCraft.

The healers of the four teams took the opportunity to rush in.

Healers can't participate in the battle, but they all want to be the first to reach the finish line, so they rely on racing to see who can run the fastest.

Their wood ability did help in opening the way, and really let them rush out.

When the audience saw them running wildly, they yelled [not good] in their hearts!
[Boss Cen set up traps to block the way, who remembers? 】

[Baicai, they ran over directly, and no one paid attention to the camp next to it. 】

【Oh, these therapists are going to be unlucky. 】

[There's no need to praise that Boss Cen so much, the therapist is first of all a wood-type supernatural being, so they won't be able to spot those traps? 】

[Tch, then wait and see. 】

Before the bullet screen flew out of the live broadcast room, the two healers running in the front had already stepped on the trap. The cute grass-like thorns opened their teeth and claws in an instant, and the flexible and harmless grass stems stretched into something that could pierce the skin. sharp edge.

In the blink of an eye, the two therapists let out a short cry, and took two steps back while clutching their injured calf.

The other therapists, who were two steps behind, almost stopped, and rushed in bravely after seeing the situation clearly.

"It's just a few ground thorns, so you're afraid?"

"Being used to being a therapist, have you forgotten the instinct of wood-type supernatural beings?"

After finishing the sarcasm, there were several consecutive screams, and the person who went in behind also stepped on the ground thorn.

One of the most unlucky ones was directly pierced through the shoes and stabbed out from the instep.

Fortunately, the therapists invited by the military academy have all seen bloody scenes. The panic at the beginning of the injury quickly passed, and the person calmed down, treated the wound in an orderly manner, and continued to walk.

Then, walking and staggering, walking and wrestling.

A few therapists were walking and treating. After a few minutes, they didn't walk a few meters away.

They can't use their abilities to destroy the plants all over the ground. They grow again after they are destroyed, and they grow again after they are destroyed. I don't know how many seeds are buried under the weeds all over the ground.

The healer can't exceed the second level, which is the third level of wood ability, but after this competition, they didn't even go through half of the traps, and they were all panting from exhaustion, feeling that their abilities were a bit out of reach.

At this time, Cen Wen slowly left his tent, strolled over, stood outside the trap, with his hands behind his back, looking like he was watching a show.

In her live broadcast room, rows of ellipses flew by.

The audience, who have always watched the excitement and don't think it's a big deal, felt sympathy for the therapist who was caught in a trap and couldn't move an inch.

It really hurts to see the injuries again and again.

Of course, there are also viewers who feel that something is wrong.

[Didn't the rule say that healers can't fight?How did the destroyed plants regenerate over and over again? 】

[That's right, your Boss Cen violated the rules. 】

[Stop talking nonsense, Boss Cen didn't show up at the beginning, the traps were all set up last night, and now she's standing outside and doesn't do anything, saying she violated the rules and blinded you. 】

[Then how do you explain that plants regenerate over and over again? 】

[What is regeneration?Look at the defense line at the other end, four against one, all four families are tightly entangled, she can take care of both sides of the battlefield alone? 】

[That is, Boss Cen's trap is the best in the world. 】

The audience's support for Cen Wen caused dissatisfaction among supporters of other teams.

[She doesn't seem to do anything, but the plants keep growing, how can this be explained? 】

[What are you explaining to you? What are you guys? It's really thick-skinned to inquire about other people's secrets. 】

[Where did the idiot come from upstairs, who gave me the courage to inquire about the unique skills of the supernatural being? 】

[Isn't it just seeing that the side I supported was about to lose, so I came to attack Boss Cen frantically, and once again I am glad that Boss Cen doesn't have a social account. 】

[Upstairs question online which green onion is counted, if you have the courage to question on the spot, Longshan Town, Dufeng City, flatter you, come here if you have the courage. 】

[Yes, question Boss Cen, we are waiting for you offline. 】

As soon as such words came out, the first few guys disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Online scolding, no matter how fierce the scolding is, it is false. If you have the courage to make an appointment offline, the grumpy military students will not waste time cursing others online.

As for those who quarreled badly online, how many of them really dared to make an appointment offline?
This is the Achilles' heel, one click at a time.

Similarly, the therapists standing in the trap were also suspicious, and looked at Cen Wen not so friendly.

The old god Cen Wen stood on the ground, as if he was looking at each other, but in fact, what she had been paying attention to was the plants around their feet.

In the four-on-one defense line in front, it is indeed the pranks of the little rattan that make the traps take effect wave after wave, but the continuous regeneration of this piece of traps really depends on technology.

The principle of use is the interference of the fluctuations of the abilities that will inevitably occur when multiple people with abilities are together.

Everyone's ability fluctuations are different. When there are too many people, the fluctuations will interfere with each other, especially when there is a level difference, it must be affected layer by layer from high to low.

Using this principle, the treated xenoplanted seeds can germinate and grow on their own under this fluctuation disturbance.

For example, to deal with the healers now, the ground thorns planted by Cen Wen are wood-type xenografts. Several healers stood together, and the interference of the power fluctuations stimulated the growth of the seeds, and finally stumbled their feet.

This is Cen Wen's original technique after she became an intermediate-level power user, and then she taught many wood-type power users, and it works quite well when the time is right.

"Don't you run away? Then I will reap the record."

Cen Wen quickly took out the paintball gun from the space buckle and clicked it into the chamber.

"Wait!"

Several therapists caught in the trap panicked a little.

"The harvest record cannot be slow."

Cen Wen aimed his gun.

"The therapist can't take the initiative, you violate the rules first."

"Stop talking nonsense, I just took out the gun."

"The alien plants in the trap will regenerate repeatedly, dare you say that you didn't make a secret move?"

"If I violate the rules, I will be struck by lightning and there will be no place to bury me. Otherwise, your whole family will die, how about it?"

The faces of those therapists changed immediately, who made such a poisonous oath.

The audience in the live broadcast room were also speechless.

[I'll go, Boss Cen is ruthless. 】

[Who good person curses himself like that? 】

[The therapist on the opposite side panicked. 】

[Definitely can't follow. 】

[Boss Cen is very murderous. 】

[It's not surprising, I often go to stand outside the gate of the superhuman center, and the murderous supernatural beings come one after another. 】

[If you want me to say that Boss Cen must have fought on the battlefield, she doesn't care about life and death. 】

[A person with a bad background is working hard to grow up, a little inspirational. 】

"Don't scare us with poisonous oaths, the repeated resurrection of xenoplants is the evidence."

Cen Wen raised his face, moved the gun slightly away from his eyes, and carefully looked at the therapists opposite him.

"Aren't you all from majors?"

"Yes."

"You all go to the same school?"

"No."

"Okay, what school did you go to? Who was the principal at the time? How did you ensure the quality of teaching? How proud of teaching you a bunch of fake students?"