I'm really not immortal

Chapter 96 Guarding the corpse (4 more)
In the melee.

Zhao Qingchan went left and right and began to kill the players in black.

His sword light flashed again, and five more people died under his sword.

The knife wind came from behind.

He turned around to avoid it, cut the man's throat with a sword, and the blood and head flew into the air at the same time.

next second.

Wudang's soft palm slapped the sideways player on the face.

Zhao Qingchan moved under his feet, the ground burst into the shape of a spider web, and his speed suddenly increased, so he pressed the man's head with one hand and rushed into the crowd.

Bang bang bang.

Many players were thrown off their feet when they were hit.

The 72-hand life-threatening serial sword was used.

Dazzling sword lights pierced out.

A player fell like a stake.

It can even be said that today's players are not as strong as wooden stakes, they are simply a group of dominoes.

This also caused Zhao Qingchan to have a clearly visible line of blood behind him no matter where he rushed.

But the spectators who stood on the high ground were all stunned.

no way.

The current players are just swipe with a sword, and there is no eye-catching operation at all.

But his sword was too fast.

His sword skills are so handsome.

His swordsmanship is simply used by a serious NPC...

And Zhao Qingchan was able to slaughter them like chickens with only the internal breath of the upper third rank.

He doesn't even need to use lightness kung fu, he can easily dodge those attacks just by relying on the high attribute of body skills.

Not to mention that he has the 'Tianyantong' full of special effects from the 'Nine Yin Scriptures', which doesn't even need to be used.

This is one-sided massacre.

30 people.

40 people.

50 people.

Just 3 minutes.

Fully half of the players in black died on the spot, and dropped money and equipment all over the floor.

Players who watched the live broadcast in the small town and on the forum were dumbfounded.

"Damn it, you're a big guy on the list, cowhide."

"Brother Cicada is so terrifying, I'm sick, I'm sick."

"Young lady, I'm going to get wet..."

"?"

"By the way, the black-clothed gang leader and the black hand are masters, what about others?"

"A face-to-face black hand was killed by the top one, is this also called a master?"

What is a master?

In the eyes of different people, the word master is different.

Players play games.

But Zhao Qingchan practiced martial arts.

Oh, he is a cultivator.

"It can't be done, it can't be done, what kind of pervert is this, brothers, get out quickly." Some people didn't want to die here in vain, and shouted to run away.

"Gah, which bastard said on the forum that he has a superficial appearance, I'm so mad."

"The hero doesn't suffer from the immediate loss, and runs away separately. He still wants to kill us all by himself?"

The voice fell.

The remaining 20 or so black-clothed players ran in all directions, not forgetting to curse before leaving.

At this time, many melon eaters thought that the war had come to an end.

But Zhao Qingchan waved his sleeves, and the flying knife hidden under the robe appeared in front of everyone.

moment.

The flying knives shot all over the sky in all directions.

The strongest trick of the Sky Demon Soul Chaser Knife.

Heaven and Earth Network.

Swish swish.

There were piercing sounds that pierced the space.

Immediately afterwards, there was a dull sound of falling to the ground.

However, in just 5 minutes of fighting, more than 100 players from the Black Clothes Gang were all killed.

The players fell silent.

Zhao Qingchan pointed to the corpses, equipment, and copper coins all over the floor, and said: "The guys in black are dogs, whoever picks up these equipment counts."

"The leader of the list is cowhide."

"Fuck, it's true love this time."

The players in the small town grinned happily and rushed to the battlefield, starting to lick their equipment.

Of course, they don't just lick gear.

Every time I lick a piece of equipment, I don’t forget to lick it, Brother Cicada is so handsome.

But having said that, as long as you are a player, Brother Cicada's way of dividing up the spoils is cool.

And his purpose of doing this is naturally another purpose.

A certain player's eyes lit up, and when he saw where he was rushing, he couldn't help shouting: "Damn it, the leader of the list is going to block the resurrection point?"

"Brilliant!"

"Go to Yizhuang quickly, go to Yizhuang to watch the excitement."

"You guys go, I'll help you lick your equipment."

"Yi Zhuang is equipped with explosive equipment, you guys go quickly."

"Hey, can there be a little trust between people, I need you to pick it up for me?"

Ever since, when they came to Yizhuang again, they saw corpses all over the ground lying near the entrance of Yizhuang.

Brother Chan waved his hand, and the casual players happily licked his equipment and licked him again.

Inside Yizhuang.

Black Hand, the leader of the black gang, has been resurrected for the second time.

He clenched his fists full of anger, and stood crowded inside the yizhuang with a group of gangsters, staring fixedly at Zhao Qingchan at the door, cursing angrily: "Fuck, play a game, you really will kill everyone!" chant?"

"Bah, bet on the resurrection point by relying on the best internal strength in the world? What kind of quality."

"By bullying others, be careful of retribution."

"The leader of the list slaughtered the trumpet, everyone, come and see."

Gee.

This situation is too common in the game.

Some people are cheap.

You got into trouble that you shouldn't have caused, you were killed, and you were stuck at the resurrection point, so you started to say that you bullied people.

Unfortunately, it turns out that the eyes of the masses are bloody.

All the casual players who picked up the equipment all helped and said: "The black gang is really shameless. They want to kill people, but they start cursing when they are killed instead?"

"Garbage gang, don't let me see it in the future."

"That's right, a bunch of garbage who collect money to disturb the order of the game, do you still have the face to speak?"

Players who don't speak out to help.

Who is he, Zhao Qingchan?

He is not only a leader in the list.

As long as he needs it, he can also become the number one troll at any time.

Brother Chan never reasoned with sand sculptures.

He just moved out a stone pier and sat at the entrance of Yizhuang, pointing at each of them and saying, "Garbage, garbage, garbage, garbage, garbage, garbage..."

"Tao, who are you scolding, we just don't have enough manpower, what are you pretending to be here."

"You wait for me, we will shake people right away."

"Trash shake the trash, I'll wait for the trash here." Brother Chan raised his eyebrows~
"Zhao Qingchan, are you a hob meat?" Hei Shou stomped his feet angrily and shouted.

Zhao Qingchan took down his wine gourd and took a sip, then continued to laugh disregarding sex and said, "One trash, two trash, three trash, four trash, there's a lot of trash."

"Fuck, get out of the way, I'll go inside to rest, this bitch is too annoying." Black Hand wanted to go inside.

But the other players in black said with a bitter face: "Boss, the Yizhuang is full, and I really can't get in."

Hei Shou glared at Zhao Qingchan viciously: "Okay, then wait here and see who can consume more than whom. Be careful, our brothers are here, I guarantee you can't eat and walk around."

"Garbage looking for garbage, there is no room for so much garbage in Yizhuang."

Zhao Qingchan had only one tactic when facing hundreds of trolls, and that was hob meat.

This thing is psychological warfare. As long as the psychological quality is good enough and there is enough patience, a hob meat can definitely explode a lot of popularity.

As a congenital master, Lin Shixian also had the urge to beat him up after listening to the muttering all night.

What's more, this group of ordinary players?
So ever.

Zhao Qingchan continued to spend time with them from noon to night.

Late at night.

Zhao Qingchan lit a bonfire, said hello on the forum, and asked Wudang players to spend coppers to send him a letter to Feige.

He didn't even read the letter. He grabbed the pigeon and skillfully plucked it, bled it, lit a bonfire and started roasting it.

At the same time, he also took out many bottles and jars from the package, which seemed to be a lot of condiments.

Immediately.

Whether it was the sand sculptures in black or the players who watched the excitement, they were dumbfounded by his operation.

"Can pigeons still use this?"

"Pigeon paper is so cute, why do you want to eat pigeons?"

"By the way, does anyone buy a pigeon and send me a letter, I'm hungry too..."

It's a pity that they obviously don't want pigeons, so someone has the appeal to send flying pigeons immediately.

And not for a while.

Roast pigeon is also cooked.

Zhao Qingchan sprinkled some condiments on it.

for a while.

The fragrance is overflowing.

The sound of gurgling gurgling kept coming out, and the player in black who was still struggling was really hungry.

Because there is a 'saturation' on the player attribute panel.

They died twice just now, let alone food, all their equipment has been exploded, and their satiety has long since returned to zero.

Even if I don't eat something, I won't starve to death in Yizhuang, but I feel uncomfortable in my stomach, it's true.

As for roast pigeon?
Lighting a bonfire in a cemetery full of people is not roasting pigeons, but roasting yourself.

"Hiss, it smells so good." Zhao Qingchan took a bite of the pigeon meat, took another sip of the wine, and gestured meanly to those people.

"Grass, it's just a game. If you don't eat it, you can die? At worst, you will go offline." Hei Shou pouted, sitting in the crowd and sulking.

Zhao Qingchan smiled and said nothing, but handed over a pigeon instead.

Hei Shou cautiously glanced at the lifeline at the gate of Yizhuang, and didn't dare to go out at all, but said stubbornly: "Don't eat, just go."

"Snapped."

A certain black-clothed player's hand was hurt, and he said aggrievedly: "Boss, if you don't eat, I will."

"Go away, can you have some ambition?"

"Ow."

In fact, Zhao Qingchan still has more operations that are useless.

Throwing horse dung, firecrackers, and stones into Yizhuang...

If he is really in a hurry, then he doesn't need to care about his reputation, he just ignites Yizhuang and destroys it immediately.

Unfortunately, this operation will attract the attention of the court, which is equivalent to destroying public property.

Even if the player uses the Disguise Technique, it will be difficult to escape the pursuit of those real masters.

If you don't have real skills, don't use such excessive means.

But well.

Brother Cicada is not a player...

Of course, Zhao Shaoxia didn't want to expose this trick so quickly, he just wanted to hang out with them for a while, disgusting this group of people.

The wicked have their own grind.

Who is worse than him?

Brother Cicada was never afraid of anyone.

But the players near the town suddenly exclaimed.

Zhao Qingchan also opened the forum and glanced.

That is……

The Emei faction suddenly triggered a new plot task, and now they are facing a very difficult situation, requiring many players to act as death squads.

Zhao Qingchan was also a little surprised: "Mingjiao has two brushes, and they even attracted a lot of zombies to block the way?"

"It's interesting, I have to participate in this."

because,

Zombies.

What's more, the wild zombies attracted here are often rich, nobles, princes, etc., so they are very likely to burst out with top-quality equipment.

……

ps: 3000 words, please recommend tickets, monthly tickets.

The first order is poor, and the mood is not good, so let's make an update. There is still 1 update tonight, and today is still 5 updates.

(End of this chapter)