Doomsday Master

Yan Chengjiu froze in place for a while.

Even the onlookers have to touch their conscience to say that Yan Chengjiu's performance is not bad, and they may not be able to do better than Yan Chengjiu's. Blame Xie Qiuhong's ability is too weird and unexpected.

Everyone's eyes were on Xie Qiuhong's hair. How could he guard against the cut hair?

If you accidentally lose all the game, you are trapped in the net and you seem to have reached the end of the road.

A touch of triumph appeared on Xie Qiuhong's face. At least most of the people present could not crack her tricks, and she was not afraid that people would know it, because even if she knew it, her hair could continue to regenerate by ruining her hair that was chopped off. Left and right are just a matter of time.

The more at this time, the more you can't be anxious.

Yan Chengjiu quietly looked at the net of these hairs, and quickly calculated in his mind the way he could get out.

Seeing Yan Chengjiu calm down, Xie Qiuhong didn't rush to do it. After all, their purpose is to compete, not to kill each other. She is a person who has experienced five or six missions to bully someone new to a team mission for the first time, and it is not very pleasant to say it. However, she still appreciates Yan Chengjiu's ability. She didn't show much panic at this juncture, and this concentration alone was hard to come by.

"It seems that the victory or defeat has been divided." Huang Lang glanced at Xie Qiuhong with satisfaction, and intentionally or unconsciously glanced in the direction where Zuoying and Wang Wenjing were. No, the quality is not as good as it is, which is embarrassing.” After finishing speaking, Huang Lang looked at Zuoying still intently, “Leader Zuo, are you right?”

Zuoying, who is trying to persuade Ah Jin:...

"The outcome is undecided, is Captain Huang too anxious?" Zuo Ying said angrily.

Huang Lang pointed, "Is this still undivided? If this little brother can get away within the next ten minutes, even if we lose."

"What happens after you lose?" Ah Jin took a step forward. "It's too much pediatrics to just verbally decide whether to win or lose. Why don't you add some color?"

"How to add it?" Huang Lang couldn't help but solemnly cast a three-pointer when he saw Ah Jin stand up.

Although he didn't personally see how powerful this Ah Jin was, both Zuoying Xie Qiuhong liked him very much. At this juncture, Zuoying was busy talking to him first, showing its value.

Bing the idea that what others don't want is not necessarily a bad thing, but the idea that what others are vying for must be a good thing, Huang Lang decided to be more tolerant to Ajin.

Ah Jin slowly took out a card with a black and gold cover from his space ring, facing Huang Lang and Zuoying on the front of the card, "I bet that Yan Chengjiu can get out within ten minutes, and the color head is this one. [ Unlimited ammunition]."

Infinite ammunition card, B-level props, suitable for any thermal weapon, even a device with a nuclear bomb, it can be reissued unlimited times with this card. However, once a weapon is loaded with this card, it cannot be replaced. There are also many thermal weapons that not only require bullets, but also require a lot of users themselves. Therefore, although this card has a powerful effect, it can only be considered Among the B-level props.

But even so, for the Huang Lang Zuoying and others present, the B-level props are already enough to make people jealous and cannibalize.

They are just the brigade-level, and the best is the corps-level substitutes. The B-level items don’t necessarily have even the official corps-level task force. At this moment, they appear so carelessly in their eyes. Jumped out of the bed with a heartache.

The people on the court all turned their eyes to Ah Jin, to be precise, it was the card in his hand.

Even Wang Wenjing, who doesn't like hot weapons, and Xie Qiuhong, who are fighting, are the same.

It doesn't matter if you don't need this card, you can exchange other B-level items with others, and you can always exchange for something you like.

Just a lottery, A Jin can come up with such a powerful thing, so how many good things are there on his body? What will his identity be?

Although they are fascinated by this thing, they are not new people who know nothing, know who can provoke and who can't. If you want to eat black, you have to see if you have this ability!

"I can't afford the color of the B-level props." Huang Lang said.

"According to the rules, five C-level items can also be exchanged." Jin shrugged, "If I don't want to, I can change to a C-level item and play with you."

"Mr. Ajin, can I add one to this bet?" Wang Wenjing took out a scroll, "My [Huofeng Liaoyuan] is only a C-level, but it is a rare group attack scroll. When we get to the insect city, It is bound to play a role that is not lost to the B-level."

"...Not enough." A Jin glanced at Wang Wenjing, "One more."

Wang Wenjing gritted his teeth and looked at the B-level card in A Jin's hand. [Huofeng Liaoyuan] The scroll is already regarded as her treasure at the bottom of the box, or something that the captain rewarded her when she was promoted to the deputy captain, and she has always been reluctant to use it. But she also knew that recently their wild fox team planned to go to another corps, and if it went well, they could still maintain their team in the corps, and the deputy commander of that corps just lacked such an [Infinite Ammunition] card. If she can get it, the benefits will only be more than this card.

"I also have a fire bead here." Wang Wenjing took off the necklace from her neck and took off the bead. "C-level props."

A Jin glanced at the fire bead, then reluctantly nodded, "Just these two."

"Wait." Not to be outdone, Zuo Ying and Huang Lang took out their own things one after another. They were all C-level props, the quality did not exceed [Huofeng Liaoyuan], but fortunately the quantity was acceptable.

I won't lose anyway, so it doesn't hurt to let them take advantage.

Akin reluctantly agreed, "Yes."

When Ah Jin nodded, Huang Lang was not happy again, "Mr. Ah Jin, you only have one thing, and the three of us bet against you. Then who will this card count for?"

"Then we gamble on time." A Jin replied calmly, "Whoever said that the closer the time is, the one who wins."

"Then I bet he can't leave." Huang Lang pointed at Yan Chengjiu and said, "Qiu Hong is absolutely impossible to lose. If this kid opens his mouth to admit defeat, even if I win."

Wang Wenjing looked at Huang Lang, and then at Yan Chengjiu, "I bet for an hour."

Zuo Ying first said A Jin's initial bet, "Then I'll bet for ten minutes."

In this way, at least he and Wang Wenjing have a much better chance of winning. Since Ah Jin dared to bet with them like this, I am afraid that Yan Chengjiu still has some mysteries in him.

A Jin looked at Zuo Ying with a faint smile, then randomly turned his head to look at Yan Chengjiu and said, "Yan Chengjiu, can you get out of danger in a few minutes? My wealth is all on you."

When Yan Chengjiu heard Ah Jin's words, he didn't want to answer him. Did he ask his opinion when he made a bet?

"You won one." Akin added.

Those are all C-level props!

"Five minutes." Yan Chengjiu replied without hesitation.

Huang Lang laughed out loud, this is really interesting, five minutes?

Go dreaming!

"Then I'll bet for four minutes." Ah Jin looked at his wrist decently, regardless of whether there was a watch on it, "Just counting from now, four minutes."

"Can you start?"

"Start!"

When Yan Chengjiu heard the beginning of their shouts, he didn't want to say anything anymore. Give him one minute for nothing for no reason. The one minute difference is a big difference, okay?

Xie Qiuhong knew that this trip was not a trivial matter, so she didn't want to attack Yan Chengjiu's things at all. Instead, she focused her energy on the weaving network and trapped Yan Chengjiu to admit defeat!

The first minute.

Holding a knife in his hand, Yan Chengjiu suddenly jumped up.

"Looking for death!" Xie Qiu's red hair swayed, and the hair on it rolled over towards Yan Chengjiu.

Those strands of hair were laid on top of each other, and Yan Chengjiu rushed upward, and countless scars were directly scratched by those strands of hair on his shoulders. The hair was directly embedded in his flesh and blood, and the Night Sword shrank instantly. Cut the strands of hair on the shoulders, directly surrounded by Xie Qiuhong's hair.

The second minute.

Yan Chengjiu let go of the night-breaking knife in his hand, and the palm of the burning fire patted his hair directly.

Xie Qiuhong sneered, manipulating another strand of hair to directly penetrate Yan Chengjiu's shoulder.

Yan Chengjiu pulled the hair out of his shoulders with his backhand. With a squeak, his entire arm was dislocated, and he crawled through the gap in the hair.

This dense net trapped Yan Chengjiu, but also trapped Xie Qiuhong himself!

If Xie Qiuhong wanted to attack Yan Chengjiu with her hair again, she had to open a gap in the net and let her hair in.

It just so happens that Yan Chengjiu's bone reduction skills are not bad.

The third minute.

Yan Chengjiu kept close to Xie Qiuhong in the direction the hair came in. Xie Qiuhong's hair had to go through the hairnet if he wanted to recycle it. This gave Yan Chengjiu a chance.

Damn it!

Only a baby can go through such a small opening. How did this kid get here when his shoulders are bleeding constantly?

Seeing that Yan Chengjiu was getting closer and closer to her, Xie Qiuhong simply cut off the hair that had not been taken back and re-woven the hair net.

The fourth minute.

The road ahead has been blocked, and Yan Chengjiu can only choose another road.

Xie Qiuhong has learned well this time and keeps editing the network more detailed, but he is unwilling to attack Yan Chengjiu anymore.

Yan Chengjiu continued to resort to all kinds of palm techniques, and the net only vibrated slightly, which was not very effective.

Zuo Ying's eyes grew slightly, and four minutes were about to pass. As long as he trapped Yan Chengjiu until the seventh minute, he would win!

The corner of Ajin's mouth hooked.

The outcome is determined!

There are ten seconds left in the fourth minute.

Ten, nine, eight...

Yan Chengjiu suddenly stopped, as if the struggle just now hadn't happened.

"I won." Yan Chengjiu looked at A Jin and said.

"What are you playing..." Before Huang Lang finished speaking, he suddenly heard a muffled grunt.

Xie Qiuhong stuck a thumb-sized knife in his chest for some reason, and went deep into his chest.

The owner of the hair has been in a coma, and the hair has naturally lost its effectiveness.

The hair in the air fell to the ground one after another, turning the ground black again.