Here Comes the Immortal Swordsman

"Why go this way?"

　　 Wang Zhihu subconsciously raised his objection: "Should we not discuss it carefully?"

　　 Yun Wuhen was expressionless and silent.

　　 Lin Beichen glanced at the Xiangyan priest, and said, "There seems to be no restriction in the rules to educate disobedient players?"

　　 The fragrance priest was startled: "It doesn't seem to be there."

　　 "Oh, that would be easier."

　　 Lin Beichen walked forward and said, "Smile, beat him."

　　 "Good... good... good."

　　 The Fat Tiger, who had been following Lin Beichen, slowly turned around, and amidst the shocked expressions of Yun Wuhen and others, a fan-like slap was slapped on Wang Zhihu's face.

　　嘭.

Wang Zhihu didn't have the slightest chance to react. His whole head tilted like a cannonball. He was taken out hundreds of meters, turned 360 degrees in the air and 720 degrees backflip, and plunged into it. In the sand...

　　 Flying in the same direction as Lin Beichen.

　　 And Fat Tiger's mastery of power is from a second to a millisecond.

　　 This slap not only drove people out, but did not really hurt Wang Zhihu.

　　 so that Wang Zhihu got up from the yellow sand, except that his face was swollen and dizzy, he did not look so miserable.

　　 is not very harmful.

　　 is extremely insulting.

　　 "Smelly fool, how dare you hit me?"

　　 Wang Zhihu trembled all over, rushing over quickly.

Snapped.

　　 and then flew out again.

　　 The interval does not exceed three breaths.

　　 Repeat so.

　　 a total of four times.

　　 Wang Zhihu was flew out for a total of one kilometer.

　　 Now, not only Wang Zhihu himself, but even Yun Wuhen and the others understood that the strength of this fool was beyond their imagination.

　　 At least this kind of physical power, and the control of power, are beyond their reach.

　　 Yun Wuhen regretted endlessly, and made a secret mistake in his heart.

　　 Why didn't he notice that this fat fool turned out to be such a terrible character.

　　 "Leader, you can say something."

　　 Yun Wuhen looked at the Xiangyan priest.

　　The latter said without hesitation: "Do as he said."

"Ok."

　　 Yun Wuhen immediately agreed: "We listen to the team leader."

　　 It's a pity that the group leader listened to that little mess.

　　 Anyway, it can be regarded as a donkey by the slope, there are steps, everyone's faces will not be too ugly.

　　 As a result, Lin Beichen twisted his hair to ridicule without hesitation, and said, "Thief Sun, there is a kind of don't persuade you."

　　 Yun Wuhenqi almost died on the spot.

　　 This little chopsticks, take advantage of it and sell well.

　　 But, don’t be proud of you for too long.

　　 Yuan Wuhen's gaze, even on the fat tiger who was followed by Lin Beichen by this giant space backpack, wondered in his heart how to draw this fool back and kidnap him.

　　 fool.

　　 should be easy to kidnap.

　　Wait until the idiot becomes a member of his own camp, let's see how arrogant this ‘dog fights’ little **** is.

　　 A group of people walked forward quickly on the yellow sand.

　　 After about an incense stick time.

　　 "Here, dig."

　　 Lin Beichen pointed to an ordinary sand dune road.

　　 What does Yun Wuhen and others do not respond?

　　 Xiangyan priest also slightly startled.

　　What to dig?

While he was in doubt, it was as if Fat Tiger understood Lin Beichen's meaning all at once. Without hesitation, he bent down and pushed his **** up, with two big hands like a fan, like a spinning flywheel, directly on the sand dunes. Planed up.

　　 The yellow sand was lifted more than fifty meters away from its crotch.

　　The sand is flying.

　　 The digging posture is like a dog digging a hole.

　　 is very indecent.

　　Without the time of five breaths, Fat Tiger dug out half a sand dune directly, digging down five or six meters...

　　 "Puff, this is a fool."

　　 Wanyuan laughed.

　　 But the next moment, he was brutally slapped in the face.

　　 "Look for...find...found..."

　　 Fat Tiger stammered and straightened up.

　　 held a vaguely red human-shaped statue the size of a palm in his hand.

　　 "Mission idol?"

　　 Yun Wuhen let out an incredible exclamation.

　　 For an instant, all eyes were focused on the idol in Fat Hu's hand.

　　 Absolutely.

　　 This is the first stage of the mission idol.

　　 This... is it so easy to find?

"show me."

　　 Lin Beichen stretched out his hand.

　　In a flash, he looked at Fathu's face again.

　　 will refuse, right?

　　 It's impossible to agree.

　　Don't lie, this rare task item is too difficult to find, who would give it to others easily?

　　 Wanyuan, Wang Zhihu and others roared frantically in their hearts.

　　 But in the next moment, Fat Tiger handed over the idol without hesitation.

　　 Lin Beichen's hand sank.

　　 is very heavy.

　　 is like a hill.

　　 The dark red color is like a blood clot that has dried up for countless years. The surface is smooth and does not stick to sand. The carved lines are very ordinary, like the work of a roadside craftsman.

　　 is in the form of a human, wearing armor, his face is vague, and he has no weapons.

　　 Infused with divine power, no response.

The only characteristic of 　　 is that it is hard enough.

　　 "This thing can only be used to smash people, right?"

　　 Lin Beichen bumped the ‘mission idol’ in his hand, then threw it to the Xiangyan priest, and said, "Look at it?"

　　 The corners of the fragrance priest’s mouth draw a graceful curve.

　　 pinched the idol in his hand, observed for a moment, smiled and handed it back to Lin Beichen.

　　 "Let me take a look too."

　　 Yun Wuhen suddenly said.

　　 "Do you deserve it too? Go out and play with eggs."

　　 Lin Beichen refused without hesitation and handed the statue to Fat Tiger again.

　　The latter is skillfully placed in the space backpack.

　　 "They are all teammates, show us what's wrong?" Wang Zhihu said loudly, "You are too stingy? You can lose a piece of meat? Don't think..."

　　 "Beat."

　　 Lin Beichen Road.

　　 Fat Tiger screamed, knowing instantly, and slapped out a fan-like palm.

Snapped.

　　Wang Zhihu flew out more than a hundred meters for the third time, plunged into the yellow sand, and his **** was exposed...

　　 "The direction is wrong."

　　 Lin Beichen waved his hand in the opposite direction and said, "Over there."

　　 "Good... good... good."

　　 Fat Tiger ran flexibly like a desert monitor lizard, pulled out a thread, and rushed past like lightning, slapped Wang Zhihu, who had just pulled out of the sand, to the direction Lin Beichen pointed out.

　　BIU~~

　　 In the faint sound of the human body breaking through the air, Yun Wuhen and others shuddered.

　　 Whatever he wanted to say, he immediately swallowed it back into his stomach.

　　 Why is this fool so strong?

　　 No, you must fool him into your camp.

　　 It's best to let him become his own iron, and follow his advice.

　　 Yun Wuhen swears in his heart.

　　 A trace of people followed the direction Lin Beichen pointed out, hurried for hundreds of miles, and came to an equally ordinary sand dune.

　　 "Dig."

　　 "Good... good... good."

　　 A similar scene was staged again.

　　Without ten breaths, Fat Tiger dug up another idol.

　　 The whole process is as relaxed as potatoes in a vegetable field.

　　The key is that, whether it is the Xiangyan priest or Yun Wuhen and others, there is no difference between this sand dune and other sand dunes, why can they dig out the ‘mission idol’.

　　 But the things that shocked them were fortunately behind.

"This way……"

　　 "Dig."

　　 "Go, here..."

　　 "Stop, dig."

　　 "Take it away, go over there... Okay, right here."

　　 "Dig."

　　As Lin Beichen changed directions again and again, he continuously directed Fat Tiger to dig out a ‘Mission Deity’ from under different sand dunes and rocks. The Xiangyan priest, Yun Wuhen and others were completely sluggish.

What is 　　 doing?

　　What are you two doing?

　　 We have to do a task.

　　 We are not here to pick up carrots and dig potatoes.

　　 Within half a day, nine ‘Mission God’s statues’ were dug up.

　　 This time the second round of the God’s Choice contest is almost like shopping and traveling, without the slightest challenge.

　　 Xiangyan priest looked at Lin Beichen's eyes as if he was looking at a monster.

　　 She suddenly understood a little bit vaguely, why this guy, in the preliminary round, was able to get so many points-he must have done something that others could not understand.

　　 If it weren’t for the harshness of the God’s Choice contest and no cheating, the Xiangyan priests would doubt that these ‘mission statues’ were buried by Jian Xiaoyao.

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