"Two items at auction!" Everyone thought about each other. Facing such a big cake of this level, even the Tyrannosaurus rex, who has always been ignorant of money, couldn't help feeling a little bit of pressure.
Ouyang Rong can guarantee peace of mind about this. After all, he is not a Graylander, and he doesn't need the survival equipment that Graylanders crave, even if he finally gets two auction items, if he doesn't exchange it for real-world currency, that's it. Useless.
Furthermore, the gray domain does not even have a formal two-way channel with the white market, let alone exchange currency.
"I only need one auction item to deliver to the employer." Ouyang Rong thought so, so instead of exposing his hole cards because of unknown interests, he decided to put hidden strength first. .
"No problem, since Master Miao is so generous, then we can't help but show face." Zhu smiled, her delicate and petite face revealed a hint of charm, just like a poisonous snake lurking in a heavy rain, and finally found a target that could be assassinated. generally.
"Very well, I look forward to your performance." Miao Jun regained his former composure and smiled softly.
The Tyrannosaurus rex was also unsure of his idea, so he ran back into the house and started to discuss with the nerd.
After a while, when the Tyrannosaurus rex returned to the deck, the green bloodstains that were left on the hull of the Grey Ge Feather were completely washed away by the heavy rain, and the rotted corpses were also kicked by the old butler. You are not polite. Kicking back into the dark clouds, as to whether the corpses fell to the ground or were left by the owner of the minefield as spare food, that was not an issue they could care about.
When the sky that hadn't sounded for a long time, when lightning and thunder crossed here, the stalemate was finally broken with the appearance of the minefield owner.
"Let's keep on having fun, food!"
The owner of the minefield, a five-hundred-year-old four-winged black rot, saw it flapping its four rotten wings, laughing wildly at the people on the deck.
Immediately, the black rots who were already ready swooped down along with the laughter of the owner of the minefield.
That terrifying scene and aura, it is definitely not an exaggeration to use the locusts crossing the border as a metaphor.
Those fakes turned into dark clouds are not much worse than the real ones in terms of speed. The contact between the two parties is started by Ouyang Rong throwing a Yang Qi-pointed gun, just like ringing gongs and drums, completely kicking off the curtain of continuing the battle. .
Ouyang Rong's Yang Qi spear rushed straight into the sky, and wherever he passed, the black rot caused by the dark clouds burst and dissipated in the torrential rain.
"Even if the speed is not slow, it is not a real body after all." In addition to Ouyang Rong, everyone else also came to the same conclusion with this shot.
When the distance between Wu Fu and the deck was less than 50 meters, in the palms of Ouyang Rong's hands, two yang qi burst out again, forming two yang qi pointed spears.
With the two spears dexterously dancing, Ouyang Rong changed from the impact to stabilize the situation at the moment of contact with the Wufu army.
"Something's wrong!" Not long after contacting the Wufu army, everyone realized that the situation was wrong. To ask why, we can only say that these fake Wufu are really weak and unreasonable. In addition to being faster, regardless of attacking or attacking. Defense can't be compared with the real, it's wrong, it should be said that there is no comparable value at all.
For a time, the people who were entangled with countless black rots were very vigilant, but even so, some people still suffered from the attacks hidden in the black rot army.
The sharp claws intersected with the Yang Qi spear, making an extremely harsh sound, "Sure enough!" Ouyang Rong laughed deeply, thanks to his timely guessing of the minefield owner's intentions, otherwise it would really be possible to be recruited today.
"The food is just a little bit interesting."
"Want to run!"
Ouyang Rong shot it away and directly pierced the black rot who was fighting with him, but in the next second, this black rot disappeared like other fake black rot.
"Are these all clones that can be converted freely?" Ouyang Rong gritted his teeth. After thinking about the methods of the minefield master, the balance of the situation did not tilt towards them.
"Mu Rong, are you okay!" Miao Jun danced the soft sword that had been wrapped around his waist, quickly clearing the fake black rot near him.
"Everyone must be careful. Although these black rots are just an empty shell, they can be used as clones of the four-winged black rot!" Ouyang Rong cleaned up the fake black rot all over his body while shouting to everyone and communicating information.
After hearing Ouyang Rong's words, everyone immediately understood the most appropriate way to deal with it. Then speed up the cleaning up of these fake black rot, and don't give the minefield owner a chance to approach a sneak attack.
The power of the mountain is not too strong, but it can be said to be more than enough to clean up the existence of these bubbles.
"Bamboo, back!" The mountain looks dull, but in fact it is extremely careful. Even if the fake black rot is possessed in a blind spot in his field of vision, he can use some subtle changes to see the owner of the minefield’s goal of possession, and give it to him. The partner's greatest help.
After Hearing Shan's reminder, Zhu didn't hesitate. The dagger in his hand instantly slashed behind his back. With a clear sound of collision, the minefield owner's second sneak attack was also successfully broken.
In the dark clouds, the owner of the minefield panted slightly. This conversion between clones required a lot of energy, not to mention that when they were not able to handle it twice in a row and were almost killed, even if it was an extremely arrogant minefield. The owner also felt a little pressure.
"It's not easy," the owner of the minefield murmured to himself. Under his control, the dark clouds and clouds were splitting every moment. Every second, there would be a large number of fake black rots killing everyone on the deck. go.
"The food with bare hands, although alone, seems to have a terrifying instinct to fight."
"The spear-playing food has extremely sophisticated martial arts, no flaws in it, and it's not easy to do."
"The remaining four foods take care of each other in pairs."
"Tsk, there is a mere pile of food, but the sky is my place for Flying Monster!"
The owner of the minefield silently figured out how to eat the people on the deck, but the more it thought about it, the more pressure it felt.
Its four wings patted the air lightly, and it was rare that there was food that was willing to bring it to the door. The owner of the minefield didn't want to let the feather of the grey ge away easily.
"The longer the time delay, the higher the possibility of their escape." The owner of the minefield had a lot of calculations, except that he made a mistake, that is, underestimating the two middle-aged people, Miao Jun and Muran, to it. The revenge on the minefield still turned into obsession.
"Can't drag on!" The owner of the minefield silently made up his mind. While continuing to create fake black rot, he also began to prepare for the use of his hole cards.
And this trump card is the rare treasure he desperately grabbed from the hands of the two major forces thirty years ago. (End of this chapter)