time up.
The city lord's voice suddenly sounded, waking up You Long who was immersed in the depths of his memories.
Um. You Long replied that he was taciturn. He was not a talkative person to begin with. Recently, after making friends with the Howl of the Wind Wolf group, his expressions have become richer.
Let's go. The city lord stretched out his fat and round fingers and flicked them.
A purple light ball popped out by him, and it looked exactly like the usual entrance to the dungeon.
The fat city lord stood up, shaking his body, making the corners of You Long's eyes twitch slightly. But he didn't say anything, and followed the city lord into the entrance of the space and disappeared.
… …
Look, isn’t this coming
This is a large room.
There were only six chairs in the room, arranged in a hexagonal shape, surrounding the middle.
Five chairs were occupied and only one was empty.
Suddenly, a fat man appeared out of thin air on the empty chair, almost bursting the entire chair.
One of the people sitting on the chair smiled and said: We were just discussing whether Fatty, you are not feeling well and can't come, haha. The speaker was an old man. Most of the hair on his head had fallen out, but his body was very strong. He sat straight on the chair and his face was bright and energetic.
snort.
Old man, don't be so happy yet. Fatty like me can't do this kind of shrinking back from battle.
The man known as the old man chuckled and touched the few remaining whiskers on his chin: It seems that the fat man is very confident this time? The fat man had a livid face and said nothing.
The people on the side smiled bitterly, and one of them said: Who would have the confidence to beat the little monster under the old man? The speaker was thin and had a gray beard that reached to his chest.
Hearing what the Taoist said, the old man couldn't help but feel proud.
I agree with what the Taoist said, my God, that little monster under the old man has won twelve consecutive games. A man with a colorful face painted like a clown shouted exaggeratedly.
The fat man's face became even more unkind as he listened to everyone's words: Old man, you are so confident, do you dare to bet with me
The old man said softly and said in surprise: What are you betting on
It depends on whether your little monster can win against me this time!
The old man narrowed his eyes slightly, he was very experienced. Is this fat man suddenly so confident this time
What's the stakes
Five thousand.
When he heard five thousand, the old man's expression also changed, and his tone was meaningful: It seems that the fat man is full of confidence this time. In this case, I won't bet. Let's just stick to the original plan. The fat man sneered twice: It seems that the old man is not so confident in that little monster! In this case, let's forget this. I'll win for you. As usual, five, right? The fat man's face was extremely mocking. He waved his right hand and five balls of light floated on his hand.
The Taoist, the clown and others all fell silent and watched the show.
The old man still didn't say a word, but his eyes were fixed on the fat man, as if he wanted to see through the flowers.
A drop of cold sweat.
It appeared from Fatty's forehead, but within half a second of its appearance, it was dissipated by Fatty's strength.
The old man smiled.
The smile was full of confidence: Since the fat man is so confident, old man, I will go crazy with you once! Bet!
Wow! !
The other four people were shocked.
Five thousand is a huge gesture!
They can't even save 5,000 for one or two years! This can be regarded as a gamble of one or two years at once.
The fat man is brave enough! A middle-aged man on the side patted his thigh. Everyone knew that he was the best friend of the fat man. But what he was wearing was the fur of an unknown beast, which was none other than a savage.
The savage smiled heartily and said: Okay, both sides will bet in the end. Those of us who are watching the battle are naturally unavoidable, right? Who wants to bet with me? When the Taoist heard this, he smiled slightly: How to bet? Are you betting with us alone
The last person is very strange, with a vertical eye on his forehead.
Three eyes cherish words like gold: Press on the old man, ten.
The clown grinned: Old man, twenty.
The Taoist smiled slightly: I'll just bet five. Even those who lost to the old man on the field are good, there are also five.
The savage nodded: "Five thousand fat men dare to bet. You are only thirty-five, and I will bet with you."
The fat man on the side smiled, stretched out his fat hand and patted the savage on the shoulder.
Then let’s get started.
The six of them lowered their heads at the same time, towards the center of the hexagon where they were lined up.
A light mask shone brightly, but the light mask was only half as high as their calves.
In the photomask, two small photomasks stand at both ends.
… …
You Long opened his eyes and found himself inside a light mask.
This is the arena. After winning every battle in the arena, You Long also has a lot of experience in the arena. At this time, a voice came from the mask: Boy, I just said it. This battle is up to you. If I win, I get something extra in return. If you lose...just lose, you and I will cancel it all.
You Long was a little surprised, how could this penniless city lord suddenly become so friendly.
I try my best. You Long slowly put on his mask.
He was used to fighting under the mask, and the fiery red mask imprinted on his face brought a slightly cold touch, making his mind seem to calm down.
Time is counting down.
three.
two.
one.
The mask disappears.
Two people rush out!
What You Long faced was streaks of golden light.
That's the light brought by the opponent's loose blond hair!
But the opponent's face was hazy, as if it had been mosaic. The opponent didn't mean to size him up, and held a thick spear in his right hand.
That's different from Youlong's gun.
Youlong's spear is an ancient spear, an oriental spear with a shaft and a blade at the tip.
But the spear in the opponent's hand is an ancient Western knight's spear! The gun barrel... can't be regarded as a gun barrel, it's a very long handle. The gun body is a slender cone shape. It's like a slender cone of metal mounted on a long handle. The knight's gun does not have a blade, so there is no cutting attack, and it mainly focuses on stabbing.
Boom! ! The knight's spear seemed to cut through the space, and with a thunder, it arrived in front of You Long almost instantly! There was a flash of lightning left in the space that the knight's spear passed through, and the entire knight's spear, with its shining lightning, stabbed Youlong fiercely!
Although this blow was extremely fast, Youlong's reaction was not slow and he slowly took three steps back. These three steps seemed as slow as an old man's, but they were exquisite. At this time, the spear in his hand was swung horizontally.
Snow in front of the door.
The skill with the fastest casting speed and the fastest cooldown.
Keng!
A clash of spears.
After the collision between skills and skills, they dissipate at the same time.
The blond boy was obviously surprised. He obviously didn't expect that his opponent could block his quick shot.
But Youlong did not.
The body rotates vertically forward like a tornado!
snowstorm!