Xiao Zhi saw many people die in front of him, including enemies and friendly troops.
On such a huge battlefield, the number of warriors who died in his hands was, after all, only a minority.
He saw a powerful warrior trapped in a tight siege, and was besieged and died.
He saw a weak person break through in a desperate situation, increase his strength and kill a strong enemy.
He saw that Ling Xiu could kill dozens or even hundreds of people in one shot.
He saw the golden elixir realm monks from the enemy and ours fighting each other in mid-air. The aftermath of the battle alone killed dozens or hundreds of people below.
However, the number of times the Golden Core Realm monks fought was very small. Most of the time, they were supervising the battle in mid-air and directing the battle.
The battlefield is cruel, and people are dying every moment.
Even those as powerful as Taoist monks are in danger of falling on the battlefield.
Today's battle was even more intense than yesterday, with countless casualties, blood, and corpses that made Xiao Zhi feel a little numb.
At dusk, under the orders of their respective commanders, the armies of the two countries stopped fighting and began to retreat.
After returning to camp, all the players seemed very silent. Even Duan Yi, who had yelled the loudest before, seemed a little silent now.
Xiao Zhi counted the number of players.
When they went to the battlefield, the player team, including Xiao Zhi, had a total of 204 people. One day passed, and now there are 151 people left, and 53 people died in the battle.
Not too much, but not too little either.
Fortunately, people familiar to Xiao Zhi, Li Pingfeng, Duan Yi, Xie Ke, including Yang Bin, all survived.
It's normal to survive. After all, Li Pingfeng and the others are not weak, and they all have innate ninth-level strength.
On the battlefield, as long as an innate ninth-level warrior avoids Taoist monks and doesn't get surrounded by enemy troops, it will be difficult for him to die.
As night fell, an oil lamp was burning in Xiao Zhi's tent.
Duan Yi opened his mouth and said: "After fighting for a day, I depleted my body's true energy more than a dozen times and took more than a dozen Qi Gathering Pills before I got 157 points of merit. I am weak and the physical attack power of the warriors is not strong.
It is really difficult to get the merit points of the national war. A dozen Qi Gathering Pills are worth more than 100,000 yuan. I saved it for a long time, and I got 157 merit points. Such a small amount of merit points.
, it’s just enough for me to upgrade the ‘Golden Body Technique’ from the entry level to the junior level. It’s really a waste of money. What about you, how much have you gained?”
Li Pingfeng said: "I have more points than you, 179 points of national war merit, and consumed 23 Qi Gathering Pills. I was unlucky. I met an innate high-level player who was blessed by the combined attack method. I was almost killed by that grandson.
Killed with one sword."
Xie Ke said: "253 points of national war merit and 9 Qi Gathering Pills. I am good at sneak attacks and can kill with one strike. I don't consume many Qi Gathering Pills."
Yang Bin also spoke at this time: "215 points of national war merit, as for Qi Gathering Pills, I didn't count them deliberately, it should be about 20."
After Yang Bin finished speaking, everyone's eyes fell on Xiao Zhi.
Duan Yi said: "Brother Zhi, you are in the Dao realm, and your strength is much stronger than ours. How did you gain today?"
Xiao Zhi glanced at them and said vaguely: "I didn't gain much, only a few thousand points..."
"A few thousand points? How much exactly?" Li Pingfeng raised his eyebrows.
Xiao Zhi hesitated for a moment, but decided to tell the truth. After all, there was little point in hiding this thing, and he was not going to pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger. The reason why he was vague just now was because he was afraid that telling the truth would hit people like Li Pingfeng too much.
.
Since Li Pingfeng and the others wanted to get to the bottom of the problem, he had no choice.
Xiao Zhi coughed lightly and said, "It's really not much, only 5103 points in total."
As soon as Xiao Zhi said these words, the atmosphere in the camp became eerily quiet.
Li Pingfeng and others were looking at him with wide eyes.
"5103 points? That's a total?" Li Pingfeng took a long breath and said with a complex expression: "I'm so angry, Xiao Zhi, I can't beat you now. If I can beat you, I will
I really want to beat you up hard!"
"Me too." Xie Ke rarely agreed.
Duan Yi said quietly: "Master Li, let me give you an idea. Although you are no match for Brother Zhi in the world of living beings, in the real world, if there is a fight between you, it is not certain who will win and who will lose."
Well, if you really want to beat Brother Zhi, you can actually beat him up in the real world."
Xie Ke also said quietly: "If Mr. Li and Brother Zhi really perform a full martial arts show in the real world, I bet a pack of spicy strips that the final winner should be Mr. Li."
"Oh? Xie Ke, why do you think Young Master Li will win?" Yang Bin said at this time, fearing that the world would not be in chaos.
"Okay, that's enough for you." Xiao Zhi said with a dark face: "You want to fight, right? Believe it or not, I will kick you all out with one kick! I am now a monk in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, and you are only innate ninth level, you
Can you compare with me? If I, a monk in the foundation building stage, work as hard as you all day, and only earn one or two hundred points of national war merit points, do you think it is normal? If this is really the case, I will still
It’s better to buy a piece of tofu and kill him!”
Li Pingfeng and others looked at each other in confusion.
There is some truth in what Xiao Zhi said. Can these ninth-level innate warriors compare with the monks in the middle stage of foundation building?
If they were also monks in the middle stage of foundation building, they might be able to achieve as many national war achievements as Xiao Zhi, no, maybe even more.
At least Xie Ke felt that if he were in the middle stage of foundation building, he would definitely be able to obtain more national war merits than Xiao Zhi.
As a former professional gamer, the idea of allocating every ounce of power rationally and obtaining maximum results with minimum consumption has been engraved in his bones.
For example, this time, among the Xiantian 9th-level players here, he consumed the fewest Qi Gathering Pills, but the national war merit points he gained were the most among them.
"Okay, everyone should practice and rest. I'll go offline and go to the toilet." After saying that, Xiao Zhi closed his eyes and stopped talking.
He was indeed anxious and hungry.
After his consciousness returned to the real world, Xiao Zhi opened his eyes, got up from the bed, and rushed directly to the bathroom.
After coming out of the bathroom, Xiao Zhi picked up his phone again and ordered a takeaway for himself.
After fighting on the battlefield for a day, his nerves were always tense, and he was really tired. Xiao Zhi sat on the sofa, waiting for takeout, closing his eyes and gently rubbing his temples with his fingers.
As for practicing, let’s wait until we’re full.
This time, the wait was a bit long, half an hour passed before there was a knock on the door.
Xiao Zhi took the takeaway from the courier boy, sat back on the sofa, and was devouring it.