As the screen returned to normal, looking at 98k who had immediately quit the team and planned to escape, the most dazzling thing was that you finally reacted and quickly opened your friends to thank him.
"Great God..."
Looking at the thank you sent by the other party and the title that followed, Fang Yun, who had returned to Chang'an, suddenly felt happy. He thought that his small village had become promising, and some people actually started calling him "Great God".
In fact, although the previous conflict between Jinfeng Xiaoyu Tower and Mingjian Villa seemed to be highly discussed, for many ordinary players, the existence of that conflict was not very strong.
Just like this little bone, Fang Yun took a special look just now. She belonged to a gang called 'Yueyin Piaoxiang', and he had never seen this gang in Bianliang City before. It was certain that it came from Hangu.
Closed.
As a player in Hangu Pass, the most dazzling thing is that when you made a deal with 98k and killed a ring together, you didn't even recognize him as the protagonist who caused the previous conflict. This is enough.
It explains a lot of problems.
"Tsk, it would be great if I could be so calm in the future."
After closing the chat box with Little Bones, Fang Yun, who had just done a good deed for a good person, smacked his lips and couldn't help but sigh.
As the saying goes, wherever there are people, there are rivers and lakes. Although he also hopes that Bianliang City can return to its usual tranquility as soon as possible, he knows better that without a bloody enough fight, the forces of Bianliang City and Hangu Pass will never be able to separate.
Set a clear boundary.
Without thinking any more, he opened the magic weapon column and glanced at the bloodthirsty flag he had just obtained. He was about to cultivate it first, but just when he was about to click on it, the mouse suddenly stopped.
Now that his Wu Zhuang account has been upgraded, although he still has a lot of experience left, after some calculations, he found that if he wants to upgrade to 150 and have all the skills and potential points, the experience is far from enough.
Experience cannot be generated out of thin air. If you want it, you must gain it bit by bit. In this case, he must arrange the remaining experience as rationally as possible in order to ensure a certain level of experience while constantly improving his strength.
of combat effectiveness.
After thinking for a moment, he took a look at several of the main skills that his Wuzhuang had reached level 150 before ascending, and decided to ignore this aspect and upgrade the level first.
As for the magic weapons, he plans to leave them all to the other main accounts to help cultivate them. After all, who will make those accounts richer in experience?
After making a decision, he immediately threw the Bloodthirsty Banner onto the Datang account. After quickly counting the number of times for today's magic weapon training, he immediately traded it to another account to continue cultivating it.
While cultivating magic weapons, Fang Yun's Wuzhuanghao was not idle either. As a series of golden lights appeared, his Wuzhuanghao's level was quickly raised to level 145 again.
But what's different from last time is that after his Wuzhuang account reached level 145 this time, his experience bar was completely unsustainable. If he wanted to upgrade next time, he would have to remove the liver bit by bit.
The wonderful scene of more than ten seconds per second no longer exists.
Looking at the bloodthirsty flags with steadily increasing levels and the Wuzhuang account with its experience bar completely cleared, Fang Yun couldn't help but shake his head, knowing that he might not have any leisure time in the coming days.
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Gu Juan
Before we knew it, it was mid-June.
The sun was blazing in Beijing in mid-June, and pedestrians on the road were walking in a hurry. No one wanted to stay longer on the sauna-like street.
Fang Yun, who had just come out of the supermarket in his off-road vehicle, returned to Yefengtan. After parking the vehicle in the garage, he returned home carrying large and small bags.
After stuffing a bunch of beer, drinks, and mineral water into the refrigerator, he carried the remaining snacks back to the study, piled them randomly into the snack cart next to the computer, and then lay on a chair to enjoy the cool breeze and play the game.
As time has passed, today's Bianliang City has gradually begun to experience various 'sequelae of server mergers'. Different habits and frequent frictions between various forces have turned the entire Bianliang City into a huge powder keg.
It can easily detonate with just a tiny fuse.
According to Fang Yun's guess, if nothing unexpected happens, this lead should be the upcoming 13th Martial God Altar Qualification Trial.
As early as a few days ago, Fang Yun used Qianzun to represent the Qiancheng family in the district to announce that the Qiancheng family would not participate in this session of the Martial God Altar.
And with the announcement of this news, all the forces in Hangu Pass who were still a little afraid of the Qiancheng family immediately became energetic and realized that this time the Martial God Altar was very likely to be the one they erected in Hangu Pass in Bianliang City.
The crucial battle for the flag!
But the problem is, the forces in Hangu Pass have these thoughts, and the forces in Bianliang City also have the same thoughts.
Although strictly speaking, Jinfeng Xiaoyu Tower can be regarded as the golden sign of the natives of Bianliang City, but after knowing each other for a long time, the indigenous forces in Bianliang City know very well that unless someone takes the initiative to provoke this golden sign, it is impossible to
Take the initiative to get involved in any disputes.
Without the participation of Jinfeng Xiaoyulou, the indigenous forces in Bianliang City would have to rely on their own abilities if they wanted to decide the winner against the forces in Hangu Pass.
Therefore, after the Qiancheng family announced that they would give up on this martial arts altar, the forces in both Hangu Pass and Bianliang City began to organize manpower crazily, gathering their strongest players together one by one, intending to take it all in one go.
Qualifications for the next Wushen Altar!
In fact, when the Qiancheng family announced that they would give up this session of the Martial God Altar, many players in Bianliang City slandered them in private, saying that they were just watching the excitement and did not mind the trouble. They clearly had the power to calm everything down, but they had to retreat.
Stay behind the scenes and let the forces of the two servers fight to the death.
As the 'mastermind' who led all this, Fang Yun seemed very innocent at this time.
It has long been an open secret in the district that he participated in the Martial God Altar very casually. When there was no server merger before, no matter whether he participated or not, the players in the district had no objection. After all, no matter what, the Qiancheng family also really helped Bianliang City.
The man who has won four championship trophies.
But this time, it was better. He was simply too lazy to go to the Martial God Altar to join in the fun at this time because the Wuzhuang account was not ready. As a result, the tone of the players in the area changed. All kinds of conspiracy theories were overwhelming, as if he could gain something by doing this.
Seems like a benefit...
However, Fang Yun felt a little baffled at first, but then he thought about it. After all, players in this period still have a strong sense of belonging to their own servers. At such a critical moment, if someone says something about him, it doesn't count.
What.
While all the forces in Bianliang City were ready to take action, Fang Yun, who had extracted himself from the turmoil early on, was also planning to cause another wave of trouble as his Wuzhuang No. 1 was gradually approaching the final product.
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Writing has been very painful and lack of ideas recently. The outline is obviously very long, but the connection is very stiff. I feel like I need to take some time to collect my thoughts...