Huang Yi is basically quite satisfied with the support rate of each award. The people on his side have performed well. Although this support rate does not represent the final award result, it is somewhat of a barometer and provides a great reference.
value.
Next, Huang Yi entered the second world and started a new day's journey.
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In Japan Continent, in the martial arts guild's city - Wucheng, Miyamoto Musashi and Oda City are standing on the top floor of the city hall.
At this time, Miyamoto Musashi frowned and looked worried. Oda City looked at him quietly, and felt a pain in his heart. After the martial arts competition, Miyamoto Musashi rarely smiled anymore. He had a stern face every day, like
He is a changed person.
It was Huang Yi who made Miyamoto Musashi like this. When Oda City thought of Huang Yi, she had a complicated feeling in her heart. On the one hand, she complained a little about Huang Yi. Without him, Miyamoto Musashi would not have changed.
It became what it is now.
On the other hand, Oda City admires Huang Yi a little. She is a person whose eyes are higher than her head. There are few people in the world who can be attracted to her. In her eyes, almost all men can be automatically ignored.
existence. And Huang Yi is one of the few exceptions.
In the team finals, Huang Yi beat her to her core. Every time she thought she would win, he defeated her. Moreover, Huang Yi was also the only man she had ever been with besides Miyamoto Musashi, that kind of man.
The subtle psychological touch always made her feel as if she had had intimate physical contact with Huang Yi. Every time she dreamed about it at midnight, the scene of their union could emerge.
In her pure girl's heart, Huang Yi had unknowingly occupied a subtle position, faintly tugging at her heartstrings. She didn't know how to treat Huang Yi.
"Brother, have you been disturbed by the God of Killing again? I told you not to look at the support rate of the Best Individual Award. We can just live our own lives." Oda City walked to Miyamoto Musashi and stretched out his little hand.
She grabbed his big hand and comforted him softly, "Look at that blade, when he was standing in such a high position, he had the courage to choose to retire and live the life he wanted. Why can't you do the same?"
Miyamoto Musashi fell silent for a moment. He didn't know whether he was touched by Oda's words or he didn't listen at all. After a while, he suddenly bit his lip, turned to look at Oda, and asked: "Sister,
Do you think I am stronger, or is the God of Death stronger?" At this time, he looked concerned, as if this issue was very important to him, and even had a faint child-like helplessness, hoping to be affirmed and comforted by Oda City.
Oda Shi's beautiful eyes stared at Miyamoto Musashi quietly, sighed slightly, and said: "The people below always compliment you, and you have heard all the good words. If I am like them, how can I be worthy?
What about being your sister? Lies will do you no good. To be honest, I think you were as strong as the God of Death before, but in your current state, you are no longer his opponent."
"What? Are you even turning towards him?!" When Miyamoto Musashi heard this answer, he suddenly became angry, fiercely shook off Oda City's hand, glared at her, and shouted: "Is it after that combination?
, you fell in love with him?"
Oda City was slightly startled. She never expected that Miyamoto Musashi would be so angry at her. After a while, she calmed down, and her eyes suddenly turned red, covered with a layer of mist, feeling aggrieved.
He said: "How could you do this!"
After that, she turned around and ran out without even closing the door.
Miyamoto Musashi looked at Oda City's disappearing figure, and his brows suddenly furrowed even deeper. Finally, he seemed to have made some kind of determination, and immediately sent a message to the vice president of the Martial Arts Guild——
"Within a month, I must see a lethal battleship. Then, we will go to the Hero Continent!"
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In the blink of an eye, a week passed.
This week, Huang Yi's body has been leveling up in the Tower of the Gods and has successfully reached level 132. However, it has become increasingly difficult to maintain the first place in the world level list. Yang Yuheng, who is ranked second, has already
He reached level 130 like a rocket, and was only two levels away from him.
This was also expected by Huang Yi. Ordinary players upgrade at more than twice the speed of rare professions. As time goes by, let alone the top one on the level list, even the top 100 players on the level list are likely to lose their ability.
There are no longer any rare professions, and they will all be occupied by ordinary players.
However, this can only narrow part of the gap. There is still a big gap between ordinary players and rare professions. Unless they can be significantly ahead in level, using level suppression or status suppression, it is possible to defeat rare professions.
As for Huang Yi's incarnation, he has been riding a little dragon these days. The location of Dragon City is too far away, and he has only traveled less than half the distance. Since he separated from the little devil dragon, he has traveled all the way.
I haven't seen any players anymore. There are only more and more powerful monsters in the Warcraft Mountains, and there are no traces of humans. It's like entering a primitive world.
These days, Huang Yi used his treasure-sniffing ability to discover a lot of treasures from heaven and earth along the way, including treasure mines, spiritual herbs, and divine water. He ate everything that could be given to the little dragon, including the scales on its head.
It has grown more than thirty pieces, and it seems to have gained some size.
However, what made him slightly worried was that he did find many high-level sacred beasts escaping from the depths of the mountains along the way. Just like what the little demon dragon said, it seemed that something big had happened inside.
On this day, Huang Yi rode the little dragon and continued to fly in the sky over the Warcraft Mountains.
"Huh? There is a spiritual grass ten kilometers away. Let's fly there!" At this time, Huang Yi was slightly happy and sensed a spiritual grass.
On average, he can find one or two spiritual grasses every day. If other players knew about this efficiency, they would be envious. Very few people have the ability to smell treasures like Huang Yi. They want to
To search for a spiritual grass in this boundless virgin forest is no less than searching for a needle. We often work hard for a year, travel through mountains and rivers, and risk our lives every day, but we can only find one or two plants! Far more difficult than searching for a needle.
Not as efficient as Huang Yi.
Not long after, Xiaolong quickly carried Huang Yi to a mountain peak that towered into the clouds!
The mountain peak is steep all around, as if it had been cut by a knife. The surrounding cliffs are covered with grass. The spiritual grass that Huang Yi sensed is on this cliff. This kind of cliff is impossible for ordinary people to reach.
Those who board can only fly up.
At this time, Huang Yi's keen eyes scanned it and finally found the spiritual grass. It was a red dragon ganoderma the size of a fist, growing on a gap. It had gone through many years of wind and rain.
It has been growing tenaciously, facing the warm sunshine. There are no guardians around it, it is alone, and this steep mountain is its greatest line of defense.
Huang Yi immediately jumped from the little dragon, flew to the cliff, and carefully picked off the dragon ganoderma.
"Bah, bah, bah!" At this time, before Huang Yi said hello, the little dragon took the initiative to fly over, opened his big eyes and obediently looked at the Dragon Ganoderma lucidum, then looked at Huang Yi, wagging the dragon's tail left and right, like
Like a puppy that pleases its owner.
"Eat it obediently!" Huang Yi touched the little dragon's head and stuffed the dragon ganoderma directly into its mouth.
The little dragon immediately flapped its wings excitedly, blowing out a few strong winds, and ate it with relish. Soon, a golden light flashed on its forehead, and five more delicate small scales grew.
"Let's keep walking!" Huang Yi said, touched Xiaolong's head, turned over and rode up.
Xiaolong had just eaten a spiritual grass, and when he was full of energy, he flew extremely fast, carrying Huang Yi forward at lightning speed, towards the rolling mountains in the distance.
"Huh? Spiritual grass! There are so many spiritual grasses!" At this moment, Huang Yi suddenly sensed that there were more than a dozen spiritual grasses ten kilometers ahead!
The spiritual grasses he has discovered these days are all one by one, and he has never found more than ten in one go! It is as if they were artificially planted! Where on earth can ten spiritual grasses be born?
?Huang Yi can no longer imagine it!
Xiaolong seemed to have noticed that there was something delicious again, and couldn't help but fly faster, getting closer and closer to the place Huang Yi sensed.
Huang Yi's eyes were fixed on the mountains ahead, which were shrouded in clouds and mist and filled with a misty feeling. Mountains rose one after another with no end in sight.
Finally, the distance got closer and closer, and Huang Yi's vision became clearer and clearer. Through the thin clouds and mist, he could see the mountains.
Those mountains are covered with pine trees, the breeze blows on his face, there are waves of pine waves, rugged rocks, clear springs and streams, and the faint singing of birds. There is an oriental fairy tale beauty. Huang Yi seems to have suddenly transformed from a Western fantasy monster.
In the mountains, he flew to a fairyland in the east.
At this time, Huang Yi was on the top of a cliff in a mountain and suddenly saw something that shouldn't exist - a thatched house!
In this uninhabited primitive mountain range, a man-made thatched house unexpectedly appeared. This scene shocked Huang Yi's soul!
The thatched house was covered with pine needles, but the front door was kept clean, and a vegetable garden was opened next to the house, with a dozen young grasses planted in it!
Huang Yi's eyes were fixed on the dozen or so tender grasses in the small vegetable garden! Those were the dozen or so spiritual grasses he sensed!
At this time, his heart was shocked! These dozen or so spiritual grasses were obviously planted artificially, and the biggest characteristic of spiritual grasses is that they cannot be planted in batches. The scene before him obviously violated this common sense.
What kind of hidden master lives in that thatched house? (To be continued.)