Chapter 94 Practicing Trumpet has no human rights

"You..." Zhenhun's face turned pale.

"Lie down and talk!" Tang Feng smiled and hooked her fingers. - 'Deadly penetration!'

The champion's sword was wrapped in a blazing fire and penetrated the soul-suppressing chest in the next second.

Soul Suppression, the boss of Hell Soul Suppression Song, also lay down.

Papa...!

A few seconds later, the Temple of Light turned into a touch of holy light and disappeared. Except for the potholes, there were only scattered equipment around.

Honor Six vs Soul Eleven, a complete victory!

... "Big brother... You're so awesome..." Amigo's eyes were shining, and his worship of Tang Feng deepened at least 120 times.

"Well, well, oh, by the way, this armor, this necklace, this ring, and that shield, I want it!"

Iaring the numb people, Tang Feng walked to the middle of the body with a smile and pulled some valuable equipment on the ground into his backpack.

Although he can't use it, he can give it to Qin Lu. These equipment can greatly improve their combat effectiveness.

"Priest... the sword you just used... and the bunker... is... what is it..." Piao Xue drew with her hand.

"That's not a bunker, it's a temple." Tang Feng corrected a sentence and said, "The Temple of Light is a skill I learned from the task. As for the sacred sword, it is a neutral skill. The power is equivalent to the group attack of the lv40 mage. The advantage is instantaneous and collateral continuous damage. The disadvantage is that the cooling time is too long, which takes 60 seconds.

As for the effect of the Temple of Light, Tang Feng did not tell them that they were also very knowledgeable and did not continue to ask, but silently picked up the explosive equipment of the soul suppression group.

"Pastor Maple Leaf, I remember you. I'm convinced that I lost today. However, I will definitely find this scene, and you, the glory group. The words fell to the ground, and the bodies of a group of people led by Zhenhun turned into white light and returned to the city to resurrect.

... "Leaf Brothers!" The North African Nighthawk came over quickly and said sincerely, "On behalf of our city of glory, I invite you to join our guild!"

I don't blame the North African Nighthawk for being so eager to attract Tang Feng. The main reason is that this priest is so awesome!

Whether it is consciousness, work, or equipment... they are all top-notch. With such a figure, the overall strength of the City of Glory Guild will be improved!

"Yes, Brother Ye Zi, come to us! The soul suppression group is a dog skin plaster, Xiaoqiang who can't be killed. If you kill their boss today, they will definitely try their best to trouble you... Although we don't have many people in the guild, we are united..." Amigo also said.

Tang Feng scratched his head and said with some embarrassment, "I really want to join you, but I already have a guild..."

"Then return it. If you are embarrassed to speak, I can ask the boss to talk to your president..." The North African Nighthawk is indomitable.

"I'm the president of Maple Leaf Xiaozhu. I still have more than a dozen brothers under me. I can't ignore them, can I?" Tang Feng spread out his hands.

The North African Nighthawk laughed and said, "Haha! That's better. Transfer all your brothers! The treatment is absolutely first-class!"

"I don't doubt the treatment at all... However, there is another problem that must be solved."

Tang Feng speaks very seriously.

"What's the problem?" Everyone brushed it together.

"We already have a guild station. If we dissolve the guild, the station will disappear. That money..." Tang Feng shrugged his shoulders.

Hearing this, the face of the North African Nighthawk dimmed in an instant. Amigo frowned, while Piao Xue and Shadow Teeth blushed angrily. The only indifferent was the mountain.

"If you don't want to join us, forget it. Why do you say such a ridiculous thing? More than a dozen people established a residence? Do you know how much it costs to build a station? Even the smallest micro-resident has to spend 100 million gold coins to buy vouchers, not to mention building the buildings in the residence. There is no 500 million or 800 million yuan that can't be completed at all. Do you have that much money? There is no sincerity at all!" The snow roared angrily, and Tang Feng's image in her heart suddenly fell from the highest point to the bottom of the valley.

The higher the station, the heavier the fall, that's what it means.

"Damn it! I'm blind in my shadow teeth!" Yingya also scolded an anthet.

Hearing everyone's verbal criticism, Tang Feng suddenly woke up.

It turned out that they didn't believe that they had so much money to buy the residence voucher, thinking that he used the residence as an excuse to presipate them.

"Alas!" Tang Feng sighed loudly, "Why doesn't anyone believe me every time I tell the truth? Well, if you don't believe it, I can take you to my station for a walk.

"I'm still bragging! Still fooling! If you have a residence, you can do whatever you want me to do!" The snow is in a hurry.

"Hey! Amigo, Dashan, do you two believe me or not? Tang Feng turned his face and looked at the two of them.

Amigo was silent and didn't say anything.

In his heart, although Tang Feng was very powerful... he was not powerful enough to have a residence. What's more, at the beginning, he also said that there were only a dozen brothers under him. After sharing, everyone had to donate nearly 10 million to buy the resident certificate.

How is this possible?

Is this a guild composed of RMB players?

"Dashan, how about you?" Tang Feng rolled his eyes and looked at the dull mountain.

"I believe it." The mountain is slow.

"Just write a letter. Gather at the transmission point of Storm City. I'll take you to the station!" Tang Feng snapped his finger.

... A few minutes later, the cloudy Yunshan, the Maple Leaf Xiaozhu Guild was stationed, and the first group of tourists were welcomed.

This group of people are a group of North African night eagles with curiosity and the idea of debunting Tang Feng's lies.

"The place is not big, please feel free to visit." Tang Feng looked at everyone with a smile on her face.

"You... you really have a place!" Piao Xue had an impulse to hit the wall and almost cried.

The chins of the North African night eagle and shadow teeth fell firmly on the hard land and fell to pieces.

"Brother Yezi..." Amigo's eyes were bigger than the copper bell, and he really didn't know how to react.

The North African Nighthawk's face was very wonderful. After a while, he said, "Brother Yezi... You are an incredible person... It was my fault that I doubted you before. I apologized to you..." The words were very sincere.

"I'm sorry, Brother Ye Zi..." Yingya scratched his head, and he was also very embarrassed.

"Haha! I'm not the kind of person with a small belly. Let him go over the past. Tang Feng smiled and said, "So, forget about joining your guild."

The North African Nighthawk nodded helplessly.

In order to attract more than a dozen people, it costs hundreds of millions of gold coins. This is a big deal. No one can make the decision except the president.

"Well, you won. What do you want me to do?"

At this time, Piaoxue came over. She spread out her hands, looked like she was willing to gamble and lose, and said pitifully.

"Hey hey, I want to..." Tang Feng pinched his chin, looked at the snow from head to toe, and smiled badly.

... An hour later, the storm mine was on the third floor.

Bang! Bang! ! Bang! ! Bang! !

The shovel hit the hard mine wall, and the sparks suddenly splashed everywhere. A thin and gloomy thief was working hard to dig the mine. Afar off beside him, a female mage in a gorgeous high-level magic robe, with a black face was killing bat monsters, miners and victims in the mine with group attack skills. . Those monsters with only lv22~lv25 can't stand the indiscriminate bombing of the female mage's lv40 skill, and die in pieces. As for the gold coins and equipment they dropped, the female mage didn't even look at them.

This thief, a mage, is none other than Tang Feng's followers 'Little T' and Piao Xue.

"Damn the priest! Obviously, the level is so high and the equipment is so good. Why don't you spend your time on rushing to the level? What do you want me to bring? Kill those monsters with more than lv20, I can't even get any experience! It's a waste of my precious time! Also, what is the name of this priest named Maple Leaf? How can there be two followers..." Piaoxue muttered in her heart, staring at Tang Feng with a resentful look on her face.

"Hey, don't be lazy! I'm only lv22, and there are still 8 levels left for you to get rid of. Don't you want to complete the task earlier and then practice?

Tang Feng stood talking without back pain, hiding in a safe corner and constantly digging ore.

This is a mining task he received at the mercenary club of the guild station before leaving Maple Leaf Xiaozhu. It is said that it is to dig 300 pieces of high-quality iron ore. The task reward is sloppy. It is nothing more than a little gold coins and experience, which is not helpful to his priest's large size.

This is not Tang Feng's laziness. It's just that if you practice for too long, people will be tired. At this time, you have to find something new to stimulate yourself.

Tang Feng's way to stimulate himself is to practice the trumpet.

Although he also understands that he can only bring out one follower in the battle, he still can't restrain the restlessness in his heart and wants to practice little T to the same level as the priest.

In terms of the online game industry, Tang Feng's problem is called 'small account control', and it is also known as 'Idle egg pain, not doing decent work, paranoia, new account training syndrome'.

... "That's enough for you! Auntie has worked hard to fight monsters here. You are full of experience there, and you still have to say sarcastic words. Believe it or not, I'll kill you!"

I almost bit my silver teeth in the snow.

"Okay, I was wrong." Tang Feng shrugged his shoulders and sighed in a strange voice: "There is no human right to practice the trumpet..."

"This priest is so annoying..." Piao Xue was completely speechless.

At the end of a chaotic and exciting day, until 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, Tang Feng's little T steadily rose to lv30 under the practice of the snow.

Later, he greeted Qin Lu's group of partners who were frantically sprinting to lv40 and went offline to rest.

(to be continued)