Chapter 135, thousands of wonderful methods, force to reduce ten sessions

"Even if there is something to pay, it's all worth it. I'm extremely sure about this."

He sighed slightly in his heart, and then calmed down. Zhu Peng leaned against a big tree and took a little rest. He was too busy in the past three days. Not to mention touching the pillow, he even had little time to meditate and adjust his breath.

And today he came about ten minutes early, which is a good habit and a kind of courtesy, especially for queue jumpers like Zhu Peng.

While closing his eyes and recuperating his spirit, Zhu Peng also recalled some rough information in his mind. It was the 38th group of the front-line battlefield that was cut off by himself. Although the size of this group was slightly worse.

But it is said that the comprehensive strength is still very good. The captain of the team is a superior heavenly master named Mo Xiu, who is in his prime. Although the relationship between the skills he has learned and his own art is only a rough understanding, it is not very clear, but the title of this superior heavenly master who can be evaluated at the age of middle age is all his own strength. Power, those superiors who slowly rise up by virtue of their years of years and qualifications are comparable to those of non-ethnicity.

Now in this situation of the whole family's combat readiness and lack of combat strength, the team with a superior demon master is a team that is recognized by the family and relatively focused on training, that is, the legendary more promising team.

Under the arrangement of the upper level of the family, such a team is either crazy to sharpen and strengthen in the blood and fire of the front-line battlefield, or only takes some tasks that are very difficult but relatively life-threatening, hoping to give the novices in the team enough opportunities to exercise.

One of these two distribution methods is that the family considers the situation of the front-line battlefield. When the war situation is tight, the former method is used to put the team directly on the front-line battlefield, and life and death are safe.

The second is that the front-line battle situation of the family is relatively moderate, and even has an advantage. In this case, the family adopts the second grinding method. Under normal circumstances, it usually only takes two to three years of hard work. With this level of experience, the lower spiritual platform master who has just graduated from Zongxue can grow into an intermediate level of Pingyao mage. The degree. At that time, if you are put on the front-line battlefield, the probability of survival and the completion rate of the mission will increase a lot.

In addition to Mo Xiu, most of the 38 group are Zongxue graduates from two to three years ago. Although they are still subordinate monks, in fact, most of them have reached the level of intermediate flat demon mage. After all, blood-stained monks and bloodless monks are two completely different creatures.

Not long ago, in a fighting battle on the front line, the team lost three players in one breath, which gave Zhu Peng a chance to jump the queue.

Except for Mo Xiu, the superior master of the team captain, Zhu Peng didn't know much about the other two monks. He only knew that one girl's name was Li Yan and the other was Chang Xiao. Among the information given by the family, there are only two things that really pay Zhu Peng's attention. One is that in this team, except for Li Yan, the other two are not real blood people. Mo Xiu is the son-in-law of the blood-blooded Su family.

And Chang Xiao was originally a pair of well-known scattered descendants in Qin Wangling. Because his parents died tragically at the hands of his enemies, only he was rescued by a blood monk who passed by and brought them back to the clan to raise him. Although it is said that his recognition and loyalty to the blood family are very high, after all, there are different in his body. Blood, Zhu Peng consciously had to be a little defensive against these two people.

In addition, in addition to Mo Xiu, Li Yan and Chang Xiao, the other three teams have been added nine times in the past two and a half years. The twelve monks of Zhu Peng's predecessor were all seriously injured - all of them died tragically.

Although the monk's battlefield is extremely cruel, under the protection of a superior heavenly master, there are still 12 junior newcomers who died, and all of them died. Such a probability of casualties is too high, even on the most tragic front-line battlefield. Although the family did not capture Mo Xiu, which has shown that he should be relatively clean, this does not prevent him. Zhu Peng has some doubts about the interior of this team.

The wind was blowing gently, and some dim yellow dead leaves fell on the big tree against which Zhu Peng was leaning. Zhu Peng gently patted his forehead.

"Alas, it's really a headache to join a team that is not punctual, but also quite mysterious."

He stroked his forehead with his right hand and complained loudly, but Zhu Peng's left hand had already lifted the Shura gourd on his side. With Zhu Peng's words, the wind around him suddenly became bigger, and the dead leaves on the trees fell more, almost like rain, covering Zhu Peng's body.

The bright yellow dead leaves covered Zhu Peng's Zhou's body. Only the next moment, these dead leaves turned into the shackles that bound him. At the same time, a faint and cold voice spit in his ear.

"Five elements of illusion, thousands of wood bundles, gas suppression, chaos, cutting defense. Now, my new teammate, you can't move.

At the same time, the air in front of Zhu Peng twisted, and a cold and handsome teenager in a blue shirt roared down with a knife in his hand.

"Three-point sword chopping, open attack, side attack, back stabbing, die, we don't need incompetent teammates at all."

In fact, there is no sound at all, but it is in the spirit that you can feel this meaning and even kill. It is not just the attack knife in front of him. Zhu Peng can keenly feel that he is bound by a large number of dead leaves. At the same time, in front of him, behind him, on the left body, there is a blue-shirted monk with a knife. Kill out, cut with a big knife in the front, cut diagonally into the knife on the side, and stab straight through the wood with both hands behind the knife.

"Good means of cooperation. First, tie my body with the illusion of the middle magic level, mess up my qi, disturb my mind, cut my body, and then supplement it with the split spell to attack and kill, and make a decision with one blow. Unfortunately, it's a little naive, and it's just good.

Without scruples, Zhu Peng is so arrogant. He originally planned to get along with his teammates as well as possible, but now he plans to give him a show off, but Zhu Peng does not have the habit of lowering his head and waiting for others to poop.

He did not use his own qi pulse Zhenyuan at all. The left hand of Zhu Peng and Shura Gourd was slightly tightened, and a spiritual idea was naturally transmitted. The next moment, Zhenyuan was furious, the iron sand flowed, and the elemental magnetic burst. Suddenly, a large number of iron sand magnetic currents spread out under Zhu Peng's body.

"With all kinds of tricks and tricks, I will reduce ten times with one force."

The magnetic flow of iron sand with huge spiritual power under Zhu Pengzhou's body exploded, and the withered branches and leaves scattered almost all over his body. Not to mention that the blue-shirted teenager's three-point sword was blocked, even the big tree behind Zhu Peng was also washed and crushed by the violent iron sand.