"Ah, it's her."

"Ah, what kind of kung fu is this?"

Not only Xiao Yu was surprised, but the people behind you were also exclaiming in surprise before your father died. Some were surprised by the [Long San Niangzi], while others were frightened by her dragonfly-slip skills.

In just a moment, Long San Niang arrived at the shore. When he saw Xiao Yu's appearance clearly, he was also surprised: "Hey, it's you."

The girl's voice sounds very nice, giving people the feeling as crisp and sweet as eating rock sugar pears.

Before Xiao Yu could talk, someone appeared in the middle of the lake. This time, it was not one, but seven or eight. After these guys came out, they turned around and immediately saw Xiao Yu and a few others. They didn't say anything and dived into the water again.

"Hello, Lady Long San." Xiao Yu smiled and greeted the beauty who ranked fifteenth in the newcomer king. He didn't look closely when he received the award. Now he was close to him. He found that the girl was really pretty. Her big eyes, high nose bridge, thin lips, and a set of red armor emitting dark golden light. She stood there, and her whole body was filled with a cool and heroic posture.

"The newcomer king, the newcomer king again, all the experts on the server have made me meet." Fur Jushen murmured to himself.

"Haha, ah, I didn't expect that Lian Yuqin, Yinyue Eleventh, before your father died, Xinghai, there were so many experts here, so I'm relieved. Can you help me?" Long San Madam swept everyone's face openly.

Xiao Yu: "Help, let's talk about it first."

Long San Niang looked back at the deep water lake behind her: "I was chased and killed. Can you help me?"

"Being chased by someone." This girl's words aroused Xiao Yu's curiosity.

The clown in the cloud: "Who is so bold that even the newcomer king dares to chase and don't want to get through anymore."

At this moment, the lake water in front of me rattled, and seven or eight figures emerged from it.

Hearing the movement behind her, Madam Long San didn't even look back. She walked a few steps and hid behind Xiao Yu, put her little mouth against Xiao Yu's ear and whispered: "Brother Champion, do a favor. These guys bully them, you can't stand by death and refuse to save them."

This girl's voice was soft and soft, and Xiao Yu was so numb that she heard it.

"I once lost everything." A drunkard who had just emerged from the water recognized Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu nodded helplessly: "It seems to be me, hello."

"You were the ones she called for help." The drunkard pointed at Long San's wife and asked.

"Uh..." Xiao Yu didn't know how to answer: "How to say it, which guild are you from? Can you light up your vest?"

"Which guild is not worthy of asking, the third brother, Mo Ji, you can kill all of them." A spear driver behind the drunkard said coldly.

"Fuck, try killing." Hua Feihua became angry at once. He rushed forward with a gun, staring at the face of the gun driver, ready to take action at any time.

"It's crazy enough, why do you want to kill us?" Xiao Yu narrowed his eyes. He had already seen that these guys were well equipped. However, there were more than 20 people on his side, and there were only eight of them. Even if it was him, he would not dare to pretend to be B without knowing the other party's strength. These guys are really brave.

"Newcomer King, haha, it sounds pretty awesome. If you don't want to die, just go aside. Others take you seriously. In my eyes, you are worthless." The spearman stared at Xiao Yu's face, his eyes full of disdain.

Since entering the game, Xiao Yu has never met such an arrogant person. This kid speaks like an ape that ran out of the deep mountains, and he doesn't know what politeness or respect is.

"Why are you talking to my boss? You don't want to live anymore, right?" Huahua heard that someone was disrespectful to Xiao Yu and walked out from the side.

"Three, aren't we worried about not being able to find the new king? Six of them are coming at once. Haha, just practice with them and start fighting. I can't wait." A stick king behind the drunkard said excitedly.

The drunkard was silent for a while and suddenly smiled at Xiao Yu: "I once lost all of us, you are twenty-seven, one fights three, it's fair."

This drunkard said that Xiao Yu was also confused. He had seen people pretending to be B, but he had never seen people as good as him. In their eyes, it seemed that they didn't take people seriously.

"Brother, I can't help it anymore. Go fuck you and die for me." Hua Feihua couldn't stand it anymore. He activated the war horse, and a wolf roared the moon and covered the eight people in front of him.

“MISS.”

“MISS.”

“MISS.”

“MISS.”

No one expected that Hua Feihua shot four MISS and all four people under the coverage of the group attack all hid out. The drunkard and the stick king jumped up on the spot, and the spear rod rode his horse and rushed out two steps, while a piano player next to him took a step back directly. This step happened to avoid the attack range of Canglang Xiaoyue.

"ah."

Everyone screamed, and just this time, everyone's impression of the guys in front of them changed by 180 degrees. They only had two words in their minds: Master.

Hua Feihua was also stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that none of his group attacks could be attacked. He shook the gun, and a cold light was drawn from the red wolf in his hand, and a thunderous sound was thrust towards a doctor directly in front of him. This time he used the Thunder Spear Technique.

“MISS.”

The doctor took a light step to the side and easily avoided Hua Feihua's shot.

"Hold."

Hua Feihua refused to give up and turned the spear head toward a monk on the left and stabbed him again. The result was the same, and it was still MISS.

Jing, the scene was surprisingly quiet. Apart from the skill sound of Hua Feihua dancing the spear and the footsteps of the eight people in front of him avoiding the attack, there was no more noise. Even the Black Eagle fell on Xiao Yu's head and stared at Feihua without calling.

In a full minute, Hua Feihua attacked more than 20 shots, but he failed to hit the opponent in one shot.

"Professional Level." During the private chat, Xiao Yu received a message from Lian Yuqin.

Xiao Yu: "Well, eight professional players, be careful later."

"Yes." Meimei Qin took two steps forward and happened to stand behind Xiao Yu.

"You've had enough fun." The drunkard suddenly shouted: "At your level, you're still playing with the Gun Rider, Lao Liu, teach him."

The spearman sneered and pierced Hua Feihua's chest with a wind gun.

“244.”

Facing the opponent's attack, Hua Feihua wanted to dodge, but in the end she was one step slower. Before he could fight back, the opponent's gun arrived again, this time it was a normal attack.

“103.”

Hua Feihua turned around and fought back, but the opponent had already rode away from his original position, and his chasing gun was gone again.

In this way, after more than ten seconds, Hua Feihua made a Canglang Xiaoyue and hit the opponent once. The remaining attacks were all gone, but he himself was shot by the opponent seven or eight times, and more than five thousand qi and blood were knocked out half. If the battle continued in this state, the opponent could kill Hua Feihua on the spot with full blood.

"No wonder they are so conceited. It turns out they are really a little trick." Your father muttered to himself before he died.

"Feihua is back, no one can move without my order." Xiao Yu shouted coldly. Facing such a professional master in front of him, relying on many people to win has become meaningless. The other party plays with Hua Feihua like this, the result he wants is shock. If he wants to kill someone, Feihua will probably die long ago.

They didn't stop her and let Hua Feihua run back. Several of them stared at Hua Feihua's back and laughed.

If it were an ordinary person, if there were not as many people as the other party, he would definitely do his best to reduce the other party's manpower and strength. But these guys in front of him were simply fearless. In their eyes, there was no difference between people like Xiao Yu and the dead.

"Let me do it." As if you saw what Xiao Yu meant, your father gently pulled Xiao Yu's arm before he died: "I can't do it, you can go back."

"Um."

Your father walked a few steps forward before his death: "I really didn't expect that he would meet so many professional experts here. It seems that he didn't come tonight to be in vain."

The drunkard looked at your father for a while before he died: "Who will come?"

"I."

The stick king on the side took two steps forward.

The drunkard didn't say anything anymore. The stick king stood still. After about five seconds, he suddenly flew up, held the stick high in his hand, and slashed it towards your father's head before his death. At this time, a big MISS emerged from the position he had just stood.

Looking at the Stick King in the air, your father waved his right hand before he died, and a poisonous insect turned into a ball of black fog and flew over to the Stick King diagonally above. At the same time, your father's body had already moved a step to the side before he died.

“145.”

“134.”

“MISS.”

The mad Gu hit the target, but the stick king's attack failed. Before he could turn around and launch another attack, your father gently patted his palm before his death, and a demon Gu instantly penetrated into his body. At this moment, the stick king's attack also hit your father before his death.

“278.”

Looking at the blood loss numbers on your father's head before he died, everyone took a deep breath. The attack of this stick king was too high, even a level 20 Jinwu could not cause so much damage.

The figures intertwined, and the two of them fought back and forth.

"It seems that the newcomer kings are not all the ones who make a living by luck. I just don't know who among you has this strength." The other party's spear said lightly.

"Boss, let me do it." Huahua shouted loudly, regardless of whether Xiao Yu agreed or not, she rushed towards the spear.

"Eight Immortal Steps."

"Kick the table."

“133.”

To everyone's surprise, Huahua actually kicked the spear steadily.

"The wind-chasing gun."

“MISS.”

The spearman danced his spear and returned a move, but was moved sideways by Huahua. The guy swept across the spear and swung a normal attack.

“134.”

The spear slashed on Huahua's body, and Huahua's fist hit the spear again.

"Critical 348."

This is a drunken fist. Xiao Yu, including Xiao Yu, did not expect that Huahua could hit the opponent twice in a row. You should know that this guy is a professional player. Although Huahua's level is also a master, when facing such a top player, the gap between them is three feet wider than that of a Jiang, which is not a level of battle at all.
Chapter completed!