Chapter 94: No human rights to practice small trumpet

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

"Lying down and talking!" Tang Feng smiled and hooked his fingers. - "Fatal penetration!"

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

Soul-Suppressing, the boss of Hell Soul-Suppressing Song, also lay down.

Bang...

A few seconds later, the Temple of Light turned into a ray of holy light and disappeared. Apart from the bumpy bullet craters, there were only equipment scattered all over the ground.

Six people in glory vs. Eleven people in Soul-Supervising, and a complete victory!

"Brother... you are so awesome..." Amigo's eyes shone, and his admiration for Tang Feng deepened at least 120 times.

"It's easy to say, oh, by the way, this armor, this necklace, this ring, and that shield, I want it!"

Ignoring the numb people, Tang Feng walked to the middle of the corpse with a smile, and pulled all the more valuable equipment on the ground into his backpack.

Although he couldn't use it, he could give Qin Lu and the others the equipment could greatly improve their combat effectiveness.

"Pastor... the sword you used just now... and the bunker... what is it..." Piaoxue gestured with her hands.

"That's not called a bunker, it's called a temple." Tang Feng corrected and said, "The Temple of Light is a skill I learned in my mission. As for the Holy Sword, it is a neutral skill, and its power is equivalent to the group attack of lv40 mages. The advantage is the instant and accompanying continuous damage. The disadvantage is that the cooldown is too long, which takes 60 seconds."

As for the effect of the Temple of Light, Tang Feng did not tell them, they were also very tactful and did not continue to ask questions, but just silently picked up the equipment that the Soul-Slaying Group burst out.

"Pastor Feng! If you have a station, you can do whatever you want me to do!" Piaoxue was anxious.

"Hey! Amigo, Dashan, do you two believe me?" Tang Feng turned his face and looked at the two of them.

Amigo was silent and said nothing.

In his heart, although Tang Feng was very powerful... he was not as good as having a resident. Moreover, at the beginning, he also said that there were only a dozen brothers under his command. After sharing the shares, each person would have to donate nearly 10 million to purchase the resident certificate.

How is this possible?

Could it be that this is a guild composed of RMB players?

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

"I believe." Dashan said slowly.

"Just make a letter, gather at the Storm City Teleportation Point, I'll take you to the base!" Tang Feng snapped his fingers.

A few minutes later, the first group of tourists were welcomed by the Yunshan Mountains, the Maple Leaf Small Building Guild's station.

This group of people are North African Nighthawks who are curious and exposing Tang Feng's lies.

"The place is not big, please visit it casually." Tang Feng looked at everyone with a smile on his face.

"You...you really have a station!" Piaoxue had the urge to hit her head and died on the wall, and almost burst into tears.

The jaws of North African Nighthawk and Shadow Teeth fell firmly onto the hard land, and they fell to pieces.

"Brother Ye Zi..." Amigo's eyes were wider than the bronze bell, and he really didn't know what to react.

The North African Nighthawk's face was very wonderful, with a burst of green and a burst of purple. After a while, he said: "Brother Ye Zi... you are such an incredible person... I had doubts about you before, it was my fault. I apologized to you..." His words were very sincere.

"I'm sorry, Brother Ye Zi..." Yingya scratched her head, feeling very embarrassed.

"Ha! I'm not that kind of petty person, let him go over the past." Tang Feng smiled with a good temper: "So, let's forget about joining your guild."

The North African Nighthawk nodded helplessly.

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

"Okay, you won, what do you want me to do."

At this time, Piaoxue walked over, she spread her hands, looking willing to accept defeat, and said pitifully.

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

One hour later, the third floor of the Storm Mine.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The shovel hit the hard mine wall, which immediately sparked sparks. A thin and sinister thief was digging hard. Not far from him, a female mage wearing a gorgeous and advanced magic robe, with a black face and using group attack skills to kill bat monsters, miners and victims in the mine. Those monsters with only lv22...lv25 could withstand the bombardment of the female mage's lv40 skills and died in pieces. As for the gold coins and equipment they dropped, the female mage didn't even look at it.

This thief, a mage, is nothing else, but Tang Feng's followers "Xiao T" and Piao Xue.

"Damn priest! It's obviously so high and so well equipped. Why don't you spend your time on grading? What kind of trumpets do you have to bring me? Kill those monsters with more than 1v20, I can't even get any experience! It's a waste of my precious time! Also, what is the origin of this priest named Maple Leaf? How come there are two followers..." Piaoxue muttered in her heart, staring at Tang Feng with resentment, looking unhappy.

"Hey, don't be lazy! I'm only lv22, and you're free from level 8 left. Don't you want to complete the task early and then level up?"

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

This was a mining task he received at the Mercenary Club of the Guild's resident before leaving Maple Leaf Xiaozhu. It said that he wanted to dig 300 high-quality iron ore. The task reward was nothing more than a little gold coins and experience, which was not helpful to his priest.

This is not because Tang Feng is lazy, but because after leveling up for too long, people will become tired. At this time, they must find something new to stimulate themselves.

The method Tang Feng used to stimulate himself is to practice a small trumpet.

Although he also understood that during the battle, he could only bring out one follower, but he still couldn't control the restlessness in his heart and wanted to train Xiao T to the same level as the priest.

In professional terms in the online game industry, Tang Feng's problem is called "small account control", and is also called "the idle pain is not doing business, paranoid opening a new account leveling disease".

"You're enough! Auntie is working hard to fight monsters here. You don't count on your experience there, but you still have to say sarcastic words. Believe it or not, I'll let you go in seconds!"

Piaoxue almost clenched her silver teeth.

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

"This pastor is so annoying..." Piaoxue was completely speechless.

The chaotic and exciting day ended until late at night, when Tang Feng's little t steadily rose to lv30 under the snowy training.
Chapter completed!