After the Taohuawu Guild was established for so long, Chen Jing has plundered many good players in the game with her connections. Although the number of people in the guild has been small due to the limited scale, and there has not been a guild base yet, this does not affect the true strength of the entire Taohuawu Guild.

Now Chen Jing can confidently say that the average strength of each player in the guild is at least one level higher than that of ordinary guilds!

Under the influence of various experts in the guild, Caisang people, as the main priest of the guild, have also increased their skills, and their ability to identify "true and fake" has also been greatly improved. Looking back on the various details of the adventures with Fang Yi, Caisang MM realized more clearly how far Fang Yi, as a top professional player, has set aside people who represent the public level.

So when Fang Yi and the old man rolled, and saw the sparks flashing from the white snow on the white snow, the heart of the Sang Cairen suddenly tugged - this old man rolled up so well!?

The place where the two fought was thirty or forty feet away from the camp fire, and the general people's vision began to blur. However, the two people in the battle group were not affected at all. Fang Yi had an enhanced version of dark vision. As an advanced professional divine fist envoy of the monk, Lao Gun had long learned the rare skill "blind vision ability". Even if he could not see his five fingers around him or was shrouded by the darkness caused by magic, he could not have any impact on Lao Gun's actions.

On the dark snow, two figures of black and brown intersected each other, as fast as lightning! It can be clearly seen that the two were both impressed by the thick snow on the ground while they were moving, and the fighting movements were not so standard.

Even so, Fang Yi was still straightforward when swinging his sword, and the monk became more and more powerful when holding his fists. The basic skills of the two were both solid, and there were only the sharp sword light and the iron fist that drove the dark golden phantom at the sight!

When two masters with similar skills fight, it is unlikely to capture the opponent's weakness and kill them with a fatal blow. What's more, these two are old acquaintances and can no longer understand each other's routines. From the beginning, this battle was destined to be a war of attrition.

Fang Yi also took a little advantage in this - since she changed to play assassin, Fang Yi has been consciously integrating his original combat style with the assassin profession, and has made a lot of changes, so Lao Geng was invisibly suppressed by Fang Yi's flexible but imposing style.

There is nothing to say about the next battle, and the two sides have finished their skills.

Fang Yi's two forced stealth and sneak attacks were blindly avoided by Lao Geng, but he gently exploded the opponent's chrysanthemum twice, taking away more than 150 points of health; and Lao Geng's shock fist (instant skill, shocking the target, making the enemy unable to move) and rapid combo (in a short time, each attack action of the Divine Fist is regarded as two identical attacks, and the damage caused can be critical and can be superimposed with the shock fist) just gently brushed Fang Yi's shoulder and took away nearly 200 points of health.

Then Fang Yi activated the long-planned assassination skill.

"Huh~Huh~Cough cough..."

Fang Yi's physical strength and health points had been exhausted, and he knelt on one knee weakly. After a few long breaths, he spat out a large mouthful of blood with a "pah!" and looked up at Caisang MM not far away, "Cough... beautiful lady, let's have a healing technique~"

The man who was picking the Sang beside him was already stunned. He heard Fang Yi's words and subconsciously began to cast spells, and a holy light lit up on Fang Yi's body.

The two of them had no brilliant magical effect. They did not have the terrifying power of the artifact being unsheathed. There were only ordinary fights with fists and fatal knives. In the night, in addition to the "ding-ding-dang" metallic attack sound, the "bang" sound of fists hitting the body, and the sound of a scimitar and dagger slashing on the monk's body.

Both of them didn't say a word in the entire battle, but after looking carefully, Fang Yi and Lao Geng were already covered in scars.

Needless to say, the fallen monk was taken away by Fang Yi's ultimate move. The winner Fang Yi looked at him even more miserable than Lao Geng. His face was covered with bruises from his fists, blood was hanging on the corner of his mouth, and his left eye socket was swollen high, which looked like he was stabbed hard by a scorpion. It was so miserable. Ji Feng, who was shaking his tail, kept sobbing when he saw it, and seemed to be very distressed.

Caisang people felt a lot of discomfort, and they couldn't help but complain about why they listened to Fang Yi's failure to intervene in the battle. Fortunately, this is temporary. After all, the title of the sacred priest "King of Auxiliary" is not a big deal. With Caisang people's current strength, there is no pressure to take care of a five-man team alone, let alone Fang Yi. Soon, Fang Yi restored his original "handsome face".

"Go away!"

Fang Yi, who had almost replied, had no time to wait for his physical strength to recover. He grabbed the wrist of the Sang Cairen and ran to the camp. While packing up his things, he told the Sang Cairen: "Swap the mail and replace it with leather armor. Let's leave here overnight!"

"Ah! What's wrong?" Caisang's man was a little confused, but he changed into leather and cloth armor that were more convenient to move according to Fang Yi's instructions, and put away the shield behind him: "Are you worried that the old man would not keep his word and come to take revenge? If he comes again, we both will do it together, I will definitely not let you get hurt!"

Fang Yi was clasping his butt and packing up the things in the tent. Hearing the words, he turned his head and looked at the serious picker, and grinned: "I believe in you, but we still have to run. Hurry up and explain to you on the way!"

In this way, the two of them quickly packed up their things and, under Fang Yi's command, advanced all the way to the south. The Broken Ridge was on the west, but Fang Yi was trying to escape the enemy's pursuit, so where could he run west directly?

Lao Gun said it clearly just now that if the duel fails, he will not cause trouble for Fang Yi anymore, but he did not say that "his subordinates" will not cause trouble for Fang Yi... This kind of text game is left over from Fang Yi, not to mention that the mountains and flowing waters are the "seyu"-stricken master. There are no less than fifty people in the camp, so I won't run away now, waiting for someone to make dumplings?

...

The light reflected by the snow is not enough to identify the terrain on the wasteland. The rolling hills are like the backs of several sleeping giant beasts, forming dim curves in front of their eyes.

When he was rushing to the evening, he said that Fang Yi was no different from during the day, but it was a bit troublesome for Caisang. At the critical moment, Fang Yi had no time to worry about the difference between men and women. He grabbed the elf priest's hand and started running wildly on the wasteland.

Fortunately, the weather is clear and snow-covered these days, and there are still many footprints left by players passing by during the day on the ground. Fang Yi and Caisang people followed the footsteps of these people and rushed towards the small broken ridge.

...

Gao Shan Liushui was a little guilty at first because Lao Geng's dominance in the team was unquestionable. He took people to PK on his back and was inevitably scolded afterwards. Although the boss of the treasure group was Gao Shan Liushui's father, Lao Geng was the authoritative here. Even if the boss came in person, he had to listen to this monk in the game unless he was fired.

The mountains and flowing waters know that it is impossible.

However, the previous words of the human mage completely eliminated the doubts of the mountains and flowing waters - the leader of the old group did not say death, which means he did not care about the troubles of his subordinates in the block. As long as he did not let Lao Geng see it, don't let him say that he was instructing him.

After Lao Geng died inexplicably, Gao Shan Liushui was confident in his guesses - as long as he held the flag of avenging the regiment commander, who could stop me?

...

"Where are people! Where are people!" The mountain flowing water cut off the two tents lonely in the snow pit with a sword, and was very angry: "Isn't this block a famous master? He actually ran away!?"

"Let the rangers in the team follow you. There are two people who have high tracing and survival skills in the wild," the human mage next to him frowned and said, "But this place is not far from the Broken Ridge. They may be able to arrive before dawn. Even if they find the direction of their escape, it will probably be difficult to catch up..."

"Then kill to the Broken Ridge!"

Gaoshan Liushui used his sword to open one of the tents, and it seemed that he could still smell the fragrance left in the tent. He couldn't help but feel jealous: "Anyway, he has to go to the camp to handle the mission. I want to see how they can still hang out in the Broken Ridge if they kill our regiment commander!"

***

The human mage was right. Fang Yi walked south less than half a mile and immediately turned west and ran wildly towards the direction of the Broken Ridge. With the skills of Caisang MM, there was basically no need to worry about not having enough physical strength. When it was more than two hours before dawn, he had already seen the vague building shadows of the people and horse camp in the distance. Fang Yi breathed a sigh of relief with relief.

Fang Yi knew Lao Geng, he was a very rational person. Since Fang Yi was ahead of them in this task, there was no reason to give up. So if you find an excuse to fight Fang Yi, you will immediately shift the center to other aspects and find another way to go.

On the contrary, the guys under the old man gave Fang Yi a headache, for fear that the mountain would pick up girls and would not let go if he chased me...

...

In the camp of the mountain centaur, the chief's tent.

Thorm still looks beautiful and charming, leaning against Cable slightly intimately. A discerning person can see the relationship between the two at a glance. Fang Yixin said that it was indeed not as expected. Cable's mind was very bad. It is fake to conquer other people's tribes, but it is true to conquer beauties~
Chapter completed!