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"Oh, why haven't anyone entered the 8th level map yet? I'm so frustrated." The fat man collapsed on the chair and shouted something.

Before we knew it, Zhang Mu led his team to the 8th level map for almost a month. There are still only 100 players in the 8th level map. You know, this is a 8th level map that can accommodate 100,000 players. Except for teammates who enter the 8th level map together, it is impossible to find other players on this map, and it is like finding a needle in a haystack. Otherwise, what about the loneliness of experts? Sometimes it is not a good thing to walk too fast.

"Okay, stop yelling, continue practicing your level. Before you reach the 3-star team, you are not allowed to leave the 8th level map, and you are not allowed to participate in the guild battle!" Zhang Mu gave the fat man a blank look. How could a person who can't stand the loneliness become a master?

"What temple, frozen, Osaka Wolf, where are you? You are also a master, hurry up and go to the map to let me practice your skills." The fat man mumbled and slapped his fat claws and slashed his tactical keyboard randomly on the tactical keyboard.

It’s strange that somehow happened recently, Enlos, District E, seemed particularly calm, and the number of battle reports that were flying like snowflakes in the past has dropped by half. In Liang Qi’s words, it means that ‘the masters are all hibernating and waiting for the day when spring is blooming.’

The sun is shining outside the house and the ice and snow melt.

It was March, the temperature rose sharply, and the withered trees sprouted.

"God, let's see some strong enemies, old enemies, or something. If this continues, I will be suffocated to death." Zhang Mu sat on a chair next to the swimming pool and prayed quietly. In fact, Zhang Mu was also lonely.

A hero is invincible and must not be without war!

"Brother Mu, the portal you want has been made. Go back to the 7th level map." At this time, Xiao K suddenly sent a secret message.

When Zhang Mu saw this, he was immediately excited and grabbed the headset and said, "Brothers, we have something to do. Let's gather back to the 7th level map to make a copy!"

"oh!"

"Here you come!"

"I'll wait until the flowers are dry!"

One hour later, a 10-person dungeon team including the Lord and Myth Swordsman was officially established.

Zhang Mu said strangely: "Big Ben, where are the others?"

I laughed: "They have already returned to the 7th level map. They only fought with people not long ago. The troops have not yet recovered, so there is no need to wait for them."

"No! There is a fight, why don't you call us? Daben, you are so unkind!" Mythshu was also stunned and protested seriously.

I shrugged my shoulders and smiled lightly, "There are too many wolves and fewer meats, I can't blame me for this. If you go too, what else can I do?"

"despise!…"

"cut!"
Chapter completed!