Huang Jinglin, as a mission area in the Eastern Continent, naturally attracted many players to come here. At this time, those once unattainable monsters have become vulnerable groups that players can slaughter.

The sun has just set, and the land shining on the mountain still emits a shallow heat. At this time, it is also the peak of the game. Whether you are working or going to school, you have finished your day's work and you can enter the game for a little while.

When I set foot on the path of Puzhao Mountain, I could occasionally encounter one or two players who were rushing to the mountain. In groups of three or five, or gangs, their backpacks were always filled with potions, and their faces were filled with excitement and expectation. When I came back, the potions would inevitably be replaced with valuable materials or satisfactory equipment.

Infected by this atmosphere, my steps became lighter and accelerated towards the cave in my memory. However, when I really arrived at the entrance of the cave, I found that there were already full of players and I couldn't even squeeze in a crack.

Could something have happened? I habitually started sneaking, found a hidden place to hide, and did not let those players discover my existence.

"Waste! Waste! All are fucking waste!" A human hero who was covered in golden armor and was as sexy as the Golden Saint Seiya was yelling at the players around him with anger. His handsome face, which was originally handsome, looked extremely ridiculous under the exaggerated expression. Unfortunately, he himself didn't think anything was wrong at all. He even felt that using sound alone could not express his anger in his heart. He kept bombarding the raised stones on the mountain wall with his fists, and stone chips flew everywhere.

The players around were knocked down by falling stones from time to time, and their faces and bodies were covered with dust. No one dared to object, and they all lowered their heads and kept silent, and even dared not breathe out.

Damn! As for this excessive! It's enough to lose your temper, but he even started to chop people. What player will not rebel with such a gang leader? But there are so many strange things in the world. The player who was cut is not angry, but instead stands obediently, allowing the guy to chop and stab. He grits his teeth and doesn't say a word, and doesn't even drink a bottle of potion. What's going on?

Finally, someone couldn't see what the "Golden Saint" did. He pulled away the player who was being cut off and said with a smile on his face: "Young Master, everyone has dropped the level. If you cut like this, we will lose more levels. If you really want to vent, I'll call a few lower-level people to let you cut off, so you can calm down first." As he said that, his hand was desperately gestured behind his back, allowing the player who was being cut to hide aside.

But the latter seemed to have no intention of leaving. His head was hanging low, his body stood straight, and he didn't move at all.

I was curious for a moment and couldn't help but look at the player who was cut a few more times. The more I looked at it, the more strange it became. How could a person like this be humble to a waste?

I thought that this player was either low-level or had no money or equipment, so he had to join the gang in exchange for what he wanted. Generally, such players had almost no fighting spirit. In order to be able to do well in the game, he could not have any face-to-face personality. However, this ghost killer named "Xintianyou" was at level 70. In other words, he was almost the top 100 people in the rankings of the world. Will such people sell their character for material things?

Looking at his equipment, it was all the best suits. The key is that the suit was made in the column, and the words "Xintianyou" were clearly written. What does this mean? This means that this guy will never lose money. Even if he had no money before, as long as he processed two or three sets of equipment like him, he would make everything. Now there are a lot of materials that no one can do. There are gangs everywhere at the Grandmaster level life skills players are definitely rare and very popular in the Eastern Continent.

On the other hand, the "Golden Saint Seiya" named Long Nitian had no level, and had a good-looking airtight with only a piece of equipment, and was so poor that he was so bad. He was wearing a heavy armor, but he used a long sword that required high agility. No matter how you look at it, he was a bad person who had no operation, no consciousness, no savor, no taste, no character, no character.

Maybe he lost interest in killing people after being pulled over, or maybe the "big young master" had already vented enough, he snorted coldly and lobbed Xintian: "Go to take medicine, don't let me see you!"

Xin Tianyou nodded slightly and was about to turn around and leave, "Golden Saint Seiya" suddenly added: "Don't run back with sneaking, if you want to die, you can stay away!"

Who is it!

The more I looked at it, the more angry I became, and I wanted to rush up and give the eldest young master two big mouths to teach him how to be a human being. It's so fucking no tutor! I saw that I was just a second-generation ancestor who had nothing to do when I was full at home and had nothing to do. He relied on his ancestors to accumulate virtue and had no worries about food and clothing. Such people are just here to spend money when playing games and don't treat others as human beings at all.

But no matter what, it is their business that people like to play games, and it seems that Xin Tianyou also looks willing. I really don’t need to care about this little business.

Just as I was about to find a gap and go into the cave first, I saw Xin Tianyou walking towards me. However, his target was obviously not me, but a group of timid players beside me.

It seems that this group of players is also with them, but they seem to be particularly afraid of the "big young master", so they have been hiding far away and dare not get close to the cave, for fear of a fire in the city gate and causing harm to the fish in the pond.

Seeing Xin Tianyou walking towards him, one of the players took two steps forward, quickly handed over the bottle of potion, and said with a smile: "Brother Xin, you can return your physical strength first. Young Master is really too much. No one should cut you."

Xintianyou gave the player a blank look, and did not take the potion from his hand. He took the pill from his backpack and poured it into his mouth. The player was holding the bottle of medicine in his hand. It was neither right to collect nor hand over it.

Another player saw that the situation was wrong, pushed away the previous person and said flatteringly: "How can you, a kid, evaluate the eldest young master like this? It is normal for the young master to be young and energetic, and occasionally get angry. Who is Brother Xin? How could he both care about these things with the young master? Besides, Brother Yi Xin is, even if he is chopped with dozens of swords, he won't take it seriously at all, right?"

"That's right, Brother Xin is so great that he can tolerate everything and cannot tolerate it. Only masters like Brother Xin are worthy of who we are with." Someone next to him immediately agreed.

I ^%&%%^%^%＄Ｅ%^%^%Ｅ… I was really going to vomit the dinner the day before yesterday. Are these people’s skins made of city walls? How can they be so thick? I didn’t see Xin Tianyou’s faces have become the same color as bluestone slabs, and they can continue to say those stingy words indifferently.

Before Xin Tianyou's attack, the player who had just grabbed him hurriedly came over, staring away the fuck around him with his eyes, put one hand on Xin Tianyou's shoulder, and whispered: "Axin, I feel wronged. Do you know that the young master..."

Xin Tianyou shook his head coldly, with no expression on his face. He neither seemed angry nor complained. It seemed as if everything had not happened just now, or he had been used to it long ago?

The player seemed to know Xin Tianyou's temper very well. As expected, he did not mention this matter again. Instead, he turned to face the flatterers just now: "What are you doing? He told me to call a few chess masters to come. The result is! I really think that your level is not something that has been practiced, right? The young master gave you money to you, just to work hard! How does the master educate you in the usual way? Is it for you to take the anger for the eldest master to bear?"

Several flatterers seemed extremely afraid of this person. They were scolded so much that they bowed their heads and didn't dare to say anything. Someone tentatively cast a look at Xin Tianyou for help, but unfortunately the latter didn't seem to see it at all, or they didn't want to deal with this matter at all.

Such situations are rare in the world, and few players can have such a respectful attitude towards the top leaders in the gang. It is common to flatter, but they will not be as servile as they are now.

I guessed something from their words that the "Golden Saint" was probably the young master of a big family. Because he had nothing to do at home, he ran to the game to mess around. After all, among the big families, there were talents like Broken Ya and Xiaoyu, as well as Ling Yun and Chongtian Jian, so many families were willing to let their descendants exercise in the game.

It is said that shopping malls are like battlefields. In such a virtual world, you can lose some money at best. If you can learn something from the younger generation, it is much better than being hit by the real society. After all, once you fail in the game, you can delete the account and start over. If you are stepped on in reality, you will have no room for a turnaround. What's more, for such a large conglomerate, that little bit of money is simply insignificant.
Chapter completed!