The Bald Monk in the City

"Crackling times..."

　　 The wood in the bonfire made a crisp explosion from time to time, and the bright bonfire dispelled the cold at night.

　　 Yi Qiu sits next to the campfire and looks at the ability stretching capsule on his retina. Yi Qiu is not sure whether the ability stretching capsule will help him.

　　 But judging from the description of the ability to stretch the capsule, the range of items covered can be said to be very large.

　　 But because the scope of the items included is too large, the probability of being able to draw useful items is very small.

　　 Yi Qiu currently does not have many non-professional skills, and among them, the Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong has been idle.

　　Because Yi Qiu doesn't have so much idle time to practice for the time being, with his current level of Longxiang Prajna Gong, he will have to practice at least a few months before he can improve one level.

　　 And for Yi Qiu, the Eight Gate Dunjia is a very core ability in the combat system.

　　 Yi Qiu is not sure whether the ability expansion capsule can produce items that promote the Eight Door Dunjia, and there are not many abilities that can be derived from abilities like the Eight Door Dunjia, which are similar to gene locks.

　　 But after thinking about it, Yi Qiu is about to try it out.

　　 Although there are not many derivative abilities related to the Eight Gate Dunjia, if he can draw skill scrolls such as Hiruto, it can save him a lot of practice time.

　　 And now there is nothing to consume the Yiqiu Comprehensive Network disaster currency. It is the more correct choice to convert the Comprehensive Network disaster currency into strength in time.

　　 "Guru..."

　　 Yi Qiu took a sip of bamboo leaf tea warmed by a campfire. The air in Tubo is very dry, and people always want to drink more water.

　　 Touched his bald head, Yi Qiu sat cross-legged.

　　 The bidding time for the ability stretch capsule is 11 hours left, so he can sleep first.

　　 But before going to bed, Yi Qiu was going to play Cod’s arena first.

　　The redemption points of the power of returning to the ancestors have been saved nearly a quarter, because the winning streak has extra rewards, and it is very rich.

　　 Therefore, Yi Qiu is generally suitable for playing at the bottom of his book. After all, he is basically in a state of being hollowed out after the book, and it is difficult to play a relatively high daily winning streak.

　　 Yi Qiu opened the comprehensive web panel with a point of consciousness, then selected Cod Arena, and suddenly a new prompt message was refreshed on his retina:

　　 "Are you in a random match?"

"Yes."

　　 "The character is being sent to the battlefield..."

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　　 In the battlefield like a wilderness, Nasal closed her eyes and adjusted her state.

　　 It’s too early, and it’s not too late to observe the enemy when the countdown on the retina enters the last minute.

　　 Na Sha'er has gone through four fierce battles before, and she needs a short rest to adjust her state.

　　 Since that failure, she has spent at least 1 hour fighting in the Cod Arena almost every day.

　　As a half-elf, she is proud and fragile.

　　 Of course she can bear failure, but she can't accept her own powerlessness-that makes her feel more painful than failure.

She gave up the short swords and shields that once brought her safety and food, and took up the elven long swords she had abandoned-the weapons used by those who abandoned and expelled her. She deeply hated this. A weapon respected by the world.

　　 But in the end she chose to succumb to reality and took up a weapon she once detested deeply.

　　Because Nasal hates weakness more than she hates expellers...

　　 But Nasha'er has her own pride, she did not choose to seek refuge in the evil **** or the exotic creatures that have been active recently.

　　 She never trusts in getting the power she wants from the gods. She is a half-elf, a victim, and an outcast. What she can trust is the long sword in her hand.

Sadly, the elf ornamentation on the long sword is like a red soldering iron that makes her dignity feel painful-the miserable time of being abandoned in her childhood made her deeply hate the elf who expelled her, and she didn't want to get anything from the elf. Of benefits.

　　 But the blood of the elves is flowing in her body-although only half, it still makes her surrender to the shadow of reality.

　　 She is not such an extraordinary person. She has no help from the family, nor is she favored by luck. The only advantage she has is the half-elf bloodline that brings her suffering and torture.

　　 She has no choice...

　　 The memory of the enemy tying her tightly like an iron hoop, still spurs Nasha'er like a long whip covered with salt.

　　 She desires to be strong, because that can give her a meager sense of security.

　　 This is the fate of the mixed race, and also the cage between him and them...

　　 The power in the bloodline makes her use the sharp and gorgeous elven sword like an arm, but what she presents is not the elegant style of elves like dancing, but full of aggressive murderous intent.

　　Only the elves who live in the forest and enjoy the freedom and ease can dance such an elegant elven sword dance, and the half-elf that fell into the dust wields a struggling fate...

　　 "It is 1 minute and 9 seconds before the start of the match..."

　　 When the prompt message was refreshed on the retina, Nasha'er slowly opened her eyes.

　　The time has come. She must at least observe the opponent before the battle. This is more meaningful than her taking a break for another minute.

　　 When Nasha'er saw the opponent's appearance thoroughly, her brown pupils suddenly shrank together violently:

"It's him!"

　　 A fateful sense of inconsistency emerged in Nasha'er's heart, when she gave up her dignity and persistence, and when she was about to wash away the shame from victory.

　　 He appeared in front of her again~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and stood opposite her.

　　 Even though she was still in that ordinary appearance, it cast a shadow that oppressed her like a big mountain.

　　 Na Sha'er tightly held the elf long sword in her hand, there seemed to be something burning in her eyes.

　　 This time is different!

　　 Na Sha'er bent down slightly, like a female leopard charged up, full of surging strength and vitality.

　　 "3 seconds before the start of the match..."

　　 "There are 2 seconds left before the start of the match..."

　　 "One second before the start of the match..."

　　 "The battle begins!"

　　 "Elf-Shunbu!"

　　 Na Sha'er's body suddenly disappeared from the place, and the speed of the explosion made her directly turn into a phantom!

　　 The air is distorting, and the thin and sharp elven sword is like a golden line in the air, as if Nasha'er had grown two thin golden wings in an instant.

　　The image of the enemy kept getting closer in Nasha'er's retina. Finally, when she entered the attack range of the Elf Longsword, she suddenly jumped toward the enemy's side!

　　 "Wing cut a flash!"

　　 As if suddenly losing gravity, Nasha'er moved to the right side of the enemy lightly, while the two elven long swords whizzed through the enemy's body with charging potential energy!

　　 The elven sword drew a beautiful arc in the air, as if the enemy was just a shadow.

　　 Na Shaer:?

　　And at this moment, Nasha'er's aftermath found that the enemy's ghost shadow disappeared, and then a huge fist filled her vision...