Virtual World: Close Combat Mage

The other players of the Anti-Sky Club, seeing the chairman lose so neatly and thoroughly, appeared to be happy and stared at Gu Fei and Fireball in disgust for a few moments before walking away silently.

Fireballs are impassioned, whistling and shouting. The expert online swimmer he once worshipped, at this point in his mind, is just one word: bam!

“Drunk brother!!!” By the time the anti-heavenly people have dispersed, the fireball has set up a new idol.

“How do you know he's behind you?” Fireball asked.

'Cause there's killings. ”Gu Fei laughed.

“Killing... is this really happening?” Fireball muttered to himself.

“Of course.” Gu Fei nodded, “I don't feel very good about killing, the best is my fourth uncle. For example, he slept there, you walked next to him, and he still slept well. But as soon as you focus on him, he'll wake up! ”

“You really know martial arts!” Fireball said.

“It's not martial arts, it's kung fu!” Gu Fei said.

“What's the difference? ”

“Martial arts is for physical fitness; kung fu is for defeating the enemy and defending the country.” Gu Fei sighed as he spoke. That's exactly what he and Dad disagree about. Dad always stressed that they practice martial arts, but Gu Fei felt that this was clearly kung fu.

“Defending the country… is there a need now?” Fireball said.

“No.” Gu Fei laughed, "so I thought I was going online! ”

“Oh… can I learn?” Here comes the fire ball.

“You…” Gu Fei hesitated.

“Am I too old for this?” Fireball is somewhat disappointed that he is in his twenties, and the protagonist should be famous for his martial arts novels at this age. I waited at this age to learn martial arts, then my daughter-in-law was robbed.

Not wanting to look at Fei, he shook his head: "Kung Fu is only when the human body is mature to begin formal learning. Must be at least fifteen or six. You're about my age. How come you're too old? It's just, it takes a lot of time to learn kung fu. Eight to twelve hours a day. Do you have so much free time? ”

“No.” Fireball answered without thinking.

“Or use your time in the game...”

“No, no, I don't want to learn. Let's get on with the game!” Fireball interrupted in a hurry.

Gu Fei laughed helplessly.

Six homeless men by the pond had also been refreshed. Gu Fei picked up the meat cutting knife he had just thrown away and prepared to kill the enemy. Fireball said at one side: “Drunk brother, this place is too high a grade. I don't have your skills. I'll practice somewhere else. ”

“I'll take you!” Gu Fei said.

“I'm here to play games, not to have people bring them!” Fireballs are very willing to say.

“Fine, then go!” Gu Fei laughed.

“Drunk brother, slow down, don't throw me too far!” Wave while the fire ball runs, "if you haven't already, let's go back to town for a drink. ”

“Okay, okay!” Gu Fei answered.

The two were separated, and Gu Fei continued to brush weirdness in this practice area. He was very excited in the war with the Sword Ghost. He hasn't had a chance to fight like this in a long time. In the moment between victory and loss, Gu Fei liked the feeling of that moment. While this opponent is technically quite rough in combat, it's really interesting when, sooner or later, in a simulated game called "Parallel World”, everyone will master a certain skill in combat.

As for these NPCs in front of you? Gu Fei flipped boringly at random. Computers are always computers, and this rigid way of attacking, over and over again, doesn't work at all. Sooner or later, all players will find their way into a computer attack. For example, that swordsmith, with his mind and reaction, will eventually be a master.

By the hillside pond, Gu Fei brushed strangely for two hours. In his eyes, he's not acting weird, he's just practicing his kung fu routine. He likes the feeling of sweating and dripping like rain, and he doesn't find his repetition boring at all. The reason why Gu Fei himself loved kung fu is because he enjoyed it immensely.

After defeating six more homeless people, Gu Fei has reached level 16. He wiped his face with water by the pond. The hot sweat on your face is so refreshing through the cold water. Gu Fei's first sincere admiration of the simulation of the game, this sweaty feeling and cold touch is fantastic.

At this time, Gu Fei received a prompt from a short message. He opened the mailbox and saw that it was a fire ball. “Drunk brother, what level are you? ”

“Level 16.” Gu Fei replied.

“Ah! Ah! So soon, I just got level 10.” Looking at the text, Gu Fei could feel the pity of the fireball. However, it took him two hours to reach level 10, thinking that he had played only two games by this pond. It seems that in parallel worlds, overstepping is a good way to upgrade quickly!

“Drunk brother, are you done? I saved a few bucks. I'll buy you a drink!” Fireball sent another message.

“Yes!” Gu Fei returned a message and started cleaning up the six guys he had defeated. A small amount of coins, some flowers and grasses that are unknown, then a meat cutting knife, Gu Fei has collected more than a dozen, there is no place left to put them on hold.

Though completely realistic, as a game, a game character still has to have a backpack to store things. In parallel worlds, backpacks are designed as pockets. If you throw something in a pocket between your right waist, it won't fall out again even if you put it in your backpack. When you take it, you reach into the bag and you feel the same arrangement of neat spaces inside, and where you reach in, the grille is naturally held in your hand. When your hand comes out of your pocket, even if it's pulled out, it feels like a mechanical cat.

Gu Fei packed up and climbed up the hill. He looked up and recognized the direction of returning to Cloud City.

Unfortunately, there was a guy practicing by the pond at the foot of the hill. Lurking, he came to the homeless man, issued a back stab, followed by a madness against the monster's siege, knocked over one and ran away quickly to rest, waiting for his life to be restored, so he reckoned.

The dagger in this man's hand emitted a dark blue light, and Gu Fei smiled. He recognized this man as a sword ghost. His rank seems to be over 20, and it's perfect to play weird here. But a group of six homeless people is not suitable for players to fight alone. In addition to Gu Fei's perverted body, he is also capable of dealing with such skilled players as Sword Ghost.

It was supposed to be by the fire of six homeless people, but only three. When the fourth refresh comes out, the Sword Ghost immediately goes forward, lurking, approaching, backstabbing, forcibly attacking, evacuating, resting, waiting to refresh, then going up.

The method used by Sword Ghost to attack, like Gu Fei, is also a repeated routine developed for NPC characteristics. Gu Fei Ban did not live in his heart to send a few exclamations.

But Gu Fei discovered that on a hillside not far from him, there was another person watching the Sword Ghost act.

This man strikes at his close-fitting purple robe and presents himself well. Obviously a female player. From the side, Gu Fei couldn't really see her face. She only saw her right hand dragging her left arm, her left hand stretching two fingers gently on her lips, very focused on looking at the swordsmith under the hill.

I didn't expect a girl to know anything about it. Gu Fei smiled. At this time, the Swordsmith had just packed up another homeless man to evacuate to his resting place, touched his pockets, and seemed to find his backpack full, raised his head after breathing, and found the two of them watching him on the hill. After being stunned, he turned away.

That distance, I don't know if he recognized me. Gu Fei thinks he doesn't have the same special symbolic equipment as the memories of the Sword Ghost.

The two people who lost their viewing target immediately walked in the same direction. Gu Fei noticed that the direction of the girl was basically the same as that of the sword ghost. He laughed in his heart: Is it possible that this sword ghost is about to meet? Although the gossip started, I thought the fireball was still waiting for me in a bar in the city, and immediately gave up the idea of following it.

Uh, it would be a little early to see someone in the book review area discussing style… if we could just draw conclusions from the title and introduction. It's an old reader of butterflies who talks about style. If you write a profile like "Solo Trek" or "Starlight," you'll laugh over it; but for friends who really need a profile to understand what the book is about, he'll only come to one conclusion if he sees it: What kind of play?! The introduction really doesn't have the style of butterfly, because there should be a thousand words in the introduction to this content with butterfly plain rumbling! This highly concentrated introduction is truly a breakthrough, cheer for the breakthrough! The real so-called style... In fact, you can read the two old books again, and you will also find that not all the stamps are so-called styles, I'm afraid they are just too impressed with the breakage of some bridges, and the scene occurs with a dotted cover! Oh, that's quite accurate, please give it another round of applause...

Finally, please read the book first! In popular terms: this book has just begun, I'm going to start with 2 million words, 3 million words to create the first small orgasm, 4 million words to describe the orgasm, and if all goes well, 5 million words to transition to the next bridge... and then, hey! The book is officially starting.