Fantasy Westward Journey: Return To 2005 Chapter 745

"Thank you... thank you, God!"

As the screen returned to normal, looking at 98k who had already quit the team for the first time, the most dazzling thing was that you finally reacted and quickly opened your friends to thank the other party.

"God..."

Seeing the thanks sent by the other party and the following names, Fang Yun, who had returned to Chang'an, was instantly happy, thinking that his own small five villages can be considered promising, and some people even started to call the gods.

In fact, although the previous conflict between Jinfeng Drizzle Building and Famous Sword Villa seemed to be highly discussed, for many ordinary players, the sense of existence of that conflict was not very strong.

Just like this little bone, Fang Yun took a special look just now, she belongs to a gang called 'Yueyin Piaoxiang', and this gang he has never seen in Bianliang City before, he can be sure that it should be from Hangu closed.

As a player of Hanguguan, the most dazzling thing is that when you did a business with 98k and killed the ring together, you didn't recognize him at all as the protagonist of the previous conflict. This is enough Explains a lot of problems.

"Tsk, if only I could be this calm in the future."

After closing the chat box with Little Bones, Fang Yun, who had just done a good deed, smacked his lips and couldn't help but sigh.

Where there are so-called people, there are rivers and lakes. Although he also hopes that Bianliang City can restore its usual tranquility as soon as possible, he knows better that if there is not a **** enough fight, the forces between Bianliang City and Hangu Pass will never be divided. draw a clear boundary.

Without thinking more, he opened the magic weapon bar and glanced at the bloodthirsty banner he had just obtained. He was about to cultivate it first, but just as he was about to click it, the mouse suddenly stopped.

Now that his Wuzhuang No. 5 has completed his ascension, although there is still a lot of experience left, after some calculations, he found that if he wanted to rise to 150 and have full skill and potential points, the experience was far from enough.

Experience is something that cannot be created out of thin air. If you want to, you have to brush it bit by bit. In this case, he must arrange the remaining experience as reasonably as possible, so as to ensure a certain amount of time while his strength continues to improve. combat power.

After thinking for a moment, he glanced at the main skills that his Wuzhuang Hao had acquired to level 150 before he ascended, and decided to ignore this one and upgrade the level first.

As for the magic weapon, he plans to throw it all over to the other main characters to help cultivate. After all, who makes those characters richer in experience?

After making a decision, he immediately threw the bloodthirsty flag on the Datang number, and after quickly counting the number of magic weapon cultivations for today, he traded it non-stop to another number to continue training.

While cultivating the magic weapon, Fang Yun Wuzhuanghao was not idle. With the appearance of a series of golden lights, his Wuzhuanghao level quickly rose to level 145.

But the difference from the last time is that this time, his experience bar has been completely unable to hold up to level 145. If he wants to upgrade next time, he can only go to the liver bit by bit. The wonderful scene of more than ten seconds no longer exists.

Seeing the bloodthirsty banners with steadily increasing layers and the Wuzhuang number whose experience bar was completely cleared, Fang Yun shook his head, knowing that he might not be able to relax in the next days.

Before I knew it, the time came to mid-June.

In mid-June, the capital was scorching hot, and the pedestrians on the road were in a hurry, and no one wanted to stop on the street like a sauna.

Driving an off-road vehicle, Fang Yun, who had just come out of the supermarket, returned to Yefengtan all the way. After parking the car in the garage, he returned home with a large and small bag.

Stuffing a bunch of beer and mineral water into the refrigerator, he returned to the study with the rest of the snacks, and made a mess in the snack cart next to the computer. He lay on the chair and boarded the game with the cool breeze blowing.

As a period of time has passed, today's Bianliang City has gradually begun to appear various 'sequelae of combining servers'. Different habits and frequent frictions between various forces have turned the entire Bianliang City into a huge powder keg. It's easy to detonate with just a tiny fuse.

According to Fang Yun's guess, if there is no accident, this lead should be the upcoming 13th Martial God Altar Qualification Trial.

As early as a few days ago, Fang Yun used Qianzun to represent the Qiancheng family and announced in the district that the Qiancheng family would not participate in this Wushen altar.

And with the announcement of this news, the various forces in Hangu Pass, who were still a little jealous of the Qiancheng family, immediately came to their senses, realizing that this time the Martial God Altar was likely to become their Hangu Pass erected in Bianliang City. The key battle of the flag!

But the problem is that the forces in Hanguguan have these thoughts, and the forces in Bianliang City also have such thoughts.

Although strictly speaking, the Golden Wind and Drizzle Building is definitely the golden signboard of Bianliang City, but after knowing it for a long time, the indigenous strength of Bianliang City is very clear. Unless someone takes the initiative to provoke this golden signboard, it is impossible to take the initiative. enter the war.

Without the participation of Jinfeng Drizzle Tower, the indigenous forces in Bianliang City can only rely on their own abilities if they want to decide the outcome with those forces in Hanguguan.

Therefore, after the announcement of the Qiancheng family's announcement of abandoning the Martial God Altar, the forces in both Hanguguan and Bianliang City began to frantically organize manpower, gathering their strongest players together one by one, intending to take it all at once. Qualifications for the next Wushen altar!

In fact, when the Qiancheng family announced to give up this session of the Martial God Altar, many players in Bianliang City slandered in private, saying that they were not too serious to watch the fun, and they had the strength to calm everything down, but they had to retreat. Staying behind the scenes and letting the two servers fight to the death~www.mtlnovel.com~ As the 'behind the scenes' leading all this, Fang Yun seems very innocent at this time.

It has long been an open secret in the district that he participates in the Martial God Altar very casually. Before the server was not merged, no matter whether he participated or not, the players in the district had no opinion. After all, no matter what, the Qiancheng family also really helped Bianliangcheng The hero who has won four championship trophies.

But this time, it was better. He was obviously just too lazy to go to the Martial God Altar at this time simply because the Wuzhuang number was not formed. As a result, the tone of the players in the area changed, and all kinds of conspiracy theories were overwhelming, as if he could get something by doing so. It's like a benefit...

However, at first, Fang Yun felt a little baffling, but then he thought about it. After all, players in this period still have a sense of belonging to their own server. At this critical moment, people say that his words are true. what.

At the same time that all parties in Bianliang City were eager to move, Fang Yun, who had taken himself out of this storm early on, was planning to do another wave of things while his Wuzhuang No. was gradually approaching the finished product.

I have been writing very painfully and without ideas recently. The outline is obviously still very long, but the connection is very rigid. I feel like I need to take a break to brush my thoughts...

Fantasy Westward Journey: Return to 2005

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