Global Fantasy: Only I Can Hang Up!

Therefore, after ranking each year, you can also challenge it. As long as you have an idea, no one will stop it. On the contrary, there are fewer things like this, because generally those who are ranked behind are too lazy to challenge others, and they know the difference between strength and weakness.

Unless their interests are involved, it is possible to fight, but such situations are still very rare. Basically, except for the existence of newly opened small worlds or secret realms, this is where war will break out. , Otherwise, it's not worth it.

Bai Rongrong looked at the sudden arrival of two strong clans, and was also a little confused.

"No, the strength of these ten thousand races is not enough to come to this intermediate world to fight for a small relic! They have many relics and secrets in the big world to die, why 070 come to us to fight for it?"

Everyone, you and I are discussing this sentence by sentence.

Chen Xuanfeng naturally saw this slightly different situation than usual, which really made him a little stunned.

"It seems that the ruins this time are not peaceful, and there are hidden meanings."

Mumbling in his heart, Chen Xuanfeng directly opened the virtual network and checked it. Sure enough, he found something wrong in some forums with no people.

"Good guy, it turned out that a top-level existence in the big world that year fell into the middle-level world (baeg) world. This is what caused this world to become a sea of ​​flowers. Ordinary human races or other tens of thousands of races survived. Won't come down."

Chen Xuanfeng glanced at the Protoss and the Centaur. For the time being, no other people from the ten thousand races came to join in the fun. It seems that the matter is obvious, that is, the people of the ten thousand races are not all aware of it now.

It is the so-called limited number of big clans that exchange information. At least judging from the current ranking of the clans, it is obvious that this relic has some implications.

"Unexpectedly, Brother Tianma came too, the news was received early enough!"

After seeing the incoming person, Shen Tiancheng immediately opened his mouth to greet him. It was obvious that he and the centaur and the troops behind him also knew each other.

The leader of the horse is obviously a bit unusual. This person has blood red eyes, but he is very energetic. Judging from the movements of the upper body, it is impossible to find that this person is a personal horse.

"This is normal. I am also a person who likes to join in the fun. After all, this news is also told by the Tiancheng brothers and your people. You and I don't have to be polite. I am afraid that you and I will join hands in this battle. Guard, must be what Brother Tiancheng hopes to get, right?"

After Shen Tiancheng heard the Tianma of the Centaur tribe speaking out, the shop Xiaoer who was stepping on it also moved away and walked forward, laughing.

"Brother Tianma, you are right! You still have to join forces with you and my clan. Your clan also equips you with a guard. Our clan gave me nothing. Our clan's emperor asked me to bring that thing back. It's helpless!"

The tone seemed to be that the Protoss owed him, and he seemed to be reluctant to say these words. The people around looked at the appearance of God's Tiancheng, and they didn't understand the slightest of these words.

However, the Centaur tribe’s complexion was a little stiff, and he stopped thinking about what he wanted to say. The two smiling people crossed shoulders and walked to the house on the second floor. The inn was built in the shape of a pointed head. . .

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