This Game is Unusual

Xiao Zhi saw many people die in front of him, both enemies and friends.

On such a huge battlefield, the warriors who died at his hands were, after all, a minority.

He saw a powerful martial artist caught in a tight siege and died under siege.

He saw a weak person breaking through in a desperate situation, his strength soared, and he killed a strong enemy.

He saw Lingxiu make a move, and he could kill dozens or even hundreds of people with one move.

He saw that Jindan monks from both sides were fighting in mid-air, and the aftermath of the battle alone killed dozens of people below.

However, the number of battles between Jindan monks is very small. Most of the time, they are supervising and directing the battle in mid-air.

The battlefield is cruel, and people are dying every moment.

As powerful as a Taoist monk, he will be in danger of falling on the battlefield.

Today's battle was even more intense than yesterday's, with countless casualties, blood and corpses, Xiao Zhi felt a little numb after seeing it.

At dusk, under the orders of their respective commanders, the armies of the two countries stopped fighting and began to retreat.

After returning to the camp, all the players were very silent, even Duan Yi, who was the loudest before, seemed a little silent at this time.

Xiao Zhi counted the number of players.

When they went to the battlefield, this team of players, including Xiao Zhi, had a total of 204 people. One day later, there were still 151 people left, and 53 people died in battle.

Not too much, but not too little.

Fortunately, the people Xiao Zhi knew well, Li Pingfeng, Duan Yi, Xie Ke, including Yang Bin, all survived.

It's normal to survive. After all, Li Pingfeng and the others are not weak, and they all have the innate strength of the ninth stage.

On the battlefield, as long as the innate ninth-level warriors avoid the Taoist monks, as long as they don't fall into the siege of the enemy, it is difficult to die.

As night fell, an oil lamp was burning in Xiao Zhi's tent.

Duan Yi opened his mouth and said: "After fighting for a day, the true energy in my body was exhausted more than a dozen times, and after eating more than a dozen Qi gathering pills, I only got 157 points of merit. The strength is weak, and the attack power of warriors with physique routes is not strong. It is really difficult to get the meritorious value of the national war. A dozen or so energy-gathering pills, that is hundreds of thousands of dollars. , It’s enough for me to upgrade the ‘Golden Body Art’ from the entry level to the small level, it’s really a loss, how about you, how much have you gained?”

Li Pingfeng said: "I am a little more than you, with 179 points of meritorious service in the national war, and consuming 23 Qi Gathering Pills. I was unlucky. I encountered a congenital high-ranking person who was blessed by the combined attack method. I was almost killed by that grandson." It was cut with a sword."

Xie Ke opened the mouth and said: "253 National War Merit Points, 9 Qi Gathering Pills, I am good at sneak attacks, one hit kills, and the consumption of Qi Gathering Pills is not much."

Yang Bin also said at this time: "For 215 points of national war meritorious service and Juqi pills, I didn't count them deliberately, it should be about 20."

After Yang Bin finished speaking, everyone's eyes fell on Xiao Zhi.

Duan Yi said: "Brother Zhi, you are in the Dao realm, and your strength is much stronger than ours. How did you gain today?"

Xiao Zhi glanced at them, and said vaguely: "I don't gain much, only a few thousand points..."

"A few thousand points? How much?" Li Pingfeng raised his eyebrows.

Xiao Zhi hesitated for a moment, but decided to tell the truth. After all, it was of little significance to conceal this thing, and he was not going to pretend to be a pig to eat a tiger. The reason why he was vague just now was because he was afraid that telling the truth would hurt people like Li Pingfeng too much. .

Since Li Pingfeng and the others want to break the casserole and ask the end, then he has no choice.

Xiao Zhi coughed lightly and said, "It's really not many, only 5103 points in total."

As soon as Xiao Zhi said these words, the atmosphere in the tent became eerily quiet.

Li Pingfeng and the others all stared at him with wide eyes.

"5103 points? That's all?" Li Pingfeng let out a long breath, and said with a complicated expression: "People are so angry, Xiao Zhi, that is, I can't beat you now. If I can beat you, I will I really want to beat you hard!"

"Me too." Xie Ke rarely agreed.

Duan Yi said quietly: "Young Master Li, let me give you an idea. Although you are not an opponent of Brother Zhi in the world of sentient beings, in the real world, if you fight between you, it is not certain who will win. Now, if you really want to beat Brother Zhi, you can actually beat him up in the real world."

Xie Ke also opened his mouth and said quietly: "If Li Shao and Brother Zhi really staged a martial arts show in the real world, I will bet a pack of spicy strips, and the final winner should be Li Shao."

"Oh? Xie Ke, why do you think that Young Master Li will win?" Yang Bin said at this time, fearing that the world would not be chaotic.

"Okay, that's enough for you guys." Xiao Zhi said with a dark face: "You want to fight, right? Believe it or not, I will kick you out one by one! I am now a monk in the middle stage of foundation establishment, and you are only born at the ninth stage. Can I compare with me? If I were a monk in the Foundation Establishment period, like you, I would only earn one or two hundred national war merit points, would you think it normal? It's better to buy a piece of tofu and kill him!"

Li Pingfeng and the others looked at each other.

There is some truth to Xiao Zhi's words. Can these innate ninth-level warriors compare with mid-stage foundation-building monks?

If they were also mid-stage foundation-establishment monks, they might also be able to earn so many national war merits from Xiao Zhi, no, maybe even more.

At least Xie Ke felt that if he was in the middle stage of foundation establishment, he would be able to achieve more meritorious service in the national war than Xiao Zhi.

As a former professional game player, it has been engraved in his bones to allocate every ounce of power reasonably, to obtain the greatest results with the least consumption.

For example, this time, among the innate ninth-level players present, he consumed the least energy-gathering pills, but he gained the most national war merit points among them.

"Okay, everyone should practice and rest, and I'll go offline to go to the bathroom." After finishing speaking, Xiao Zhi closed his eyes and stopped talking.

He was indeed in a hurry, and also hungry.

After his consciousness returned to the real world, Xiao Zhi opened his eyes, got up from the bed, and rushed directly to the bathroom.

After coming out of the bathroom, Xiao Zhi picked up his phone again and ordered a takeaway for himself.

After fighting on the battlefield for a day, his nerves were tense all the time, and he was really tired. Xiao Zhi sat on the sofa, while waiting for the takeaway, closed his eyes, and gently rubbed his temples with his fingers.

As for cultivation, let's talk about it when we are full.

This time, after waiting for a long time, half an hour passed before the door was knocked.

Xiao Zhi took the takeaway from the courier brother, sat back on the sofa, and was devouring it.

Outside the door, there was a sudden gunshot.

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