Urban Dungeon: This world is in danger

There is a big difference between an official quest and a trial quest.

In the Trial Dungeon:

The Indian Reporter can learn skills by looking at the cheats.

However, if you want to learn skills after passing the trial dungeon, you need to complete events and choose skills.

Or practice according to the cheats, master little by little, and form skills.

Wang Quan scavenged a lot of cheats from the bald dragon master.

It's a pity:

these cheats do not form skills.

I don't know if I can choose through rewards after this return.

At this time,

he wanted to give it a try and see if he could train himself and develop skills.

So:

this foreign martial artist has become the target of his attempt.

Bang

, bang

, bang,

fists and kicks flying.

A minute....

The white man with a ponytail was scrappy:

"It turns out that this guy is nothing more than that."

"He can kill others in seconds, relying on sneak attacks!" "

He's not my opponent." "

The advantage is mine!"

five minutes....

The white man in the ponytail was sweating.

"Didn't he kill people by sneak attack

?" "Why is he still holding on?"

"But... He's scattered, and I'll be able to win in no time!

" "The advantage is still mine!"

Whew, whew, whew!

The white man in the ponytail gasped.

Ten minutes of high-intensity fighting, even if he was not beaten, but he was tired and panting.

"How can he fight like this?" the

white man with a ponytail looked ugly.

Admiral Victor, who ordered him to slay the royal power in the ring.

He's so hardworking, but.... It's not done yet.

"Mr. Victor.... Will it be angry?"

he stole into the stands.

Result:

In the stands, there are only eight imperial masters left.

Admiral Victor, missing.

"Oops, Mr. Victor, he must be angry!" he

was a British Imperial martial artist.

Admiral Victor is on top.

He wanted to curry favor with the general, so he traveled thousands of miles to follow the admiral to Zhongzhou.

Result:

The first task assigned by the admiral, he has dragged on until now.

It's really ..... Disgrace.

At this time:

he saw the mud legs in Zhongzhou below again, and shouted excitedly.

"Do they want this man to beat me?"

"Really....

"I practiced hard day and night, practiced three times in winter, practiced three times in summer, sweated and bled out, and had a strong foundation. "

Give me one more minute.... I'm going to kill him!"

a minute.....

Bang

, bang, bang

,

the fist of the king, one after another, slammed into the joints of the white man in the ponytail.

Click,

click, click,

joints burst.

The white man in the ponytail screamed and fell to the ground.

Without waiting for him to get up:

bang!

The next second: The

people under the ring cheered loudly:

"Zhongzhou will win!" "Zhongzhou will win!"

More than 20 rings, and up to now, there are more than a dozen Zhongzhou

people.

The warriors of Zhongzhou are no worse than foreigners.

Now, the royal power is even more forceful to suppress a white man.

is so strong, so arrogant, it naturally causes ordinary people to shout wildly.

They see hope.

They are full of confidence and feel that Zhongzhou is the strongest.

I feel like that's just the case with foreigners.

In the stands:

The masters of the eight empires sneered disdainfully.

The result, although it was not what they expected.

However, everything is still under control.

"Today is only the top 32 game!"

"The more Zhongzhou people advance, the bigger the gap between them will be tomorrow."

"But... This royal power must die today!

" Someone shouted:

"He killed the two of us

!" "He must make him pay

!" "Send someone up again and find a way to kill him!"

Hai Yin'er on the side frowned and said, "Why bother?"

"This person is very strong, and the locals in Zhongzhou also value him very much." "

Leave him at the end, and beat him to death when the people of Zhongzhou worship him the most."

"In this way, we can completely crush the martial spirit of the Zhongzhou people!" James

also nodded.

He colluded with Heiner to kill Admiral Victor.

And Wang Quan is Hai Yin'er's scheduled helper.

So:

he also has to find a way to keep it.

However:

several other masters, shaking their heads in refusal.

"That royal power must be killed

!" "He killed two of us!"

"If you don't kill him, the other Zhongzhou people will be even more emboldened." "

Eventually:

another martial artist in the ring.

This martial artist has a pair of fist blades hidden inside his gloves.

If you hit someone with a punch, you will definitely be able to poke out a bloody hole.

Boom!

Fist Blade Fighter, rush into the ring, and attack the throne directly.

Under the ring

: The people of Haicheng are angry

: "It's not fair!" "

We should let our people rest!"

However:

no one is going to beat them at all.

On the contrary, it doesn't matter if it's Gong Er, Wu Nanyu and others.

They are all masters, so they naturally saw that Wang Quan did not consume much physical strength in the fight just now.

Now another one, it can resist.

In the ring

: Wang Quan saw that someone came up again, not only did he not panic, but on the contrary, he was very excited:

"Another sparring partner

!" "I hope he can let me practice new skills!"

Just now, he fought with the white man with a ponytail, and performed a martial art called Iron Fist many times.

Result:

As soon as the iron fist was proficient, the opponent was distracted.

He accidentally burst the opponent's joint.

"I have to be careful with this!

" "I can't break his joints in a hurry!"

"Otherwise.... Kill two foreigners in a row, defeat two more foreigners, and when the time comes, that group of foreigners will not dare to come to power. "

When the time comes, who will help me practice my skills?"

Wang Quan reined in.

A minute....

Ten minutes....

The iron fist of royal power is more and more pure.

But, the imprint is just no hint.

Fist fighter, sweaty.

He was angry and roared:

"Zhongzhou people, why dodge?"

"Don't hide, fight me

!" "Fighting, just punch to the flesh!"

"The fighter fist blade roared angrily.

Wang Quan sneered.

I

want to practice skills, who will fight you against you?

He didn't care.

And so it was:

in ten minutes of fighting, the king hit him dozens of times.

And the opponent didn't hit him at once.

"Even if I hit it, I can kill you!" "

Why don't you let me hit it?"

Fistblade was angry and ashamed.

Just now, Wang Quan had been fighting with people for more than ten minutes, and he had lost a lot of physical strength.

He thought that if he came up, he would kill the king in three or five strokes.

However, the

two were entangled for more than ten minutes.

Shame!

The fist blade was distracted.

And then:

one didn't pay attention, and was beaten more than a dozen times by the king.

What made him even more ashamed was that

this fist hit his body, light and fluttering, and had no strength.

"He's humiliating me!"

"If I had been judged by the number of hits, I would have lost." "

Unwillingly

!" "I really want to punch him

!" "Even one punch can determine the victory!" At

this time:

The people of Zhongzhou below cheered loudly.

"Well done

!" "He's humiliating me!" "He's going

to use this way to revive their own spirits

!" "I'm just a clown to play with him now

!" "Damn

!" "I can't go on like this!"

A few more seconds:

he suddenly slowed down his attack.

The next second:

Wang Quan's fists, one after another, hit him.

Bang

, bang, bang, fist

,

fluttering and weak.

But:

The fist blade screamed, flew out seven or eight meters upside down, and fell off the ring with a poof.

"What a powerful punch

!" "I'm not an opponent

!" "Farewell!"

After saying that, the fist blade rolled and crawled, and ran behind many fighters in the stands.

In the ring, Wang Quan looked confused.

He looked at his fists and said suspiciously: "I didn't use any strength to learn new skills

!" "Why did this person fly out?"

Before he could figure it out, under the ring

: The people of Zhongzhou shouted:

"Zhongzhou will win!" "Zhongzhou

will win!"

The people shouted wildly, extremely excited.

Others beat foreign martial artists, and they didn't feel much.

Because:

the two sides are fighting too fast.

They haven't seen it clearly, and the battle is over.

Only here is the king's power, and they have been fighting foreign martial artists for so long, and they have watched it with relish.

I even saw the embarrassed appearance of foreigners.

Nature rejoices.