The Super Universe Leveling Game

3The five members of the Black Hand were: Mage Soybean Milk, Steamed Bun, Steamed Bun, Blue Warrior Dragoon, Thief, and Archer. If there was an 'if', there would also be a Reverend, Dreaming of the Peach Blossom in Jiangnan. Four men and one woman, why were they called the Black Hand? Other players would attack lone Independent Players and loot their equipment. The five-man team would attack bandits, kill them, and be ruthless. Countless players gritted their teeth and hated the five-man team to the core, but there was nothing they could do about it.    

    

The five of them were strong, but their escaping skills were unparalleled in the world. The five of them had worked together and had managed to escape from death many times. However, this time, they had fallen apart because they had entered a secret realm not too long ago. To be more precise, it was the herbal field of an ancient herbalist. Each of them had obtained a large amount of divine medicine.    

    

In the past, the five of them would never have revealed anything, no matter how valuable it was. They would have dealt with it quietly and made a fortune in silence.    

    

Sooner or later, they would have to pay for what they had done. The five of them had beaten up so many people and robbed so many people's treasures. Now that they were being hunted, they could only grit their teeth and run away. It would be a waste of time to talk back.    

    

At the foot of the mountain, there was a huge mountain in front of him. It was steep and steep. Soybean milk, steamed buns, steamed buns... He looked at the height and realized that it was too high for him to fly over. He had no choice but to stop and turn around. After a while, the pursuers had already caught up with him.    

    

"At the foot of the mountain, there was a huge mountain in front of him. It was so steep. Soybean milk, steamed buns... - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -" The Knight in the pursuit was tall and big, but his face was ugly, pitted, and full of pimples. One by one, they were red, and some of them were about to mature. The little bit of white would definitely make the person sitting across from him lose his appetite.    

    

His mount was a lion colt. It was a very powerful mount that could fight a wolf by itself. Its endurance and explosiveness far exceeded that of a normal mount. The lion colt was biting down hard on the butt of the soy milk, steamed bun, steamed bun, and steamed bun. It rendered the unparalleled escape skills of soy milk, steamed bun, and steamed bun useless.    

    

The pursuers continued to arrive one after another. There were as many as a hundred people, including Knights, Archers, Warriors, Thieves... There were all kinds of professions, and all of them were experts. Not a single one of them was a rookie. Soybean Milk, Steamed Bun, Steamed Bun, and Steamed Bun had ugly expressions on their faces. Two-legged ones could not compare to four-legged ones. His escaping skills were worthless in front of thieves and hunters. If there were any other teams, they would be able to cover the retreat by shooting around like the wind and wiping out any traces. However, he was alone, so he could not do it.    

    

If he had his team, he wouldn't be afraid of so many experts, but now he had a feeling that he was going to die here today.    

    

"There are so many of you. How are you going to split the loot after killing me?" Soybean milk, steamed bun, steamed bun were unwilling to give up. He had too many good items on him. Once he died, it would be a huge loss. He wouldn't give up until the very last moment.    

    

"You don't need to worry about that. As long as you die, we will know how to split it." The Knight said loudly to hide the guilt in his heart, because he noticed that the expressions of many experts had changed.    

    

"There are more than a hundred of you, but I don't have more than a hundred items on me. Even if I did, it wouldn't be so coincidental." Soybean milk, steamed buns, and steamed buns looked at the Knight.    

    

Huala ~    

    

The pursuers instantly distanced themselves from the Knight. The Knight was so angry that he almost burst out, and said angrily: "Such a low-level stratagem of sowing discord, do you think we will fall for it? In your dreams, brothers, attack! Who is he? The Black Hand's five-man team, can his words be trusted?"    

    

The pursuers seemed to be moved by the Knight's words, but no one was the first to make a move.    

    

The Knight's expression was extremely ugly. With a flash of light, a black halberd appeared in his hand. Lightning twined around the halberd, and a strange phenomenon appeared in the air. An aura leaked out, and it was incomparably terrifying. Just as the Knight was about to make his move, a person suddenly appeared, standing between him and the soybean milk, steamed buns, and steamed buns.    

    

"What -"    

    

Before the word 'person' could come out of his mouth, the Knight's heart sank completely. When he saw the face of the person clearly, the hearts of the pursuers sank as well. Dressed in a black cloak, a black magic robe, and a skull magic wand, he was dressed in the standard attire of a Necromancer. However, he had a strong and straight body like a Warrior, tall and mighty. Such a Necromancer was unique in the Yellow Flame, Dongfang Qingyu.    

    

What was Dongfang Qingyu doing here? It was obvious to anyone that since Dongfang Qingyu had appeared, would they still have a share?    

    

The one who came was Dongfang Qingyu, who had received the news. The importance of the holy medicine to him was no less than the top tools. In order to make time, he did not even bring Wang Feiyan and chased after him alone. He did not look at the soybean milk, steamed buns, or steamed buns. Facing the pursuers, he spoke in a very polite tone, "You have all been through a lot of trouble on the way here. Could you all give this little brother some face? I have set up a few tables in the Toad Hall. I hope everyone can give me some face. When the time comes, everyone will get a red packet for the New Year. In the new year, everyone will be rich."    

    

"Everyone worked so hard to stop the soybean milk, steamed buns, and steamed buns, and you want everyone to give up the moment you come up. Isn't that too overbearing? Although you are Dongfang Qingyu, we are not vegetarians -" The Knight suddenly became silent. It was very sudden. When the pursuers looked at the Knight, their eyes shrank and their scalps went numb.    

    

The Knight slowly fell off the back of the lion colt. Its eyes bulged out, filled with disbelief, despair, and regret. Its HP had already dropped to zero, and out of the more than a hundred people present, no one could clearly see how the Knight died. The Knight dropped a Chest Armor and a pair of combat boots. The Chest Armor was a spirit weapon, and the combat boots were Dark Gold Ware.    

    

Dongfang Qingyu seemed to have done something insignificant, and continued to speak to the pursuers: "If everyone is willing to be friends with me, please leave. If not, it doesn't matter, just follow the rules of the martial arts world."    

    

Over a hundred players, everyone looked at each other and could see the unwillingness, anger, and helplessness in each other's eyes. It was unknown who took the lead to turn around, but with a whoosh, over a hundred people left in an instant. They saw the smile on Dongfang Qingyu's face disappear, and everyone had a premonition that if they did not leave now, Dongfang Qingyu would make a move. Since that was the case, if he didn't leave, he could at least do Dongfang Qingyu a favor.    

    

The Knight was very unlucky. He died quite a few times and even dropped two pieces of equipment.    

    

"What do you want?" Soybean milk, steamed buns, steamed buns, and steamed buns looked at Dongfang Qingyu nervously. With fewer people, not only was he unhappy, but the uneasiness in his heart had reached its peak. Dongfang Qingyu was only one person, and in his eyes, he was even more terrifying than thousands of soldiers and horses. He was like a prehistoric beast that could kill people at any time.    

    

"Don't be nervous!" Dongfang Qingyu said leisurely after picking up the Chest Armor and boots that the Knight dropped.    

    

Chapter 10 - Heaven's Descent