Greatest shooter ever

Chapter 51 The King of Magic Equipment
Yang Ming was full of confusion.

The Lone Wolf's reaction clearly indicated that the altar and the divine inscriptions had all taken effect.

But Yang Ming didn't know what the divine language evolved in the lone wolf's mind.

Compared with previous experience, the lone wolf's reaction was a bit stronger.

Of course, those indigenous people who were influenced by the altar also called Father God.

So Yang Ming didn't intend to delve into the details.

Now that the altar is in effect, the lone wolf can't escape.

People around were watching the howling lone wolf curiously, and some even took out their mobile phones to take pictures.

Yang Ming tapped his footsteps and used the "Knock Mountain Shake Tiger".

The altar built with cobblestones in front of him was smashed to pieces.

On the cobblestones are the divine inscriptions he painted. This thing cannot be exposed at this stage, it is better to destroy it.

He pretended to be irrelevant, walked into the crowd, and left.

……

Came to school.

In classrooms.

Chu Yueru was having a morning meeting.

But as Yang Ming walked in, the originally quiet classroom instantly became dead silent.

Everyone looked at Yang Ming in unison.

Including Chu Yueru.

Yang Ming walked straight up to the podium and stood beside Chu Yueru. He glanced around the classroom and asked, "Is there any first-rusher in the class?"

"Yang Ming! It's class time..." Chu Yueru stared at Yang Ming with a frosty face.

The school decided to support the Niu Ren Tribe, and her prestige in the class began to decline.

On the contrary, it was Yang Ming who had never shown his face, but his prestige was getting higher and higher invisibly.

Chu Yueru tried her best to restore it, but to her helplessness, there was little effect.

Yang Ming turned his head and glanced at her, the witnessing technique shocked her slightly, and Chu Yueru fell into a daze.

The classroom was dead silent.

Everyone stared at this scene with wide eyes.

In their understanding, Yang Ming just glanced at Chu Yueru, and Chu Yueru didn't dare to speak.

This is unbelievable for them.

Under Yang Ming's gaze, someone soon asked tentatively, "The first charge of 10 yuan?"

Yang Ming nodded: "Yes!"

Every first-rush player has noble privileges and can become a lord.

Noble lords can form alliances, merge territories, and expand territories.

It can be said that noble lords are born leaders.

All noble players who join the cattle tribe are at least team leaders.

This is Yang Ming's standard.

Under his gaze, everyone in the class looked at each other and shook their heads.

No, there is none in the class.

Yang Ming was not surprised either, it was normal that there were no privileged players in the class.

After all, the Epoch didn't carry out much publicity, it was only inexplicably known in a small area.

Then it became popular and more and more people knew about it.

And the first rush event only opened for one day.

There are very few people who really get the first charge.

"Huanglong, come out!" Yang Ming shouted and walked outside.

Huang Long followed immediately.

The two came to the campus.

"Damn it, brother, you are too domineering. One glance at Chu Yueru shocked her so much that she didn't dare to speak. You're so awesome!"

Huang Long's face was full of excitement: "By the way, why didn't I realize that you still have such a domineering temperament before!"

Yang Ming smiled.

Not to mention Chu Yueru, even a ferocious beast from another world must be stunned by the monk's witnessing technique.

"Has the poisonous true energy been brushed?" Yang Ming asked.

"Swipe it, I sent you a message, and the system reminded you that you are offline. I mailed the book to you!"

Huang Long said excitedly.

"Besides, my fighting spirit golden body is too fierce. After stacking to 10 layers, the defense reaches more than 200 points. Standing for the boss all the time, honest people are scared to death, haha!"

"Oh, it's not bad!" Yang Ming admired, and said, "That's just right, you and the honest man will go to the cattle tribe at night."

Huanglong's talent, leading a team to fight monsters in the cattle tribe, is definitely the boss of the battle tank.

Honest people are relatively wiser, and it is also a good choice to let him be a manager.

After saying goodbye to Huanglong, Yang Ming turned around and came to the principal's office.

To his surprise, Tang Mingxuan was also there.

Tang Mingxuan was wearing an expensive casual suit, with a straight figure, a delicate and handsome face, and a very good appearance.

In comparison, Yang Ming's clothes are ordinary, even a little outdated, but he looks ordinary.

At this moment, Tang Mingxuan was talking to Tang Desheng, looking beaming.

I saw Yang Ming come in.

Tang Mingxuan stopped talking, but looked at Yang Ming with interesting eyes.

This attitude is quite provocative.

Tang Desheng was polite: "Student Yang is here, sit down. Mingxuan, pour a glass of water for Student Yang!"

Tang Mingxuan smiled and said, "How can you be so thirsty in the early morning? I still have something to do, so I'm leaving first!"

"Last night's bonfire seafood banquet was very lively!"

Tang Mingxuan smiled at Yang Ming, and walked away confidently.

"Haha, it looks like you guys are having a lot of fun!" Tang Desheng smiled happily.

Yang Ming didn't point it out, and asked, "Principal Tang, please check for me. Is there a girl named Mi Xian in our school?"

"Oh, let me take a look!"

Tang Desheng typed the word Mi Xian on the office computer, and a message came out soon.

"There is one, who just transferred from another school yesterday, in class three, three years!" Tang Desheng looked at the computer: "I just don't know if she is you looking for Mi Xian?"

"Just turned around?"

Yang Ming suddenly realized, no wonder he wandered around the school a few days ago and couldn't find her.

He glanced at Mi Xian's registration information.

Farewell to Tang Desheng.

Yang Ming came to the third grade campus.

Yang Ming is in the first grade, and his slightly immature face is particularly eye-catching in the third-grade campus.

After all, the third grade students are already old fritters.

However, after staring at Yang Ming carefully for a while, most people could see the calmness of Yang Ming.

"Is this the boss of the bull tribe in the first grade?"

"My name is Yang Ming, and I have a piece of silver equipment!"

"It seems to be passable, but it's a bit difficult for me to mix with him."

"Yes, unless he promises to give me ten g learning resources!"

"You are so rude!"

"hey-hey!"

Under the watchful eyes of a group of people, Yang Ming soon saw a girl in the third class classroom.

This young girl is delicate and elegant, with a quiet face, and a trace of the natural charm of a young girl in her eyes.

Mi Xian!

Yang Ming's eyes lit up.

This is the real strong man who fought spells with the Holy Child of the opposite plane in the second battle of the planes, and resisted for a whole day!
Yang Ming sincerely admires this kind of strong man.

Even if she is very young now.

But having said that, Yang Ming, as a rocket-style monk, possesses infinite ultimate moves, so he will definitely become the strongest.

Therefore, he can naturally communicate with Mi Xianping.

"Which class are you in?" A student from Class Three asked Yang Ming.

Yang Ming ignored it.

He came straight to Mi Xian, smiled and said, "Hello, my name is Yang Ming!"

Mi Xian's eyelashes fluttered, and he closed the book meaningfully: "Hello...my name is Mi Xian."

"Your name is like thunder!"

Yang Ming was full of admiration.

"..."

Mi Xian was a little overwhelmed, like thunder?What does this mean?

The other students were also a little confused.

Is this girl who just transferred from another school a master in a certain field?

"Well, are you okay?" Mi Xian asked curiously.

"I'm the president of the Cowman Tribe! The lord of Stam Town, Wheelers County!"

Yang Ming introduced himself.

"..." Mi Xian was even more at a loss!

"I want to hire you as the chief executive officer of the Niu Ren Tribe, with a monthly salary of 100 million. I have already transferred the first month's salary to your account!" Yang Ming said.

There were a lot of people in the classroom, Yang Ming didn't shy away from it.

Just state the conditions.

This is to build momentum for the cattle tribe.

"what?"

"A monthly salary of one million?"

"Is the way of the cattle tribe so wild?"

The players in the class were in an uproar.

Mi Xian hurriedly took out his mobile phone and glanced at it, there was indeed a message that he had earned a million dollars.

She panicked and said, "I've never done management, why do you want me?"

"Let's talk about it!"

At Yang Ming's invitation, the two came to an artificial lake, where there was no one else.

"Are you a privileged player?" Yang Ming asked.

"Yes... yes!" Mi Xian subconsciously said.

"What came out of your first punch box?" Yang Ming asked, he guessed it must be a talent for making magic equipment.

"The king of magic equipment, epic talent." Mi Xian said weakly.

It turned out to be an epic talent!
Then Mi Xian's upper limit for making magic equipment is at least epic equipment.

Natural rulers are lord equipment, and epic equipment is more powerful than lord equipment.

With this talent alone, Mi Xian is a great god in the human camp.

"Does anyone know that you are a privileged player?" Yang Ming asked.

"No, no one told me!" Mi Xian took the lead with the pocket money he had saved.

It costs one hundred thousand yuan to play games, and she is ashamed to tell others about it, let alone her parents.

After all, she is a person who has never played games, bought the helmet of the era in a daze, and then rushed the money in a daze.

She herself didn't know what she was thinking.

For the past few days, Mi Xian has been thinking about how to earn the money back.

"Oh, that's good, that's good!" Yang Ming heaved a sigh of relief.

He said: "Don't say that you are a privileged player, let alone tell others about your talent."

Mi Xian nodded half understanding.

Yang Ming and Mi Xian can't talk too much at the moment, and she won't believe it.

Now he can only emphasize the strength of the Niu Ren tribe, only in this way can Mi Xian have confidence.

"The Niuren Guild has the support of a big chaebol. The salary of 100 million is just the beginning, and it will only increase in the future. Moreover, the players of the Niuren Tribe can receive wages when they reach level 5. The higher the level, the higher the salary. We are a formal group company , I hope you can fully integrate into my team!"

"Why did you choose me? I have no management experience!" Mi Xian felt a little guilty, worried that he would not be able to do the job.

Yang Ming didn't speak.

Mi Xian was even more depressed, because she couldn't figure out Yang Ming's intention at all.

"Don't feel pressured, I will arrange a helper for you, professionally assist you... Just play the game normally!"

For Yang Ming, what he needs is not necessarily a management genius.

It is those who have charisma, are born with leadership qualities, and are born to control others.

Mi Xian obviously has this ability.

What's more, Mi Xian has epic talent.

……

In a villa.

At the dinner table, the dictator is chatting with a young man who gnaws on a pig's trotter.

"Boss Luo Feng, when will you enter the game!" The dictator ate the pasta.

The young man named Luo Feng was eating deliciously. He held the pig's trotters and looked at the dictator with probing eyes.

After watching for a long time, he asked: "By the way, after playing this game, did you really have any problems physically and mentally?"

"Problem? What's the problem?" The dictator wondered: "Virtual reality technology has been popularized for a long time. This technology is very safe. What's the problem?"

"That's it! That's fine, I'll enter the game at night!" Luo Feng continued to slap his pig's hooves, while saying: "You go to work!"

Confused, the dictator finished his pasta and left the villa.

Luo Feng was satisfied and wiped his mouth.

He went upstairs and opened his exclusive storage room.

In this storage room, there are hundreds of era helmets.

Three of them are placed on the table in the middle, obviously something special.

"Which one should we choose?" Luo Feng looked at the three helmets, lit a cigarette, and thought about it.

There are [-] helmets in this room, and he filled all of them with the first charge.

There are only three Myth Talents out there!

It was these three in front of him.

"These three mythological talents are all awesome, which one should I choose?" Luo Feng hesitated!
"Fuck, it's so annoying!"

"Rooster's head, hen's head, whichever one you click on is which! Damn, it's up to you!"

Luo Feng chanted a spell and finally made up his mind.

He picked up the middle helmet and went back to the bedroom to start creating the character.

Ten minutes later, Luo Feng took off his helmet and said depressedly: "Nimma, it's too late for labor and management to enter the game. The name Da Luo has been taken by someone, how annoying!"

Whatever game Luo Feng plays, the character is called Da Luo. Now that his name is taken, he feels depressed.

"What name should I choose?"

"Xiao Luo?"

"Shira?"

"Shen Luo Tianzheng?"

"Made, which bastard took my name!"

"Hey, dictator, hurry up and think of a game name for me, my brain is about to explode!"

……

ps: Quick answer question: Who stole Luo Feng's screen name?

a: Lone Wolf, b: Huanglong, c: Yang Dazhu
(End of this chapter)