Game of Destiny: This player is different

Snap——

The flip-flops made a crisp sound on the ground.

The stall owner with a sky-high braid stood up from a small stool,

put his feet shoulder-width apart,

slowly bent his knees until his butt was infinitely close to his heels,

supported his armpits on his knees,

leaning forward, the ghost mask almost in front of Qin Nuo:

"Didn't you hear what I said just now?

If you want to buy, buy it. Don't leave quickly and don't make a fuss here."

"Just telling the truth."

Qin Nuo shrugged and said:

" The highest market price of fine-grade props is no more than 4,000.

This is the price when it has 3 entries.

As for yours...

It looks like it combines seven special effects together, which is quite comprehensive.

But the equipment requirements are too harsh,

Those who meet the requirements are not appreciated, and those who are appreciated are not qualified. "

Qin Nuo glanced at the stall owner with deep meaning:

"You should not meet the requirements either, right?

Otherwise, you would have used it yourself long ago, why bother to sell it."

The other party snorted coldly and sat back on the stool.

In my heart, I couldn't help but look up to him a little bit.

Regardless of the level,

His calm attitude has surpassed the crowd beside him.

As the saying goes, you don't fear thieves stealing, but you fear thieves thinking about it.

Even large forces,

are reluctant to offend a high-level player easily.

After all, there will always be times when one's own members are alone.

What if they piss off the other party and are hunted down, making people panic?

Unless a lot of manpower and material resources are spent on hunting.

"Unless he is also a high-level player and thinks he is as strong as me.

Or is he simply heartless?"

The stall owner with the ponytail raised his chin and looked at Qin Nuo again.

But...

After looking for a while, he subconsciously shifted his gaze.

It's not that he is shy, but the face of Teletubbies is too funny.

Especially the condescending and contemptuous cross-eyed,

It will make people feel that "Is there something I am dissatisfied with, idiot?

It's a pity that you don't have antennas, I can't explain it to you."

The longer you stare, the stronger the feeling.

Damn it, who designed this thing?

After a few seconds of silence,

The stall owner tilted his head and shouted: "Want me to change the price? Sure.

Fight in the arena, and I'll sell it to you for 2,000 if you win."

"No problem." Qin Nuo put down the props with a smile.

It just so happens that I haven't fought with opponents of the same level for a long time, so I'll try to see if my skills have regressed.

The two sides hit it off immediately, quickly packed up their stalls,

drove away the onlookers, and walked towards the arena together.

Since it was a designated battle, equivalent to a custom match,

therefore, winning or losing had no effect on the individual ranking.

After paying 10 game coins for the venue fee, Chongtian Bian was the first to enter the rest and preparation room.

Qin Nuo followed closely with his hands behind his back, looking relaxed.

After waiting for a few minutes, the two were teleported to the center of the venue.

Map-Hot Blood Eighth Street.

The entrance is a damaged building full of apocalyptic ruins,

and a bumpy street with concrete and scrapped vehicles in the middle.

Unlike the martial arts field, this map has a wider terrain,

plus additional obstacles and bunkers,

suitable for players with long-range attacks and high mobility.

Qin Nuo didn't see Chongtian Bian at the first time, and thought he was hiding somewhere waiting for the opportunity.

"I thought it would be like Lao Ba, roaring and rushing at the beginning."

He took out the hummingbird slowly and threw it up gently with his palm.

The white tennis ball flew high into the sky, gradually transmitting the scene in the field of view to the lens.

East, no.

South, no.

Northwest corner, yes.

I saw a figure in a red sportswear,

bending his knees and bending his waist, quietly sticking to the concrete wall and moving forward.

The movements were nimble,

even when the flip-flops stepped on the gravel, there was still no sound.

In addition,

I don't know when she had a knife in her hand, which looked quite sharp.

"Is it more of an assassin-type melee type?"

Qin Nuo muttered secretly, controlling the hummingbird to track and shoot synchronously.

Perhaps she realized that she was being followed,

Popular braids looked around suspiciously, and then suddenly raised their heads.

The eyes under the ghost mask suddenly became sharp, like needles piercing through a distance of a hundred meters,

locking on the hummingbird reconnaissance plane that had almost turned into a dot.

The long sword swung horizontally, the center of gravity was lowered,

without any extra movements,

in an instant, it jumped to a height of more than ten meters.

It seemed that it was going to attack the hummingbird reconnaissance plane,

but when it jumped to the highest point, it stepped on the air repeatedly,

and suddenly turned the muzzle of the gun and attacked Qin Nuo who was still adjusting the reconnaissance plane.

The speed was as fast as a cannonball.

"The speed is quite fast."

Qin Nuo turned his hand to hold the pump-action shotgun, raised the muzzle and pulled the trigger.

Dang, dang, dang,

Sparks flew,

The bullets were all split by the opponent.

Although no casualties were caused, a littleA slight delay of a few tenths of a second.

Qin Nuo took the opportunity to flash into the building next door.

While changing bullets with one hand, he did not forget to pick up a reinforced concrete block and throw it.

The 120% basic speed allowed him to quickly run in the corridor and soon hide again.

"Where to run?"

The sky-high braid chopped down all flying objects, and his eyes scanned back and forth to search.

At the same time, his ears trembled slightly, listening carefully to the subtle sound waves in the air.

The sound of wind, the sound of falling gravel and...

Slow breathing suppressed to the limit.

"Over there!"

She roared, changed to holding the knife with both hands,

raised it over her head and chopped it in a certain direction.

The sharp knife energy broke away from the blade,

tore the air, dragged a long plow mark on the ground,

until it hit the three-story building at 2 o'clock.

Boom——

Smoke and dust rolled,

The already fragile building collapsed instantly.

A black shadow rushed out and ran in another direction.

"Want to run?"

The flip-flops made a pit on the ground.

The figure of the ponytail turned into a stream of light, holding a knife and chasing.

She was very fast, constantly shortening the distance.

Ten meters, five meters, three meters, one meter.

The figure wearing the flower cloak finally appeared in sight.

The silly Xiaobo headgear was full of confusion and astonishment.

It seemed to be shocked that the opponent could catch up in such a short time.

The ponytail was happy at first, then frowned and felt something was wrong.

He secretly exclaimed that it was bad, and then twisted his waist forcibly and put his knife in front of him.

But another Qin Nuo appeared silently behind him,

The high-top tactical leather boots almost kicked her in the face.

"Oh, you can actually detect that it is an illusion."

"No matter how similar the illusion is, it is still different from the original."

During the conversation, the two sides briefly fought.

Chongtian Bian swung his sword sideways, his moves were wide and wide.

Qin Nuo used [Tiyunzong] to dodge, and changed his shotgun to a plasma gun,

and kept shooting to prevent the opponent from approaching.

Perhaps because he found that the distance was always shortened,

Chongtian Bian exhaled heavily after landing, holding the handle of the sword with both hands, and his momentum suddenly rose.

The spiritual energy floated from his body and slowly lingered on the blade.

In a moment,

the 3-foot-long sword twisted in the violent extraordinary elements,

and turned directly into a neat serration on both sides,

the blade was wide and thick, and the two-meter-long sword looked like a manual razor blade.

"Now let's see how you can dodge.

To tell you the truth,

I have some kind of detection skills, and illusions can't fool me."

Chongtian Bian raised the exaggerated sword that was extremely inconsistent with his body size, and laughed triumphantly.

Qin Nuo shook his head helplessly,

raised a finger and said lightly: "Hey, hey, hey, it's not polite to turn your back to others when talking.

Besides, what did you say just now, illusions don't work on you?

When did you have the illusion that I didn't use illusions on you?"

! ! ? ?

Chongtianpian's heart skipped a beat,

Then her vision became confused, and she suddenly found that the figure in front of her became blurred.

And Qin Nuo's voice was... from behind.

"You... Uh!"

Turning around, turning her head,

A flying shoulder rushed straight to her face.

The mandatory knockdown judgment took effect,

She felt her body falling backwards uncontrollably,

Before she could get up, a big foot stepped heavily on her chest, making it difficult to move at all.

Qin Nuo held the plasma gun against the opponent's head: "I won. We agreed on the bet in advance. Don't try to default on it."

Chong Tianbian snorted unconvincedly: "Of course, I always keep my word."

After that, a cunning flashed in her eyes, and she continued: "Do you want to compete again?

If you win, I will give you ten feet of yellow silk for free?"

Come on.

How could Qin Nuo be fooled? He decisively refused.

The Evil King's True Eyes illusion is suitable for killing at the first sight, but it will not work again.

He doesn't want to use too much power in front of strangers.