Interstellar Counterattack Becomes a God

"Each project in the first three stages will take the top five awards. As long as you work hard, everyone can have it."

Although among the five people, except for the first one from a small family that is not well-known, the rest are children of a big family, but the first one is a living example. As long as they work hard, they can also obtain precious resources. I think of everyone here. There was a burst of enthusiasm in my heart.

"The project of catching the wind butterfly will continue until there is a winner of two hundred points in a match hour. Every half day is a match hour. Of course, it cannot exceed five days. If there is no required score after five days, everyone will One hundred points have been deducted. Now modify the scores. A dead Fengdie has one point, and a live Fengdie has five points. The second match will start in 20 minutes. Please take a rest and wait. Start."

"Time is up, please take your place and start."

Xiao Luo felt that the Fengdie this time was stronger and faster than last time, let alone alive, he only caught eighteen dead. Wu Ling was even more miserable, stumbling for a living follower butterfly, and finally only got a living wind butterfly.

Two days passed. Although Xiao Luo had already scored 50 points in one match, there was still a big gap between 200 points.

The rest of the people were in the same situation as Xiao Luo, they all looked like fifty or sixty points.

Must find a way to change, this is almost everyone's voice.

All the Eight Immortals crossed the sea to show their magical powers, almost using their own means.

Xiao Luo felt that life was too difficult to catch, and might even run away. The gains outweighed the losses, so he slammed Fengdie to death.

He drove a bunch of wind butterflies into a big bag, only to withstand a period of attack, and then draw silk in the bag, using mental shock and wind butterflies to form a resonance to kill them. Although it took a game time to study the resonance frequency, the final result is gratifying.

In the afternoon of the fourth day, most of the first ten people looked happy. After everyone had finished counting the points in order, everyone looked at Sammo Hung eagerly, waiting for him to announce his results.

Sammo Hung was so embarrassed to be seen by these boys for a long time. After clearing his throat, Sammo Hung's voice reached everyone's ears, "First place: Mo Miao, 300 points, second place: Xiao Luo, 299 points, third place: Zheng Qiu, 295 points, fourth place: Song Qiushui, 232 points, fifth place: Liu He, 201 points . Congratulations to the above five, the blessings of the Emperor Wood have been issued to you, please pay attention to check. Because you completed the task ahead of time, the Wind Butterfly project is over. Tomorrow you can move around in the Valley of Wind and Frost at will, of course what happened You are at your own risk. The next project will officially start the day after tomorrow. I hope you will prepare well and live up to this trip."

Sammo Hung still disappeared. In fact, the instructors of each group guarded their students. They chatted together and talked about the mountains. The biggest talk was their students. Because the students this time were relatively good, Sammo Hung was happy to make old friends envy and hate, so he actively participated in the party.

Xiao Luo glanced at the so-called wooden emperor’s blessing with the tree roots in his hand, and turned to Wu Ling. Wu Ling knowingly explained to Xiao Luo: "The prototype of this thing is the stillbirth born by the empress of the plant tribe, which can increase the spiritual power of people. It’s very precious, even in Zhiwang, because its data is relatively difficult to simulate."

"Stillborn? So disgusting."

"What do you know, Mu Huang has been handed down from generation to generation. This is just the corpse of the wood spirit that failed in the competition, and most people can't find it if they want it."

"The corpse... is even more disgusting. Since you like it so much, I will give it to you. Give it to you." Xiao Luo pinched Mu Huang's blessing with **** and threw him to Wu Ling, and took two steps back in disgust.

In fact, Xiao Luo didn't care about corpses. After all, he grew up eating meat and vegetables, but he came here to solve the problem of excessive mental power. Wouldn't he ask for this kind of thing to die? Moreover, Wu Ling seemed to like it very much, and Xiao Luo had always been generous to friends.

Wu Ling smiled gratefully. He didn't know what to say to express his inner excitement. This was the first time that other than his relatives treated him so well. He accepted Xiao Luo's love, and he will always return it later.