The journey starts from the fairy tail

You can search for the latest chapters in Baidu for "Crossing from Fairy Tail to Search Novels (www.soxscc.com)"!Regarding the taunts of some players, Zifeng glanced faintly, did not put them in his eyes at all, just casually found a quieter corner and sat down, and began to close his eyes to calm his mind, and saw Zifeng from beginning to end. In the end, he didn't make a half-line rebuttal, the importance of these players' eyes, but they did not continue to tease Zifeng.

As time passed, there were more and more players in the Hussein room, and the atmosphere gradually became tense. Many players have begun to take out their weapons and demonstrate against the people around.

And such a scene was undoubtedly a child's trick in Zifeng's eyes, and he was very disdainful in his heart. After slightly raising his eyes and looking at the countdown above the candidate room, he realized that only the last 20 minutes were left.

"Well, it's time to check your equipment next, lest the weapon breaks at the moment of the game, this will be a fool!"

As if talking to himself, Zifeng got up and walked into the dressing room. During this time, there were no players in the dressing room. Zifeng locked the door and opened the equipment bar, and equipped an M16 automatic rifle in the main body. Weapons.

The best way to check the quality of a weapon is to test the gun, but obviously, in this small space of less than 5 square meters, it is simply unrealistic to test the gun, so the only way is to disassemble.

This is Zifeng's consistent style when he thinks of it. His hands shook slightly, but in the blink of an eye, the M16 in his hand instantly turned into a bunch of parts.

"Well, there is basically no problem, the equipment is very good!"

After scanning all the parts slightly, Zifeng assembled the M16 again. The entire process of disassembly, inspection, and reassembly took less than 30 seconds.

After making the choice of the main weapon, the next step is the secondary weapon. This time the secondary weapon Zifeng intends to use HK_USP. As before, the HK_USP will be disassembled into parts and inspected. After no problems are found, Zifeng will use the pistol again Reassembled and put it back in the holster around his waist.

After everything was ready, Zifeng left the dressing room and sat back in the quieter corner again. Time passed by minute by minute, when there was only the last 10 minutes left, suddenly a young man with a ponytail was left. The player did it in front of Zifeng.

"Hello, my name is Speigel, if you don't mind, how about we two make friends?"

"Speegel?" Hearing the introduction of the young player, Zifeng raised his eyebrows and said with a wicked smile. "Isn't it weird to make friends now? I'm afraid we will become enemies in 5 minutes. Not necessarily!"

As he said, Zifeng shifted his gaze from the countdown time to the young man, and when he heard Zifeng's words, Sberger couldn't help showing an awkward expression on his face, and he waved his hand and said, "No, no, not necessarily Ah, maybe I can't even pass the qualifiers. I just made friends and can play together in the future."

"Sorry, I like to be alone. I'm not interested in making friends. Don't pester me." When he spoke, the smile on Zifeng's face disappeared instantly, and all that was left was endless coldness. After speaking, He got up and left this position.

When he heard Zifeng's words, the hypocritical smile on Speigel's face instantly froze. Seeing Zifeng's leaving back, there was a trace of resentment in his eyes, and he whispered, "Is the rumored girl with purple hair... Then... …You are the first target!"

Five minutes passed in an instant. When the countdown time was all set to zero, a diamond-shaped square in the center of the contestant’s Hussein room suddenly emitted a light blue light, illuminating the dim space, and then a gentle girl. It began to echo throughout the space.1800 Literature www.1800wx.com

"Let everyone wait a long time. Now, the first BarrettofBullets contest qualifier is just starting. All participants will be automatically sent to the first round of the field after the countdown. Good luck!"

Ten seconds after the sound fell, Zi Feng's body was suddenly wrapped in a blue ball of light, and disappeared into the Hussein room, and disappeared with him, as well as all the players who participated in the BoB competition.

"This space...really, I have to wait a minute!"

In a dim space, Zifeng appeared on top of a golden hexagon. Looking at a window that appeared above, Zifeng couldn't help covering his head with a headache. Then, after looking at the contents of the window, he was fierce. He sighed and said, "Is the first game against the shotgun expert..."

In the BoB competition, the qualifiers are conducted in a duel between two players, which means that the participating players will appear in pairs in a cube of about one kilometer long. In this scene, the distance between the two players is at least Meet 500 meters.

"Quick battle!"

After swapping out the equipment, a wicked smile appeared on Zifeng’s face. The shotgun expert, Zifeng had fought him twice in previous competitions, and he was also one of Zifeng’s GGO games. Players who haven't spoken much, of course, this is entirely because he is too long-winded, and always talks non-stop every time he fights. Zifeng is completely helpless for this kind of person, so he plans to fight quickly.

5……4……3……2……1……0!

After the countdown on the window was reset to zero again, Zifeng once again wrapped a blue halo and disappeared into this dark space.

"Here? Damn! Jungle!"

When Zifeng's sight resumed, he could not help but swear inwardly while looking at the surrounding woods, but even in the jungle, Zifeng must win, or else he would be eliminated in the first game. There is no chance for the resurrection match.

"Calm down, calm down!"

Constantly hypnotizing himself, Zifeng quickly calmed down the anxiety in his heart, and when Zifeng scanned the surrounding environment again, he suddenly spotted a person in his sight.

"You are not lucky enough to meet me, shotgun expert! Goodbye!"

Looking at the shotgun expert who used the number as a cover in the distance, a wicked smile was awakened at the corner of Zifeng's mouth, then he raised the M16 in his hand and pressed the trigger without blinking his eyes.

"Da da da da!"

After the M16 in Zifeng's hand spit out a burst of fire, four bullets flew out of the muzzle one after another, almost flying in a straight line towards the distance.