"The old man is really ashamed."
"Entrusted by others, the little guy who should have focused on one or two more things, now it seems that he doesn't need to bother to take special care of his old age."
"On the other hand, this little guy is using his own ability to help the many other hunters in the Nineteenth District, just like the old adults."
"After more than half an hour, I haven't taken care of him once, but he has already taken care of the hunters in the Nineteenth District, the number of which is as high as a dozen times, and even in the stealth mode, he has a tendency to gain the upper hand in the ground area battle."
"What a hero out of a teenager."
A five-story transparent building that is badly damaged, but constantly restored to its state due to the ability to repair it over time, and continues to be damaged due to waves of crazy attacks.
Now there are only three floors on the highest floor.
The upper two floors were violently flattened.
An old man sat quietly on the third floor, a transparent wall closest to the outside world.
His eyes are kept closed.
But his hands kept moving, causing white source power balls to condense from his palms, levitating in mid-air, and disappearing into the air strangely.
But as long as someone goes through all-round monitoring and data analysis, they will be surprised to find that how many white source force balls disappear in the old man's hand, and how many source force beams will descend at the same time in different areas of the entire dream world.
Precision descends on hunters who are badly injured and in desperate need of help.
This is one of the strongest abilities of the creator of the Source Force Dream Realm.
Without the need for vision, you can search all the areas in the entire Creation Dream Realm, and at the same time exist in a fixed area on your own, providing source support to those who need support in different areas.
This old man is Chang Wei, who has a relationship with Qin Gu.
Its appearance is still the same.
But the current state is already like a teenager who is rapidly aging.
Even if they face each other head-on, without repeated confirmation, it is estimated that Qin Gu would not dare to recognize each other.
Therefore, it can be inferred that Chang Wei paid a heavy price in order to maintain this dream world.
However, Chang Wei is obviously not alone.
The area where he sat was crowded with people on all sides.
The last lap.
It is composed of Xin Lao and other upper-level bigwigs in the 19th district.
The outer circle is composed of middle-aged men in their fifties whose strength seems unfathomable.
Except for Xin Lao and others, the state is quite normal.
All the others were wounded.
But he still bends the bow and arrows to maintain a high-intensity offensive posture, the bow is made of source power sticks, and the arrows are all arrows condensed by source power.
Even if it's just a long-range attack.
But they don't seem to be immune to the reality of injury.
It's normal to think about it.
After all, the people in every area under the transparent building are almost in close combat to the point of madness, and all kinds of fighting methods will be used with all their strength as long as they can be used.
Coupled with the constant attacks of the madmen and polluters, no matter how strong the strength is, no matter how long the distance, in order to protect the safety of the big people centered on Chang Wei, injuries are inevitable.
But Chang Wei suddenly opened his eyes.
Inexplicably, he let out a string of emotion.
But it was to make a group of protectors around him, who had been expressionless for a long time, collectively appear subtle changes in their eyes.
There was even a group of people who couldn't control their curiosity at all, and followed Chang Wei's cloudy and wise eyes, and quietly glanced at the place where his eyes were looking.
But the first glance came out.
Their eyes were almost collective and could not be taken back for a moment and a half.
Quietly appeared abnormality.
Naturally, like a chain reaction, it finally attracted the attention of Xin Lao and others.
They also followed the line of sight of this growing number and looked out of the transparent wall.
Cough.
Tens of seconds later.
Even if they are in a high position and have long been cultivated to be calm and super determined, Xin Lao and others can't help but have a slightly green face.
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The look in his eyes quickly turned weird.
It is a collection of incredible, inexplicable, unbearable, and strange emotions that want to laugh but can't.
What they saw from above.
I only saw Qin Gu bending over and hunching his back, running wildly in the open area below like a thief.
The way of running is unpredictable.
There is no pattern at all.
But it was in the process of this irregular action that Qin Gu seemed to have predicted everything in advance, every time he ran two to three meters away, he was bound to swing his knife and knock over one person, and he fell to the ground for a long time.
Just less than three minutes of observation.
He had already used the Source Force Knife to re-slash the eight unlucky people who wanted to get up.
That's not all, he even stabbed his opponent in the back for a powerful hunter, causing the powerful hunter to end the battle in an oolong manner in three seconds after the battle was supposed to continue for another ten minutes or so.
"What kind of fighting is this?"
An old man with a white beard stood behind Xin Lao, blowing his beard and glaring at the first time.
"Mending Knife Combat Style" "I have to say that this kid has reached the level of madness when he mends the knife."
"Mending Knife Maniac" "That's right, this nickname is really apt enough" A group of middle-aged hunters who are younger and more receptive can't help but respond in a very low volume, singing and singing in a strange way.
The old man with white hair shook his head suddenly.
He glared at them fiercely with a sharp look.
The frightened middle-aged hunters who responded were instantly silenced.
However, obviously, their silence did not dispel the depression in the heart of the old man with white hair, and he paused for three seconds, and couldn't help but grit his teeth and curse in a low voice.
"What kind of fighting method is this, it's a shame and a loss of face for all hunters."
"I don't think what they do is much different from what polluters do."
More than a dozen old men who felt the same way as him nodded slightly.
Xin Lao glanced at him faintly.
Whisper calmly.
"Old man, you're talking too much" "It's so unfair to a child."
The old man's face was slightly red and silent, but there was still a faint disbelief in his eyes.
Scold.
Chang Wei chuckled.
Calmly opened the mouth to add.
"I don't know what this child's performance looks like in your eyes, but I do know that during the period of time when I closed my eyes and locked the dream world with my whole consciousness, since this child entered the dream world, I single-handedly knocked down fifty-seven madmen who might have been able to slow down and join the battle again, and helped twenty-one hunters to end the difficult battle early."
"After obtaining these records, he only had some minor injuries in the past half an hour, and there was no need for me to restore his mobility with my own ability."
"Therefore, no matter what he looks like in the eyes of others, in the eyes of the old man, he is the most popular type of person for the old man, because he has achieved results, but he has not let the old man spend more energy for him."
"In the current situation, to put it mildly, the old man hopes that there will be more people like him."
As soon as this remark came out. led to a strange collective silence in the audience for a while
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