While speaking, a player wearing a blood-colored mage robe walked out and glanced at Zhang Feng up and down and said, "So you are Zhang Sanlu? You're doing a good job, you've already ridden a high-level war horse! Alas, why don't you lend me a ride and then let them disperse it for you automatically?"

After hearing this, Zhang Feng almost vomited blood in his heart.

Good guy, this guy's tone is quite good, and it seems that everyone present will listen to him.

After a quick look, Zhang Feng found that his name was Shen Ci Demon Wings, a fire-type mage with a level of 80.

Moreover, his equipment is very awesome, and his body is covered with dark gold.

At this moment, Zhang Feng immediately took a breath. It seemed that Yao Meng and the others did not have such a luxurious lineup, and they were covered in dark gold.

Damn it, it turns out that the idiom hidden dragon and crouching tiger is actually used in the game without any errors.

Because, this guy is completely a person who doesn’t have the full body equipment.

In other words, the God-given Demon Wing is a top master who deliberately hides his strength, and he never lets his good equipment enter the ranking list.

Frowning, Zhang Feng glanced roughly at the other masters present, and soon found that these people were of good level and equipment.

In general, there are basically all gold configurations, and there are a few, even one or two dark gold suits.

"It seems that these guys are extraordinary!"

Zhang Feng was secretly shocked in his heart.

In fact, Zhang Feng originally naively thought that the elite masters in the dark bloodline of China were basically won over by Angel Wings.

However, now Zhang Feng discovered that most of the high-level elite players who are stronger than elite masters are actually fighting each other and have not joined any camp.

Could this be the solitary life in the world of swords?

Do they like this kind of life? Or do they want to start their own business in the future?

For a moment, Zhang Feng was stunned. If these senior elites united to form a guild, they would probably be another large guild comparable to the Heroes Association, Huntian and Bai Zhan.

By then, the King of China will not be a four-part world, but a five-party game!

After shaking his head, Zhang Feng couldn't help but think of their noise just now again. Perhaps this is the fundamental reason why they could not jointly form a guild.

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Feng looked at the Demon Wings of God and asked, "Want to borrow my high-level war horse?"

"Yes! How about it? I'm borrowing it to ride it!" Shentuo Demon Wings put on a very complacent posture, waved his hand to the senior elite players present and said, "Actually, we have had an agreement long ago. Well, if anyone can borrow any advanced equipment or high-level items from your Zhang Sanlu, who can become the boss at that time!"

A black thread flashed across Zhang Feng's forehead and said, "So, are you going to be the leader of these people?"

"Of course!" Shen Ci Demon Wings patted his chest vigorously and said, "We are all big men, how can we not want to be bosses? Hehe, do you borrow it or not?"

With a slight narrowing of his eyes, Zhang Feng looked at the posture of the God-given Demon Wings, and a trace of murderous intent suddenly flashed in his heart.

In fact, Zhang Feng was really afraid that these senior elites would unite.

Therefore, the idea of ​​God giving Demon Wings to be the boss cannot be accepted by Zhang Feng at all.

Unable to help, Zhang Feng stared at him with his eyes tightly and said word by word: "So what if you borrow it? So what if you don't borrow it?"

"Hahaha, you're so funny!" Shen Ci Demon Wings laughed, "If you borrow, borrow it, just borrow it. If you don't borrow it, just take it down. How about there are so many?"

After a slight pause, he quickly put on a mysterious posture and said, "Oh, I almost forgot. In fact, we agreed that if you don't want to borrow it, you can still use some small force!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Feng couldn't help but hold the Lightning Blade in his hand tightly and directly activate the quick collision skill.

In fact, one reason is to take action first. As for another reason, Zhang Feng can no longer be given to the devil wings by the gods, and other high-level elite players are wasting time. Zhang Feng must arrive at the third floor of the wizard's tomb as soon as possible!

At this moment, the high-level war horse under him suddenly roared and crashed into the Demon Wings of God like a desperate attempt.

Seeing this situation, the God-given Demon Wings suddenly screamed and quickly retreated and said, "Damn! Why are you doing it? I just said that, and I didn't threaten to use force!"

"Tell yourself this, I don't have time to bet with you! If my affairs are delayed today, you will wait for all the players of Angel Wings to chase you!"

Zhang Feng couldn't help but shouted angrily, locked the God-given Demon Wings, and then knocked him away on the spot in just three seconds.

Puff----!

A blood-colored damage number of -7690 quickly floated out of his head.

"Damn! You did it first!"

The God-given Demon Wing rolled on the ground for a few times, quickly got up, and pointed at Zhang Feng in anger and said.

Immediately afterwards, he raised his staff and casually called out a fireball the size of a fist, shooting towards Zhang Feng.

With a frown, Zhang Feng immediately launched a battle soul to protect his body.

The fact is indeed as Zhang Feng expected. The power of the small fireball of the God-given Demon Wing was too small, and it only caused more than 100 points of life damage to Zhang Feng.

"Oh, damn it! What a strong defense!"

The God-given Demon Wings screamed, then waved his staff and summoned a fireball the size of a fist at a very fast speed.

This time, Zhang Feng couldn't help but curl his lips, and he was too lazy to dodge when he watched the fireball shoot.

So with one blow, Zhang Feng's equipment was just a little hot, and he also dropped more than 100 points of his life without serious damage.

"Wow! Very good! Very powerful!"

The God-given Demon Wings screamed again, as if he was not worried about Zhang Feng's attack on him. He was still standing there and summoning a fireball to attack Zhang Feng.

So, the previous scene appeared again, and Zhang Feng's life still only dropped more than a hundred points.

"Damn! You don't have other skills anymore, are you?"

Zhang Feng glared at him with contempt, moved forward slightly, raised his hand and shot him a thunderous blow.

Puff----!

As a thunderous skill shot out, the life of the God-given Demon Wings suddenly dropped by more than 10,000 points, which directly made the elite masters watching around him widen their eyes, making them seem so unbelievable.

However, beyond Zhang Feng's expectations, the God-given Demon Wings quickly retreated for a short distance, and then still threw a fist-sized fireball at Zhang Feng.

Zhang Feng was sweating profusely in his heart, and he couldn't help but curse in a very annoyance: "Are you finished? Dead trash!"

When he heard this, Shenci Demon Wings' face turned pale, his chest tilted and his fists clenched, and then suddenly he looked like a hippie smile and said, "Very good, you are the first person to scold me for being trash! Then, I will let you see the super power of the little fireball!"

As he said that, he summoned a small fireball as usual.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!