Chapter 19 Melee Grandpa
As Han Tiaotiao and Jieran took over steadily back and forth, all the players adapted to the rhythm of scraping the BOSS.
Just when everyone had been fighting hard for more than an hour, a gust of black wind blew, and a short old man with yellow eyebrows and beard suddenly appeared in front of the BOSS.
"No way!? There's another BOSS!?"
Wang Ergou had just wailed when he saw the short old man roll up a familiar black gust of wind and blow it towards the BOSS. The black fog that had been filling the surroundings suddenly dissipated a little. The black gust of wind also blew Han Tiaotiao, who was running away from the BOSS, out into the crowd - but this time he was unharmed.
A player in the team channel noticed some details: "That's not right, it doesn't look like the BOSS? It's a friendly? He doesn't have a health bar!"
Some players also made bold guesses: "Could this be the so-called Huang Gong?"
However, everyone only had time to say a word or two before they saw the corpse, which was originally being walked like a dog, suddenly turned around and rushed towards the old man like a moth suddenly attracted by the candlelight.
Then, the old man spat out a brown-yellow ball from his mouth. It was as big as a ping-pong ball and was flashing with a faint halo. It looked quite like the legendary inner elixir, but it was not solid enough.
When the corpse was about to hit the old man, the brown-yellow ball in front of the old man suddenly burst into a violent khaki light, and the black fog was completely cleared away. The corpse was also blasted more than ten meters away by the sudden light! "What a strong spiritual power fluctuation!"
The players couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.
As long as the players have drawn the Qi into their bodies, they can sense the spiritual energy. The huge earthy yellow light just now felt like a powerful spiritual energy shock wave to the players. However, everyone's strength was too low to distinguish the strange feeling contained in it that was different from ordinary spiritual energy. They could only sense the spiritual energy that burst out in an instant.
Although the corpse was blown away by the blow, it did not "die". Instead, it stood up tremblingly from the bushes where it had fallen, making a hoarse "ho ho" sound from its throat, and limped towards the old man again - even though one of its legs was broken by the explosion, it did not give up!
Many players were shocked: "This thing belongs to Xiaoqiang, right? It's still alive!?"
"Evil beast!"
The old man put the ochre-colored ball back into his stomach, shouted loudly, and took out a gourd ladle with strange words and symbols engraved on its surface from somewhere.
Its slender upper part is complete, while the lower part is split into two halves. A beautiful piece of red silk is tied to the vine handle at the top of the narrow head. From the style point of view, it is just a very ordinary gourd ladle used for scooping water.
The gourd ladle is not too big, but because the old man is so short, it looks very big.
Soon, the players saw an even more exaggerated scene——
The old man held the narrowest end of the gourd with both hands, then lifted it over his right shoulder and raised it high. The gourd actually grew up in the wind! In the blink of an eye, it grew to nearly half a person's height! Even the red silk on it, which was originally the size of a palm, became like a lotus robe worn by a general! Under the golden light around the gourd, the red color became even more dazzling! The huge belly of the gourd almost covered half of the old man's body, and the red silk was blown away by the strong wind stirred by the spiritual energy.
At this time, the corpse was already very close again. The old man shouted loudly, raised the giant gourd ladle and swung it towards the corpse!
There was another huge wave of spiritual energy, followed by a flash of golden light and a loud bang. The players saw the Yin corpse being hammered and flying backwards. At that moment, a blurry black shadow was actually shaken out from the Yin corpse!
Unfortunately, before anyone could see clearly, the black shadow quickly attached itself back to the corpse.
"What is that?"
"I don't know, did you take a screenshot?"
"Has anyone identified it?"
"It's too late!" "Is this a plot kill?"
"Does this mean we have completed the game?"
Players were watching the first "battle in another world of immortal cultivation" since logging into the game, while discussing it in the team channel.
The powerful blow just now was not over yet. The old man quickly caught up and hit the corpse that had just climbed up and had not yet stood firmly. The force was so great that it even made a dull sound like hitting a drum!
This time, the black shadow in the corpse took longer to be beaten out.
However, immediately afterwards, the old man used a huge gourd ladle as a racket and hit the corpse acting as the ping-pong ball back and forth as if he was playing ping-pong. The thudding sound continued in a rhythmic manner, leaving all the players dumbfounded.
"What a violent old man..."
"I think he can beat the shit out of me with one gourd..."
"That's not necessary..."
…
After knocking about ten times, the old man seemed to be exhausted. He stuck the gourd ladle upright on the ground, propped himself up and took a few deep breaths, staring at the corpse that was lying on the ground and twitching constantly.
At this time, the black shadow could no longer attach itself to the corpse. It seemed to be trying desperately to squeeze onto the corpse, but it just couldn't.
"You evil beast! You're still thinking of destroying someone's corpse!"
The old man cursed, and then he pulled off the red silk tied to the handle of the gourd ladle, wrapped the black shadow up, and held it in his hand.
"Why--"
Seeing that the old man seemed to want to leave, Wang Ergou became a little anxious. He had worked hard for several days and had called so many people. He couldn't get nothing, right? The old man turned his head and glanced at a group of "puppets" with clear and pure eyes. He frowned and remembered what Taiyin Niangniang had told him. He quickly threw a very plain blue-gray Qiankun bag into the crowd, and disappeared in a gust of yellow wind.
They blew up the temple, and the old man didn't even want to look at these annoying things! "Something dropped! Something dropped!"
A group of people gathered together excitedly. Wang Ergou also excitedly picked up the gray pouch on the ground and looked at it over and over again. The fabric looked familiar, very similar to the fabric of the novice suit. But it could also be a sect feature? He thought so and identified the inconspicuous pouch.
[Low-level Qiankun Bag]: [A low-level Qiankun bag with very limited storage space. What is inside? (Open by injecting a small amount of spiritual energy)]
"nice one!"
After sending the screenshot of the identification to the team channel, Wang Ergou praised it highly.
Although this game has a game backpack, it only has 30 backpack slots, and they cannot be used in a stacked manner. Even if you dig up the same kind of spiritual plants, they will each occupy a backpack slot due to their different qualities and appearances, which is very disappointing.
But if you have this Qiankun bag, it's different. You can put things in the Qiankun bag, and no matter how much stuff you put in it, it only takes up one grid in the backpack, which greatly saves the space of the backpack grid. Although it may not be as convenient to take items as the game backpack, it is still very useful as a warehouse to store infrequently used supplies.
While Wang Ergou was trying to infuse spiritual energy into the Qiankun bag, he said in the group microphone: "This thing is currently out of print. Those who want it, you can discuss a starting price first. We will use real RMB as the main price. I will create a group later and settle the accounts in the group. If it fails to be sold, we will re-sell it. But those who fail to be sold will be blacklisted by me. I don’t want them in the future!"
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