Pirate’s Infinite Wings

The expression is very reserved, as if they are wearing the most gorgeous and expensive coats.

These people are equipped with brooms, mops, short sticks, and even shovels of different lengths.

This posture is like holding a spear, spear, sharp knife, and sharp sword, which is amazingly lethal.

Fortunately, he finally managed not to laugh.

Facial muscles twitched slightly, standing under the wishing tree, twisting his hands left and right, and the metal baton was removed from the coaster.

One end of the short stick sticks out directly, the end is extremely sharp, and a long metal nail is engraved on it, engraved with countless complicated characters and patterns.

At this time, Fang Lang ushered in the first young hunter apprentice who stopped him from continuing.

This is a young apprentice hunter, with a confident expression on his face, wearing a high-grade apprentice hunter coat.

Without saying anything, he bumped into him head-on.

Fang Lang didn't move.

So miraculously escaped, what appeared to be an extremely ferocious stick.

Then he raised his foot and kicked the young apprentice hunter in the stomach.

You hit the target with ease and success.

Kick the master apprentice hunter back into madness.

On the way back, he knocked down a group of young hunter apprentices with his body, and rushed behind him trying to attack Fang Lang.

To see such a wonderful scene.

The corners of Fang Lang's eyes twitched slightly, and then he murmured helplessly towards it.

"Brother, you are here to prevent me from destroying this tree, which has a close relationship with you. You didn't come here specially to play!"

The reason why he would make such a mockery.

This is because he doesn't know how the first person who comes to stop him will feel in the eyes of the other companions and himself.

However, it seemed to him that the first person who came to stop him was very weak. He looks like he hasn't had enough food or sleep for a long time. It seemed that anyone with a little more strength and agility could drive him with ease.

What's more, the first young trainee hunter who came to stop him might be a weapon, like a long stick in his own eyes, but in Fang Lang's eyes, it was just a wooden stick as long as an adult's forearm chair legs. This is also the real reason why Fang Lang didn't move before, but the successful and non-threatening people were really hit.

Ding Ding Dang Dang.

The silvery bunches of fruit on the wishing tree sounded sharper, more urgent warnings.

In the quick warning of wind chimes, more young apprentice hunters rushed to this wishing tree from all directions at night.

These people are jumping at Fang Lang at the moment, and at a glance, they can be sure that they are all of the monkey provocative type.

Besides, don't care how embarrassing they are in the Qin family at the moment.

As far as they are concerned, they are slower than the first advanced young apprentice hunters to arrive, and we know how much power they have left.

In the absence of any effective training, the consequences of eating moldy and spoiled food and drinking fake water like pure water for many days in a row are obvious.

Compared to ordinary residents of the Second District who have absolutely no power.

Those who have source power and a lot of source power, as long as they don't maintain a certain degree of lucidity in this dream, in fact, their current power is completely in a cliff-like decline compared to the normal period.

Maybe Fang Lang was very similar to them two days ago.

However, the significant improvement in food and rest conditions over the past two days allowed him to quickly return to his original level.

Watching more and more strange young trainee hunters swarming in.

Fang Lang's face darkened.

Holding a metal rod with long metal spikes, pull firmly to the sides.

Ding.

This metal rod is divided directly into two parts.

As long as a metal baseball bat.

Except for the metal handle part that holds the hand, the rest are long metal spikes that just popped out of the metal rod.

Take a deep breath.

The right hand holds the club for as long as a baseball bat.

Swinging like a tiger creates wind.

Use it to fight off the other young apprentice hunters, who one by one pounce on him.

Turn your left wrist.

Holding a metal spike with strange patterns and characters, he pushed back hard.

With a metal spike with a pointed point, the whole body sinks deep at once, and it may take five or six adults to hug the trunk of a successful wishing tree.

Then swing the stick with the right hand.

A stick hit a young man who was trying to sneak up on him from behind.

The mature man fell into a group of people rushing from behind.

Many people were knocked down in an instant.

But the strange thing is that many people who are knocked down can't get up again.

puff! puff! puff!

This is the moment things change!

A string of silver-white wishes and fruit strings fell one after another.

When it hit the ground, it cracked like an egg hitting a rock.

The source force is fluid, flowing out from the cracked silver-white shell, and quickly absorbed by the soil under the tree.

in a weak sense.

Not only did Fang Lang clearly see that the flowers growing around the trees in Forgetful Village and the sea of ​​flowers were absorbed, and the boundary was widened by that circle, he also clearly saw that some people surrounded by him were not hit by any external force. They fell to the ground, but they couldn't stand up after falling to the ground. The surrounding crowd is moved by a special accident.

But the commotion came and went faster.

Just a gust of wind, accompanied by a more intense scent of light flowers, the commotion will quickly subside.

Even stranger.

The source of the commotion, the people who still don't know whether they are dead or alive, is quickly ignored by those around them.

Some even stepped on their bodies and seemed to feel nothing wrong with their feet.

The moment the little riot ended.

Fang Lang has successfully used a long metal spike to inject source power into the special stick held in his left hand.

A cloud of gray ice fog not only enveloped the exposed part of the long metal stick held in his left hand, but also enveloped Fang Lang's left hand.

Layers of cold air seep out of it.

That's right.

This metal rod with a special structure is actually a special source device, allowing the user to use it in reality and dreams.

It's called a popsicle!

When I heard the name "popsicle" for the first time, Fang Lang almost laughed.

However, seeing other high-level hunters who know or don't know, all put on a very ordinary expression of this name, he is still the same as before, his twisted facial muscles will hold back a smile!

Popsicles!

Popsicles!

Ice is the self-generating force of the stick holder, which is injected into the surface and interior of the long metal spines, characters and grooves. ..