Where did you come from?
The robot glanced back to confirm that it had just stepped through a spatial portal, not a time portal.
Where are they?
He looked at the Cloud Clan Birdman, angry at their lack of ambition.
We've already marked the points, how could anyone escape?
After sneezing several more times, the Birdman finally stopped.
This feeling is just too awful.
In his memory, he had only had a similar experience once during his childhood.
After taking the first Qi-Gathering Pill, the disease completely disappeared from his body.
"They're gone."
"Didn't I tell you to close the exit?"
The Birdman shrugged. "They opened the door again."
The robot turned its head to look at the gloating blonde woman beside it.
She scoffed, "Why are you looking at me? I was with you in the vault."
"If you can't do it, you can't do it. Is it so hard to admit you're bad?"
The robot, whose body was half melted and deformed, was trembling with rage.
What kind of teammates did they match him with?
The blonde woman looked around but didn't see the red-eyed man.
Why are you alone?
Mentioning that Birdman makes me angry. "He ran away a long time ago."
From the shadows not far away, the red-eyed man emerged, looking embarrassed.
"I suddenly fell ill, and even my blood and qi circulation is impaired, so I have to temporarily avoid the limelight."
The blonde woman looked the other person up and down suspiciously. " Level Eight Martial Artist getting sick? Are you kidding me?"
"And you don't look sick at all right now."
The red-eyed man was silent for a moment, then said, "You're cured."
The robot's fist hardened.
The Birdman said indignantly, "That swordsman took one of my sword strikes and is already seriously injured."
"If you cooperate with me and find the person quickly, it will be over sooner."
The red-eyed man gritted his teeth upon hearing this. "You hit me with that sword!"
Birdman completely disbelieved. "Bullshit! How could I not know who I was fighting?"
The red-eyed man said coldly, "Blind bird."
The air around the Birdman surged rapidly. "Want to practice, huh?"
Red-eyed man. "Afraid of you?"
Seeing the two constantly shifting blame, the robot finally lost its patience.
"Enough!"
"Immediately treat the wounded. I'll report this to the Council."
The blonde woman turned and left, waving her right hand in a gesture of respect.
"How can you, a bunch of insects, manage the Myriad Races Black Market?"
"I'm not playing along."
The Cloud Clan Birdman's expression grew increasingly gloomy.
This scene is a near-perfect replica of what happened three years ago.
The red-eyed man shouted at the robot's retreating figure, "What about the auction?"
The robot paused. "All the auction items are gone. What do you suggest for the auction? Return all the crystals."
The red-eyed man glanced at the Birdman: "You're in charge of the accounts, go handle it."
Having said that, he immediately disappeared into the shadows.
Birdman slammed a wind blade into the vault door. "Useless teammate."
Qin Ze and Daoist Miao ran for a long time before stopping to make sure no one was chasing them.
"Stimulate!"
The Myriad Races Black Market has an incredibly high drop rate.
If I don't go check it out regularly every few months from now on, I'll be letting down my old friends.
Facing ordinary Level Eight Martial Artist, Qin Ze is now able to handle the situation with ease.
With the Fog of War and the Plague Pollen in effect, even Level Eight Martial Artist wouldn't be able to react in time.
The only slight drawback is that Plague Pollen is only highly effective when used on the initial target.
Starting from the second time, the effects of the illness will be weakened with each subsequent treatment until it becomes completely ineffective.
As the target level increases, this process will be continuously shortened.
Plague Pollen attacks a warrior's immune system, but with repeated exposure, the immune system evolves to produce corresponding "antibodies."
When the Plague Pollen acts on the red-eyed man and the Birdman again, Qin Ze estimates that the effect will only last for a few dozen seconds.
Qin Ze happily took stock of his gains in his storage ring. Although he didn't need most of the things, he could share some with his clones.
The Captain exclaimed in the Local Area Network, "What? They're going to upgrade our Flying Circus Man again?"
The loot from the last Myriad Races Black Market instance was distributed by Qin Ze to the Captain and his team.
After all, they are positioned as lone wolves in the Abyss, and they can't stand firm without a buff.
However, through continuous jungle clearing, their strength has greatly improved.
Qin Ze plans to give the dungeon drops to the head clone this time.
The other clones protested loudly, "You have no shame! You spend your days eating, drinking, and having fun, do you deserve to use what our brothers risked their lives to obtain?"
The Captain retorted, "I was building a bridgehead for the Troupe Leader."
" Troupe Leader, isn't that right? Troupe Leader, say something!"
A group of people were chattering away, giving Qin Ze a headache.
"Alright, all of you shut up. Troupe Leader have my own plans."
Now that things had come to this, Qin Ze prepared to say goodbye and part ways with Daoist Miao.
However, Daoist Miao seemed to be in a rather strange state at the moment.
His body trembled violently, his skin was as red as a boiled shrimp, and large drops of sweat dripped from his forehead.
White steam rose from above, as if the water were boiling.
"Hey, are you alright?"
Qin Ze quickly stepped back to create some distance, afraid of getting his blood splattered on him.
Daoist Miao was unable to utter a single word at this moment.
He knelt on the ground, his hands supporting him, panting heavily.
The sweat that dripped down quickly soaked the ground beneath him.
Qin Ze raised his hands and said, "I didn't touch you, don't try to scam me."
"Even if your Second Sister comes, I still have the right."
The Dharma King clicked his tongue in amazement. "Is this guy going to die?"
The Light Prayer suggested, "Why not help him escape his suffering, and while we're at it, see if he possesses any treasures of the Blazing Sun Clan?"
The Mist Lord let out a sharp, explosive cry, "Are you insane? Do you want to be hunted down to the ends of the earth by the Blazing Sun Clan?"
Qin Ze crossed his arms and watched silently.
If Daoist Miao is alright, then everyone will be happy.
If he really dies, he can help collect the body and charge a collection fee.
After a while, Daoist Miao finally stopped trembling so much.
He took out a pill from his storage space and swallowed it.
After a short while, the reddened skin gradually returned to normal, and the steam stopped coming out of the top of the head.
Daoist Miao slowly rose to his feet. "I'm sorry, I made you worry."
Qin Ze said with some regret, "It's alright as long as you're alright."
Daoist Miao immediately explained, "It's an old problem; I've gotten used to it over the years."
Since it was a chance encounter and a private matter, Qin Ze didn't press the issue further.
Farewell for today.
"If you ever get any similar flying swords with attributes in the future, remember to contact me."
"The price is absolutely fair."
After saying that, Qin Ze was about to leave.
"Wait," Daoist Miao called out to him, "Could you give me the Purifying Soul Orb?"
"I'll buy it, whether it's crystals or the Source of Life, just name your price."
The quality of the Purifying Soul Orb is actually quite ordinary. As the Holy Son of the Blazing Sun Clan, Daoist Miao should not be lacking in such a thing.
Qin Ze asked curiously, "What do you want this bead for?"