The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

All this happened so quickly and suddenly that everyone present didn't realize what happened.

After the figure stopped, Rodney subconsciously noticed that there was no sign of me standing beside him.

Yes, I shot.

Although I did not accept the task of protecting his sister, I couldn't bear to watch a beautiful girl die tragically before my eyes. Besides, this girl was still Rodney's sister who had a good relationship with me.

In this way, Rodney owed me another favor, hehe.

How should he pay it back?

The corners of my mouth raised, and I showed a sly smile.

I completely forgot the surroundings, a pair of surprised eyes, one by one, the chin that fell to the ground.

Rodney deserves to be the eldest person in this group (whether in mind or real age), and he was the first to react. With a complex expression on his face, he said to me, "You, the speed you just saw... ...."

Huh?

Only then did I realize that I was anxious to save people, and I actually exposed my trump card!

No, it is actually not accurate to say that. The standard statement is: I am eager to save people, but I have re-used the trump card that I have long forgotten!

In fact, it is like this...

When I just reached level 4, I tried to single out the tauren boss. That battle was not terribly tragic. In short, when I was lucky enough to kill the tauren boss, I had already lost most of it. Life.

Although I have to admit that the tauren boss was killed by my dying talent and hit the key point, but in the past more than an hour, the physical strength of the boss has been consumed by me. Eighty-eight, it even reached the point where the oil was exhausted and the lamp died!

It was just over an hour of dealings that forced me a set of unique trump skills.

It’s a bit far-fetched if you have to say it’s skills. After all, when you look at data, it won’t be reflected on paper, but it can be used in actual combat.

However, it is precisely because it cannot appear in the ability data, and at the same time I pay too much attention to combat skills. Over time, the set of forced skills is slowly faded by me...

It didn't take long to forget everything.

If it hadn't happened suddenly this time, I wouldn't even remember this set of skills-high-speed movement.

The reason why I call it that is because the only characteristic it embodies is fast, extraordinary fast!

In fact, its initiation principle is very simple. It is relying on my fighting instinct to unearth the potential consciousness of my legs and feet in countless dangerous situations. This approach is a bit similar to forcibly secreting adrenal glands in order to escape the danger. Elementary behavior.

However, this approach is much safer than adrenaline.

After all, excessive adrenaline secretion can cause death, and high-speed movement. I have used it about four or five times. I have never found any side effects. At most, it consumes more energy than before.

Fortunately, I forgot the existence of this skill. Otherwise, I wouldn’t use the terrifying power of my left arm to destroy the entire tenth floor. Naturally, it would be impossible to fall into that dangerous gap and I saw the extremely terrifying nine-headed dragon. Not to be able to obtain this pair of handguards and Nauta sword by chance.

Uh... and my fiancee Kagali, and her friends, and the uncle Godot who is fucking.

Just thinking about it, not far away, Rodney's voice sounded again: "An Xiaoyi, is your speed a bit too...fast?"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh?" I returned to my normal expression, looking at him in surprise.

"This won't... is your new combat skill?" Rodney guessed, stood up, walked quickly to Eva's side, helped her up, and patted the sand on her clothes. .

The stone shell monster standing behind Eva was frozen in the frame like a sculpture. A breeze blew by and heard a few soft clicks. Stones were constantly falling from above. Seconds later, it collapsed into a piece of broken sand, and it was no longer what it looked like before.

With two tinkling sounds, two coins, one silver and one copper, fell to the ground, reflecting the dazzling light.

I picked it up and handed it to Rodney: "Your coin."

Rodney pushed, but declined: "No, it's your coin."

"Well, it's mine."

Rodney nodded and continued his previous question: "Is your speed your new combat skill?"

"No, that is my talent." I lied with a smile on my face.

Rodney nodded believing it was true, and gave a thumbs up: "Awesome!"

I smiled: This guy definitely didn't take my ability value seriously yesterday.

"By the way, I happen to have something to ask you," I said to Rodney.

"what's up?"

"How can I obtain combat skills?" I asked.

"Buy it, go to the adventurer's base, go to the combat skill shop, they all sell it!" Rodney said: "Some will trade in private, but it is said that the price is very expensive."

"Uh... I'm sorry, it's the problem I expressed," I said, "I mean, I already have a combat skill book, but I don't know how to learn it."

"Oh, it turned out to be like this" Rodney said: "It's very simple, you only need to drop a drop of blood on the combat technique book."

"Ahhhhhhh? Acknowledge with blood?" I raised my eyebrows, how does this setting feel a bit similar to fantasy.

"Blood confession is a good word!" Rodney thought carefully and couldn't help but praised: "It's too vivid."

"It's that simple?" I asked.

Rodney said: "It's that simple."

"Okay, then." He took out the shit-yellow ghost-painted talisman war technique book from his arms, and lightly swiped the tip of the knife with his right index finger. In an instant, he opened a small mouth.

The blood quickly poured out and dripped onto the surface of the combat technique book.

I stared at the combat technique book expectantly, but after waiting for a while, I didn't see any response.

"Have I guessed wrong?" I was a little uneasy, and said in my heart: "This is not a combat skill book?"

Rodney saw that I stopped moving, and he was still a little bit curious. He said, "What are you doing?"

"Waiting for combat skills" I said: "Isn't it said that as long as the blood is dripped, there will be a reaction?"

"I mean, every page!" Rodney said heavily, "Every page must be dripped with your blood, so that it will be effective."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh?

"Yes, every page!"

"I'll give it a rub, it turned out to be like this!" I couldn't help but feel very grateful.

Fortunately, the number of pages in this combat skill book is small, and it doesn't take much blood. If you run into the same number of pages as Cihai, you won't have to vomit three liters of blood to complete the confession!

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