Qin Ming stretched out his arm and showed the number, but his eyes kept sweeping among the three of them, and he frowned secretly in his heart.

"Strange, that person vomited blood, why didn't he see anyone react?" Li Yan asked curiously, "Is it because everything here is black?"

Qin Ming nodded secretly, "It's possible..."

The reason for his fierce counterattack was that he mainly had two purposes.

First, test the strength and reactions of these teammates, and at the same time demonstrate their strength and force, telling them that it is best not to use tricks.

Now it seems that the effect is good.

The second is to take the opportunity to choose a lucky teammate and vomit blood for him to see who the little cutie who was bleeding was.

But it is obvious now that none of the three people reacted, and Qin Ming's plan failed.

"It's like we don't know each other without fighting. We'll take this opportunity to get to know each other." Forty-one continued to smile and looked at the other two.

The woman spoke first and showed her arms, and her number was 32.

"It seems that you are all cruel people who are good at close combat."

"I can't do it, I'm a mage."

As he said that, a black flame surged into the woman's hand.

The tall and strong young man snorted coldly, "I am also a mage who is not good at melee combat."

Black quicksand began to gather in his hands, and he looked at Qin Ming's eyes full of provocation.

Qin Ming laughed.
Chapter completed!