Quick Transmigration: Passer-by Craftsman System [MTL]

Chapter 122

The water poured in the first level can be used to deal with the monsters guarding the second level. It is very thoughtful.

The only trouble is that the bubbles seem to be no longer biological parts after leaving the flower. They are immune to water and will not become smaller and disappear.

"That's okay, I'll hit you with a baseball bat. If anyone has good marksmanship, please kill the facehugger before it comes over." The brown-skinned beauty said carelessly, waving the baseball bat in her hand with one hand and making a hitting gesture. look.

"I can also help shoot the ball." A little man in the crowd smiled and said to Qingchuan while holding a pebble, "If I accidentally get hugged by a facehugger, can you save me, boss?"

"Yes." Qingchuan nodded, thinking about the speed of the facehugger and how he could save the person beforehand.

"That's it."

The bow-tied man and the soldier, who considered themselves the best marksmen in the crowd, picked up water guns, like soldiers on the battlefield. Their expressions suddenly became serious, no longer shy, and they looked very cold and professional.

Everyone listened to Qingchuan's instructions.

Everyone has a strange trust in Qingchuan, maybe because his reputation is too big, maybe because this may be the last chance, no one wants to give up, and they are not willing to doubt.

"start!"

It doesn't take a lot of time to make bubbles. The main thing is to deal with those flowers and then reduce the number of bubbles. One player's prop is a fan that generates strong winds, which has the function of a banana fan. It's just that it can only be used three times. It was used twice in previous games and this is the last time.

After everyone destroyed about one-fifth of the bubbles, they used fans to create a path and hurried through.

Looking back, I saw that the bubbles that had been blown to the four sides came back automatically and gathered together again, and new plant buds grew on the ground.

At this time, there was less than thirty minutes left before the effect of the medicine wore off, and there was still some distance to the top of the mountain.

But the third level arrived, and a slimy swamp circled the mountain in an unscientific way. It was visually estimated that the distance was three to four hundred meters before we reached the opposite side.

They tested it with small wooden sticks and found that it was probably the 502 swamp. If it stuck, it couldn't be pulled out, and all their efforts were useless. Probably the setting is that if it sticks, it won't come out.

Qingchuan threw a thin leaf on the swamp. Oh, in just one second, it sank. It was such a weak water.

One second is enough...

He had some thoughts and looked at the players behind him who were forcefully pulled over by him: If these people can get out alive, their future will be extraordinary. It would be a pity to lose them here.

Everyone was stared at.

"Boss, if you have any ideas, just tell me."

"...Do you want to try what it feels like to fly?"

"ah------"

This is a queue of long snakes. Qingchuan is in front, holding a hemp rope in one hand and a stack of leaves in the other. The leaves flew out and landed on the swamp surface in a three-meter-wide pattern, sinking within a second.

Qingchuan grasped the gap of that second and tapped his toes. He looked very cool-if there were not a row of kites behind him.

There was a row of people behind him, holding a hemp rope and a small dandelion umbrella in each hand. Their bodies were light and fluttering when the wind blew. Now Qingchuan was walking quickly through the swamp, and each of them was blown into carp streamers, almost like centipede kites flying high. .