Not only did these four pieces of equipment have a superior appearance, but they also increased their attributes quite well.
Normal blue equipment would increase attributes by about 2 to 3 points.
Each of these pieces of equipment could increase three attribute points.
Moreover, it had a set effect.
The equipment requirement was 8 points of Agility, so it did not pose any pressure to Ma Jun.
After putting on the equipment, Ma Jun's overall attributes had become:
Name: Ma Jun
[Level: LV8 (100/1500)]
[Strength: 9]
[Agility: 16]
Constitution: 12
[Spirit: 8]
Charm: ???
[Attribute Points available: 7]
[Set Attribute 1: Increases 10% damage to mutated monsters that have been cursed]
[Set Attribute 2: Agility increases by 10% in the dark]
In other words, if it was nighttime, Ma Jun's agility would increase by 1.6, reaching nearly 18!
If Ma Jun added all 7 free attribute points to agility, then his individual attribute points would reach a terrifying 25!
Ma Jun estimated that he might be able to arm wrestle with Acena just based on speed alone.
With this kind of speed, if he were to spar with Acena again, wouldn't sparks fly?
Tsk tsk.
He thought for a moment and added one point of Strength and two points of Spirit.
All of his attributes broke through 10 points.
He wanted to keep the remaining four free attribute points.
It would be a joke if he got a piece of equipment but the requirements were too high and he could not equip it.
After spending some money, his net worth shrank sharply again.
He only had 5,000 Gold left.
After some thought, he split a third of his Epic items and put them on the Exchange Hall.
Selling it like this would more or less cause a loss.
However, he urgently needed a training room.
Thriller games had been released for ten years. He had to do everything possible to narrow the gap between him and the others as soon as possible!
After looking at the equipment, Ma Jun checked the cultivation method again.
Compared to props, cultivation techniques were much less.
Even though there were a few of them, they were all trash. Ma Jun felt that learning them was a waste of time.
He was very disappointed.
Most of the players who had cultivation techniques might have chosen to trade privately.
Excellent cultivation techniques were probably hoarded by aristocratic families, military regions, or powerful player guilds.
It was used to nurture direct descendants.
It seemed that he could only go to the dungeon to find the cultivation technique.
Ma Jun was not worried about this at all.
Obtaining a top-grade cultivation technique might be something that could only be encountered by chance, but it was not difficult for him.
...
Ding!
As the bell rang, Ma Jun walked into the classroom with his bag and white earphones as usual.
Being late was a common occurrence for him.
The teacher was also used to it.
The originally quiet classroom was suddenly filled with exclamations.
"F * ck, Brother Jun is back!"
"Brother Jun, my Brother Jun!"
"Did you call him Brother Jun? It's called the God of Horses!"
Ma Jun stood still and waved at everyone, arousing a strong reaction.
Because of his outstanding luck with women since he was young, Ma Jun was very popular with all the female teachers in school.
Twenty routes, thirty routes, forty routes, fifty routes…
All of them.
It made the other men envious.
It was just that many male teachers looked at Ma Jun rather unhappily.
But there was nothing he could do.
They didn't want Ma Jun to visit them either.
Ma Jun walked to his seat and sat down. Immediately, a group of people surrounded him.
"Brother Jun, you're in the game too!"
"How is it? Isn't it exciting?"
"Why haven't you come for so long? I was worried that you would die in the game. No one would be able to deal with my sister anymore, sob sob…"
Ma Jun raised his head slightly and narrowed his eyes.
"Stop it. Even if you all die, I won't die.”
"Let's go, let's go. Go do what you need to do. Don't delay my sleep.”
The surrounding people were chased away by Ma Jun. Ma Jun saw Su Ling's slender white neck at a glance.
Su Ling was sitting in front of him, her body trembling slightly.
He seemed to be conflicted about something.
After a long time, she turned her head, her eyes slightly red.
"Why didn't you reply to me when I sent you a message?”
"Do you know how worried I was about you?”
Su Ling's voice was already tinged with tears.
"Heh."
"You care about me?" Ma Jun pursed his lips. It's your mother who cares about me, right?"
Su Ling was slightly stunned and panicked.
"Then you…Why did you block my mother's number? She can't even contact you.”
Ma Jun leaned against the chair and swayed gently.
"I told you, she's pushing me too hard, and it's making me feel pressured.”
"I like freedom and I hate pressure the most.”
He looked at Su Ling and suddenly raised his eyebrows.
"Why are you so concerned about your mother and me?”
"Don't tell me you really want me to be your stepfather.”
Su Ling's face immediately turned red, and the little pigeon's body undulated.
"What nonsense are you spouting!"
She called out weakly and turned her head away, not daring to look at Ma Jun again.
Tsk tsk.
Women always say one thing and mean another.
Ma Jun flipped through the textbook. He was a good student and loved to study.
Even though he didn't pass much.
But that was because they needed to train.
Moreover, this just proved his integrity. If he was willing to communicate with a few female teachers in the question setting team, he would have gotten the answer long ago!
But he didn't.
He felt that he was too righteous.
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