After Mo Yuhan walked out of the medical hall, he wandered aimlessly through the streets of Apocalypse City, and a huge brown signboard was imprinted in his eyes.

Mo Yuhan whispered, "Mercenary House." Then the corners of his mouth grinned slightly, and he said in his heart: "It's a little interesting." Thinking about it, he stepped into it.

The moment he entered the room, Mo Yuhan was instantly drowned out by the noise, and the smell of sweat filled the entire room, Mo Yuhan frowned and walked to the counter, looked up at the task bar, and a crimson task was particularly eye-catching and hung in the first place, "Reward: Find the murderer who killed Liao Yang, the leader of the Blazing Mercenary Group, with a reward of 500,000 gold coins, and a reward for Liao Xing." ”

And the people around the counter were also stunned when they looked at this task: "Which daring guy actually killed Liao Xing's son, that old thing is notoriously ruthless, it's interesting now." ”

Mo Yuhan frowned, looked at the crowd around him, and said in his heart: "Is it so fast? It seems that it touched that guy's scales! Immediately looked around, many mercenaries looked at this task with a rich reward a little covetous, after all, it was enough to find the murderer, and there was no need to even kill and bring it to Liao Xing.

Mo Yuhan sighed lightly, thought for a while, and said to the waiter at the counter: "I want to register as a mercenary!"

The immature voice instantly attracted everyone at the counter, and the surrounding area of the counter instantly fell into an eerie silence, and then everyone burst into laughter.

A big man held his waist and said with a smile: "The little milk baby hasn't dried up yet, so he came over to register as a mercenary? Go back and drink milk for a few more years, not everyone can be a mercenary." ”

The waiter at the counter also smiled and said as politely as possible: "Don't make trouble here, children, this mercenary is not so easy to be." ”

Mo Yuhan hooked the corners of his mouth, strode to Dahan's side, and his right hand buckled on Dahan's arm with lightning speed, Dahan was suddenly angry, and the spiritual power in his body surged out and pounced on Mo Yuhan.

Mo Yuhan snorted coldly, his right hand was like an iron building, he clasped the big man's arm tightly, and the spiritual power in his body rushed straight to his right arm with the meridians, and the tiger entered the flock of sheep to disperse the big man's spiritual power, and then the waist was strong, and the big man was picked up and smashed to the ground.

Suddenly, there was silence in the mercenary house, the big man just now was the deputy head of the Wolf Gu Mercenary Group, a martial artist, everyone was quite familiar with it, although he was a little caught off guard, but he ended up like this, and everyone had a few points in their hearts.

Mo Yuhan shook his hand and asked, "Can I register now?"

The waiter reacted and said with a smile: "Yes, of course." As he spoke, he took out a token and said, "Just write the name you want to take in your own blood on it." ”

Mo Yuhan nodded, bit his finger decisively, and wrote a word on the token - "Han"

The waiter took the token, pressed it on a piece of crystal, and then respectfully handed it to Mo Yuhan, and said, "If you hand over five more silver coins, the formalities will be completed." ”

Mo Yuhan nodded, took the token, and just as he was about to take out the money, a big hand had already thrown a gold coin to the waiter, and said, "No need to look for it!"

Mo Yuhan was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look at the owner of this hand, a man over fifty years old was looking down at him, and couldn't help asking, "Thank you for your kindness, but it's still ......."

The man interrupted his words and said, "I don't say secret words, I am the leader of the Makino Mercenary Regiment, I hope you can join us, as for sincerity, our Makino Mercenary Regiment is a king-level mercenary group, which can provide you with sufficient protection." ”

Mo Yuhan raised his eyebrows, a little surprised by the invitation of the Soul Shepherd, and said: "Please allow me to think about this matter, presumably the head of the Soul Pastor will not give me so much time." ”

The shepherd nodded and laughed, "That's natural! I'll give you a week to think about it, even if you don't join us, we'll cover you in the future." As he spoke, he swept the crowd with his eyes.

Mo Yuhan smiled, hugged his fists and thanked: "Thank you seniors for your kindness, the kid has thanked me here, and I will give my seniors an answer within a week, and the kid will retire first." With that, he left the mercenary's house.

Seeing Mo Yuhan leaving, Mu Soul also waved his hand in a very happy mood, and left the mercenary house with the people of the Muye mercenary group, leaving everyone in the mercenary house who was blown into a pot of porridge.

Mo Yuhan returned to the camp with a relaxed body, and found that Zhou Neng had not returned to the camp, so he had no choice but to return to his camp, sit cross-legged, and quietly think about the gains and losses of this trip.

After a long time, Mo Yuhan slowly exhaled a breath and muttered, "If you can learn a good body technique, maybe you won't be injured." Then he frowned: "Where should I find this magic martial art!" while thinking, he habitually turned the ring on his finger.

He looked down at the pale ring on his hand with a bit of a headache, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he said in his heart: "Why did I forget Bai Lao's ring?" and then urged the spiritual power to infiltrate into the ring.

In an instant, a huge space appeared in front of Mo Yuhan's eyes, in which countless items were stacked on the shelves in an orderly manner, Mo Yuhan couldn't help but be a little amazed, since Bai Lao handed over the ring to him, he had never carefully looked at the relics left by Bai Lao for him, and now this scene really shocked Mo Yuhan.

Licking his lips, his spirit drifted to the place where the scrolls were stacked, and then picked up the scrolls one after another.

After a long time, Mo Yuhan took out a scroll with three words engraved on the cover - "Tianyu Step"

Stretching his waist, his eyes once again devoted himself to the combat skills, and after a little thought, he rummaged through a bunch of king-level skills that were not too many, and after a while, he let out a sigh of relief, and took out a volume of combat skills called "Little Xuanyuan Palm".

Standing up satisfied, he straightened up, looked around at the somewhat messy battle skill scrolls, sighed, and said in his heart: "Bai Lao, how can I thank you!"

The deeper you go, the fewer and fewer shelves are on display, and the fewer and fewer items are placed on the shelves.

Soon, when the last shelf disappeared from view, Mo Yuhan only felt a suffocating fear coming from the darkness deep in the space.