Chapter 197: Mercenary Dabi?

Wren's heart was full of depression, Ah Zuo's speed and strength were not much higher than him, but he just didn't have the strength to fight back, and his whole body was full of red marks that had been drawn out, if this was in battle, he didn't know how many times he died. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

After suffering so many beatings, Wren completely believed Azuo's evaluation that 'he has talent and can't use it'. At the same time, there was also a happy point in his heart, Ah Zuo successively used the step forward slash and slash Gangshi, so that he was sure that Ah Zuo was a Wind Sword Hero ranker!

Half an hour later, Wren was lying on the ground like a dead dog, and he had become the same as the second dog before him, with a swollen head like a pig's head.

'Trance. ’

A bottle of advanced life potion was still on the ground by Ah Zuo, and said, "Drink it." ā€

A bottle of advanced life potion is 2000 gold coins, and Wren will not be polite, so he grabs it and drinks it with his head up.

"I think you know about the banquet too." Ah Zuo said.

Wren nodded and looked at Ah Zuo.

"There are still five days left before the banquet between the Strangers begins, and in the past few days, I will teach you as many things as possible, so that you have a better chance of surviving. It's up to you how much you comprehend. ā€

With such a big master of the same profession teaching him by hand, Wren immediately forgot about his injuries excitedly, stood up and said, "Let's start!" ā€

Ah Zuo shook his head, "Give you half an hour to adjust your body to the best condition." ā€

After speaking, Ah Zuo sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes and ignored Rennes.

Within half an hour, Wren quickly digested the advanced life potion in his stomach. He didn't have much serious injuries on his body, he was just tired, and the life potion could also restore his strength, and after a while, Wren was restored.

He stood beside Ah Zuo and said softly, "Senior, I'm resting." ā€

Ah Zuo opened his eyes, picked up the dead branches beside him, looked at Wren, and said, "Let's start with skills." The release of your skills is chaotic, and you can only use 70% of your power out of 10. ā€

After a pause, Ah Zuo asked, "What's your attack speed?" ā€

"1.1, after using this Burster Necklace, you can reach 2.1," Wren replied.

Ah Zuo was silent for a moment and said, "The foundation is too low, you need to buy more equipment to increase attack speed." For the Swift Wind Swordman, the attack speed in the early stage is far more important than the attack power. ā€

Wren replied respectfully, and then, training began.

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The huge martial arts training ground echoed with Ah Zuo's stern voice.

"It's too slow! Just stretch your wrist forward and don't have to make unnecessary movements! ā€

"Wrist, wrist! Use the strength of your wrist to move the trajectory of the knife, and be flexible! ā€

"It's not right! Thirty percent of the strength fades when you exert yourself! Start with your feet and transfer the force to your waist and then to the knife in your hand! ā€

The dead branches were pumped on Wren again and again, the pain was hot, and Ah Zuo hated the iron and shouted: "It's too slow, it's still too slow!" ā€

Wren holds the knife in both hands, and every time he swings the knife, he uses all his strength to release the chopping flash, according to Ah Zuo, one law can be used in a hundred ways, as long as he is proficient in chopping and flashing, the other skills are the same as drawing gourds, and it is much easier to learn.

Time, from noon to afternoon.

"Slash Flash!" Wren shouted.

"Slash Flash!" Wren yelled.

"Slash Flash!" Wren was exhausted but still screaming.

Ah Zuo stood behind Wren like a ghost, his eyes staring at Wren's every subtle movement, making it impossible for him to be lazy at all.

At the beginning, Wren was tired, and he felt that he couldn't see it if he was a little lazy, and then he ushered in the dead branch combo x3, and Ren didn't believe in evil and was lazy, in exchange for the dead branch combo x10.

This is not an ordinary person holding a branch to whip you, Ah Zuo used his spiritual power to pump on Wren's flesh, just enough to make him feel the extreme pain, but it did not hurt his muscles and bones, plus the side effects of rage, the current Wren ********.

It wasn't until nine o'clock in the evening that the hellish brutal training was over.

When Ah Zuo said the words 'okay', Wren fell to the ground, his eyes were black and he was about to fall asleep, and he was kicked in the ass before he got up.

"Tomorrow morning, continue." Ah Zuo's voice was flat.

Wren's body trembled a little, this kind of training will continue, just one day will be dead, he said: "That... Tomorrow the Great Tiger wants all the Strangers to gather... ā€

"Nonsense!" Ah Zuo sneered and said, "What kind of friendship game is that little guy going to hold in Bacheng, it's all a joke in front of absolute power!" If you have that kung fu, you might as well practice hard! I'll go talk to Dahu later, so you don't have to go. ā€

Wren didn't dare to refute, and after saying 'yes', he left the martial arts training ground and stayed in the dormitory assigned by Thorn Flower.

The dormitory is not big, only 20 square meters in size, with an ordinary wooden bed and white futon, and there is only one person in each dormitory.

There was fluorescent stone on the table, which emitted light after injecting a trace of power, Wren grabbed the mirror in front of the bed, looked at his body full of red marks in the mirror, and smiled bitterly.

Although Ah Zuo is as strict as a devil, Wren knows that he is all for his own good, and only if he is strong can he survive the banquet. It's just that I don't know what Dahu will think when he learns the news that he is not going to participate in the mission.

To be on the safe side, Wren sent a message to Big Tiger in the system chat.

Dahu quickly replied, he let out a crying expression, and said, "Damn, I'm sleeping, Ah Zuo held a knife around my neck, saying that you have to cultivate with him for the next few days, and I have no room to refuse at all!" ā€

Wren: Me too...

Big Tiger: Forget it, it's not an important task, and it's okay to be without you.

Big Tiger: Are you going to stay by Ah Zuo's side to cultivate these days, his strength is very strong, and he is very famous among those who rank in the ranks.

Wren: By the way, what rank is he?

Big Tiger: Gold pinnacle level, veteran powerhouse, against some newly promoted platinum level 5, can also play comparable.

Wren: Khan...

Big Tiger: Ah Zuo is very strict, be careful not to provoke him, maybe he can train you to death if he is angry... Of course, he had a good heart.

Wren: I can see ...

Big Tiger: Okay, that's it, if you have time after your cultivation tomorrow, you can go to the Mercenary Alliance to have a look.

Wren: Okay.

Exiting the system interface, Wren snorted and buried himself in the soft quilt, never thinking about anything else, and fell asleep.

At six o'clock the next morning, Wren was in very good spirits, perhaps because of the bottle of advanced life potion he had drunk. Having said that, to use such an expensive thing to restore physical strength, only a golden powerhouse like Ah Zuo is willing to do it. If it were Wren, the Advanced Life Potion would only be used in a battle of life and death.

When he came to the martial arts training ground, Ah Zuo had been waiting there for a long time, and today's training goal was still to cut the flash. In Zuo's words, if you can't familiarize yourself with this skill, all the skills in the future will not progress.

Swinging the knife with all his strength, uninterrupted release of skills, Wren's physical strength was at the bottom, Ah Zuo waved his hand, and took out more than a dozen bottles of advanced life potions from his backpack, Wren's eyes widened, Ah, this is more than 20,000 gold coins.

Ah Zuo smiled gloomily, "Don't worry about physical strength, just drink the potion." ā€

Wren hummed in pain and happiness, and threw himself into the never-ending slash again.

Mechanical training, Wren gradually became numb, and at nine o'clock, the system received a cautious approach. Wren only dared to glance at it in a hurry, the news was sent by Yellow Tooth and Ergou.

To the effect that he asked why he didn't come, Dahu also announced in public that Wren could not participate in this mission because of something.

Wren sighed, holding the sword and roaring, "Slash Gang Flash!" ā€

One of the most basic skills of the Wind Sword Hero is full of unknowns in the eyes of Wren today, and since he saw Ah Zuo's combat methods, a new door has opened in front of Wren. Now that he deeply understands the importance of skill, if he can have the same sense of battle as Ah Zuo when fighting against the Shadow Beast, he may not need to suffer so many casualties.

What kind of qualitative change can occur when the explosive attack of rage is combined with skill? Wren was excited just thinking about it, endured the soreness of his limbs, and exercised little by little according to the method that Ah Zuo said.

Twelve o'clock, time for rest and dinner. Ah Zuo let him go, said to continue in an hour, and walked out.

Wren sat on the ground and smoked a cigarette to rest, remembering the Great Tiger's instructions, put away the sword and went to the street, stopped a carriage and rushed to the mercenary alliance.

Ten minutes later, Wren saw a crowd of people near the Mercenary Alliance, and all kinds of mercenaries were talking excitedly about something.

Wren stepped forward, found a bearded mercenary and asked, "Hello, what's going on here, so many people?" ā€

The bearded mercenary didn't raise his head, laughed and said, "You don't know this? Mercenary Alliance's annual mercenary competition! ā€

Mercenary Dabi, what's that? Wren took out ten gold coins and stuffed them into the bearded mercenary's hand, and the bearded man turned his head to look at Wren and said, "Otherworldly? The Mercenary Contest is a grand festival for mercenaries! Held once a year, only those with abilities below level 30 can participate, and the top three will not only have great rewards, but also a medal of honor from the Mercenary Alliance! ā€

The bearded man laughed hey, and said: "This time it even attracted people from the big guild to participate, but it's not so simple for them to win, the mercenaries who came to participate are all old oilers, familiar with the rules, and there is no shortage of good players in it, no, that big guild's team is now the first from the bottom, haha!" ā€

In the center of the crowd, there is a large phantom screen, which is made of phantom crystals, and is divided into twenty small areas, each of which has a running person.

Wren squeezed to the front and glanced at a conspicuous figure on the screen, with a thin body, an awkward running style, and panting, isn't this a second dog! (To be continued.) )