Chapter 927: Flowing Clouds and Wind Fifteen Styles
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He, too, went to bathe.
In my mind, I suddenly remembered what the old man said.
A man, in the case of his beloved woman Chiguo snuggling in his arms and taking the initiative to kiss.
Reluctantly hurt the woman, he left eagerly, what did he do......
really let the old man Cang be right.
He...... I didn't want to hurt her.
The night is clear, and it is a feeling of being cherished.
With a smile in her eyes, she took the initiative to reach out and hugged Di Moxuan's sturdy waist: "Ah Xuan, we are preparing for a meeting. ”
Di Moxuan's eyes were half-squinting, he took her hand and looked at her carefully.
After making sure that the wounds on her body had been medicated, he lowered her hand, wrapped his arms around her waist, and walked directly into the council chamber.
"Didn't you just leave the council chamber?"
And the action of leaving was so hurried, otherwise Fang Cai would not have just happened to collide with her head-on.
"Pick you up." The simple and crude answer made Ye Qingluo's cheeks slightly hot.
I saw those brothers in the council hall looking at her with ridicule on their faces and teasingly.
Ye Qingluo's cheeks became hotter and hotter, and he complained to Emperor Moxuan: "The majesty of my deputy head has been swept away by you!" ”
"Ahem......" Tong Ziqing was choked by saliva when she heard this, "Qingluo, don't say it as if you have majesty." ”
Ni Ruopan nodded in agreement: "Lord Qingluo, I never thought you were majestic." ”
"......" this group of friends who have dismantled the stage, can they still play happily!
The atmosphere in the conference hall gradually relaxed.
After a while, all the mercenaries who could still stand up had already gathered in the conference hall.
Ye Qingluo took a look, there were about five mercenaries, who could only rest in bed because they were seriously injured and did not come.
She breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately, her brothers survived this battle.
Her gaze swept over the brothers who stood up straight in front of her, and her gaze was fixed on the Northern Underworld: "Can the Corpse King be brought back?" ”
Bei Ying Liancheng nodded respectfully: "I took my brothers and found the Corpse King in the ruins of the Tomb of the Tomb King, and without the Yin Qi of the Tomb of the Tomb King, the Corpse King no longer has the ability to fight." I have handed over the Corpse King and his coffin to the Mercenary Guild, and have received 600 Mercenary Regiment Honor Points and a Sword Book. ”
Six hundred points?
It's a random task within a random mission.
It is a complex and experiential task.
The rewards are rich, which can be equivalent to the rewards that all their staff continue to receive tasks and do tasks for a whole month!
Random missions are a double credit reward.
That is, three hundred points, turned into six hundred points.
At present, the honor value of the mercenary group in the world is one hundred and ninety-one points, deducting one hundred honor points for giving up the first low-level training task.
Add these 600 points, that's 691 honor points.
To be promoted to the Silver Mercenary Group, you need 5,000 Honor points.
It seems that there is still a long time.
"What's that sword book?" Ye Qingluo didn't take a hard look at what the prize of this mission was.
A complex level of training mission......
Just honor and a sword book?
When the Northern Underworld took out the sword book, Ye Qingluo instantly understood.
This sword book, if it spreads, will definitely cause countless swordsmen in the Nirvana Realm to rush it frantically.
This is the best of swordsmanship, the fifteen styles of flowing clouds and winds!
Ye Qingluo has also heard of this swordsmanship.
It is rumored that this sword technique is performed smoothly, like a gale.
The combination of rigidity and softness hides a huge killing opportunity.