On the Central Asian continent, the mercenary guild can generally divide the level of warriors into 5 levels

Normal Warriors: Anyone who does not have a secondary attack of their own, but is simply a weapon user, will be classified into this ranks.

Intermediate Warriors: Comprehended some relatively simple attack skills through combat experience, such as: Sword Remnant, Axe Shadow Attack, and Sword Phantom······ Most of the weapons can have multiple attacks, and the shadow of the weapon is very short, and the power will gradually weaken with the number.

High-level warriors: This type of warrior can generally conjure up images of themselves, and the quantity and quality of the images will change according to their strength.

Beginner Warrior: You can transform your form to strengthen your defense, attack, agility, etc., such as: red, feather, madness, etc.

Median Warrior: Break through the fate of the warrior's own close-range attack, and you can comprehend the long-range attack power of weapons, such as sword energy, blades, etc.

Superior Warrior: This level has comprehended the ultimate realm, and uses its own ability to achieve flying in the sky.

Seeing the phenomenon of the red attack, Li Xiangfeng's scalp felt a tingle, and the middle-aged warrior had obviously reached the level of a junior warrior, and his forehead was full of sweat.

Li Xiangfeng quickly moved where he was standing, and each time he moved, he would bring out a translucent afterimage, one, two, three... There are three afterimages.

Li Xiangfeng rushed forward with 3 afterimages, and the middle-aged soldier also conjured up 5 afterimages at the moment he rushed over.

"Ballast, ballast ······" The afterimage was all shattered in an instant, and the middle-aged warrior's right hand tomahawk slapped heavily on Li Xiangfeng's chest, and the large impact instantly made Li Xiangfeng fall backwards, and a table became a victim of this contest.

Li Xiangfeng got up from the rubble of the table, and a mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth. Holds a sword in his right hand. The angry eyes seemed to spew sparks, giving up all defenses, holding the long sword in both hands and gathering all his strength to fight the sword with a desperate blow.

"Golden mang, weaving, degree like light, bundle. Binding the Heavens and the Earth!" A low groan rang out in the unconscious crowd

A net of golden light descended from the sky and pounced on the middle-aged warrior.

"Fourth-Order Dao Technique, Heaven and Earth Net!

"A warrior uses a fourth-order Dao technique!"

"Oh my God! A boy is actually a high-ranking warrior and a sorcerer. ”

The crowd shouted one after another.

For a high-ranking warrior, it was difficult for the fourth-order binding technique to network itself, but the middle-aged warrior made a fatal mistake and underestimated the enemy. The golden net tightly wrapped the middle-aged warrior.

"What bastard is trapping me in a broken net? I can tear it apart in an instant. Hahaha" The middle-aged warrior was full of disdain and shouted at the crowd.

Li Xiangfeng didn't have time to thank him, so he seized this moment and pounced, and the long sword conjured up a series of afterimages in the air and followed the long sword to fly. The long sword stabbed at the middle-aged warrior's right arm and quickly bounced away, and the remnant of the sword followed the long sword to the same position, once, twice, three times, four times······ After the remnants of the four swords overlapped, the red armor on the middle-aged warrior's body shattered and gradually disappeared like a crystal that had lost its magic. The long sword silently pressed against the throat of the middle-aged warrior, and the fighting had reached this point.

"There's nothing I can do to stop what you're fighting. But now that the superiority has been divided, is there a need for someone to leave here in advance!" A white-haired old man came down from the mercenary guild on the second floor, wearing a blue swallow-tailed robe, and a magic seal pinned to the chest of the robe, which read 'Ouyang Zhenhua, the head of the Nanyang Guild', in turn.

"Dream Enchantment - Expulsion!" With a wave of his hand, the air around the middle-aged warrior's body rapidly condensed to form a blue enchantment space, surrounding the middle-aged warrior, and then the enchantment disappeared in an instant along with the middle-aged warrior.

"Alas, who knows where that middle-aged warrior will be teleported, the blue-robed enchantment master of the Mercenary Guild has come forward to have him look good this time, hehe!" said the person who was joining in the fun.

"Come, come, come, scatter, scatter, what should you do, don't look, I haven't seen it!" said the good man on the side.

The blue-robed enchantment master Ouyang Zhenhua was the head of the Nanyang Mercenary Guild, of course he found out when he was fighting outside, but he didn't expect that the boy had reached the level of a high-level warrior at such a young age, thinking that even if he reached this level at such an age in the entire Central Asian continent, there were not many people. This had to make the blue-robed enchantment master pay more attention to this very young boy.

"Young man, I have a few questions for you!

"Old uncle, may you ask. "Li Xiangfeng was very polite to such a kind blue-robed enchantment master.

The number of blue-robed enchantment masters on the entire continent is more than three digits, don't think about it at all, no! In the ranks of the enchantment master profession, it can be divided into four levels: gray-robed enchantment master, purple-robed enchantment master, blue-robed enchantment master, and white-robed enchantment master. The blue-robed enchantment master is currently the highest-level enchantment master in the latest records of the mercenary guild, and there have been 12 white-robed enchantment masters in the mercenary's 10,000-year-long magic record, but the earliest one can be traced back to 500 years ago, even if he is still alive, the strength is probably no longer good!

"Where is your teacher?dare to ask which famous teacher's disciple you come from?" The blue-robed enchantment master asked Li Xiangfeng's master, and his calm face could not hide his excitement, who saw that a little mercenary who had just debuted had such an excellent level, and who didn't want to know how such an excellent martial arts was trained? Especially from the blue-robed enchantment master to the white-robed enchantment master, after reaching the realm of the blue-robed enchantment master, there will be a career gap for the first time in your life, you will feel that all your previous cognitions are wrong, no matter how hard you work, you will not feel the results of your efforts, your career seems to have reached the peak, as if we are going to climb a mountain, there are a total of 4 peaks in the mountain, we strive to climb to the third and find that there are no peaks to climb, but we know that there is a fourth peak! That's the career void that every class encounters when they are about to step into the top of their class!

The originally noisy bar was instantly quiet, and now I am afraid that even a silver needle can be heard if it really falls on the ground! I just watched the little mercenary's excellent "performance" Now I'm afraid no one doesn't want to know how he is trained, it is difficult for various professions to grow up when they reach a certain limit according to their own conditions, and then they need to further improve themselves through various exercises, if there is a kind of little boy who has only reached the age of 16 years old in front of his eyes can reach the level of a high-level warrior, such a huge temptation is really difficult for ordinary people to resist.

"Actually... Actually..." No matter how good Li Xiangfeng is now, no matter how good he is now, and no matter how old he is only 16 years old, he has reached the level of a high-level warrior, and now he is still a little rookie who has just debuted and has just entered the mercenary world.

"Actually... It's nothing, it's me..."

"Wait, wait, uncles, uncles, aunts... Wait a minute!" An inexplicable voice interrupted the uncles, uncles, aunts, and aunts who were listening carefully to the lecture.

A young man in magical robes squeezed out of the crowd, and a sign on his left chest indicated that he was a junior mage. The white magic robe, the golden hair, the blue eyes, the curved black eyebrows, the delicate face, and the complexion are as flawless as that of a young girl, if it weren't for the voice just now, it would have mistaken people for a young woman. The sleeves are embroidered with family patterns that are usually only embroidered by children of aristocratic families. Anyone who knows a little bit of the world will know what kind of pattern this is, the symbol of the Howard family, the greatest nobleman in the Kingdom of Avinia: the flaming phoenix picture.

"The little brother is a little mercenary who has just joined the mercenary world, but the little brother knows a sentence in the mercenary world: don't ask what you shouldn't ask, don't listen to what you shouldn't hear, don't know what you shouldn't know! I don't know if this sentence is true!" The junior magician put on an unstoppable expression, which made people want to bite hard.

"Boy, what's your name! you don't need to take care of other people's affairs!" came a tone full of disdain from the crowd, and it was always a very unpleasant thing to be disturbed.

"Boy, Alberta Howard!" was still the same expression.

"Actually, that's fine. When people are old, they will inevitably be a little curious!" The blue-robed enchantment master said calmly, although he had just been confronted, it did not affect the old enchantment master's mentality in the slightest.

"Actually, it's nothing, that's it!" Li Xiangfeng glanced at Alberta and took out a piece of magic record paper from his pocket. A pale blue glow flowed slowly on the paper, and as long as the magic in it was not gone, the paper would never be worn away. The value of magic record paper for sale is very valuable to ordinary people, a magic record paper that can record 500 normal glyphs is sold for more than 5 gold coins! 5 gold coins! It can make an ordinary family of three live for a year! Generally, it will only be used when recording very precious words!

The old enchantment master took the magic record paper and looked at it slowly, not for a long time.

"The profession in the world is impermanent; The way to advance, the only heart is not broken!" After the old enchantment master finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the second floor.

"Boy, if you have any questions or difficulties in the future, just come to me. From the second floor, the old enchantment master's deep words came out!

The others came over to look at the magic paper.

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