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In the evening, as the last group of games ended, the magic light screen flashed the promotion list. Team Apocalypse was on the list.

Zhuo Ran leaned on the railing and looked at it, smiled faintly, and whispered to himself: "From today on, from here on, the name of Apocalypse will spread quickly and become the talk of countless people."

The two women had already gone back, and Zhuo Ran returned to the bed angrily, sat down, and started practicing.

Cultivation is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat. Since you want to become stronger, you can't waste time at any time.

fighting.

Practice.

Fighting and training never stop.

Unless, the day you die, or the day you stand at the top. But, can you really stop at that time?

As far as Zhuo Ran knows, throughout the ages, there have been many people who have sought to become stronger at any cost. However, Zhuo Ran had never met these people.

Because they only exist in legends.

Zhuoran's mind is complicated, but it doesn't hinder his practice. This may be considered cheating. Other people practice hard and work hard, but he is free and easy, but he is uncomfortable for himself.

"I really want to see you!"

Zhuo Ran calmed down and began to condense and refine his magic power. At this time, all seven of his magic power sources had reached the second level peak, but he was not in a hurry to break through.

"If the foundation is laid well and firmly, then the building can be built high." He has always said this. This is also his consistent insistence.

The nine stars in a row are shining and bright, and they are truly beautiful.

"Let's temper it for a few more days, and the magic power will be purer. It's just like rough jade, it needs to be carved and polished, otherwise it will be difficult to make it into a tool."

Cultivation takes no time, and this is appropriate for every occasion.

Unknowingly, it was already midnight, and the noisy imperial capital had also quieted down. Only those people buying drunkenness and meat were still wandering around.

It is a place of drunkenness and dreams, a gentle countryside, two places that make people decadent and infatuated.

In this seemingly silent night, five thin but extremely agile figures shuttled through the remote alleys. When they came to the hotel where Zhuo Ran was staying, they all stopped secretly in a dark corner.

At this moment, a window on the third floor opened, and Lian Na stood in front of the window wearing a soft silk robe. She was a ranger. She was trained by Zhuo Ran and Yun Qing at the same time for half a year. She sensed the crisis.

It's not much different than the two of them.

She stared at the night sky steadily. It was dark and windy at this time, and the stars were obscured by black clouds. It was also a good time to kill people and set fire to them.

"A bunch of idiots," she said in her mind.

Since being accepted by Zhuo Ran and Yun Qing, she has been practicing and studying with them assiduously, without slacking off at all. And if she recognizes the existence of Zhuo Ran and Yun Qing, she will continue to follow them, no matter what the final result is.

She doesn't regret it at all.

Lian Na is such a woman, no matter how stupid or stupid she is, she will keep doing something if she is sure about it.

"I have never had such a feeling. I want to be completely integrated into their circle, I want to know them thoroughly, and I really, really like them."

"I like their behavior, the way they fight, their bickering, their intelligence, and their occasional domineering behavior. They seem to exude an aura that I can't describe, as deep as the night.

, as mysterious as the stars.”

"However, I firmly believe that I, Lian Na, will definitely be able to understand them, because I am always with them. I will definitely go to their world to take a good look and see what they say is not beautiful, but rich and colorful.

time."

Lian Na was in a daze as if she had given another order to the five assassins to attack. The five of them were wrapped in black clothes, and their short blades were all black. Looking at the faint light above, they seemed to be coated with venom. They were really insidious.

Extremely.

As soon as the five assassins made a move, a green wind short bow appeared in Lian Na's hand. The silver-white fighting spirit containing the power of thunder instantly condensed into an arrow about a foot long, which was like a substantial arrow tail resting on it.

On the bow string, with a gentle pull of Lian Na, she aimed her gaze, her green-white fingers relaxed slightly, and the arrow was like light, crossing a hundred meters away in an instant, and was about to hit an assassin in black.

The assassin was obviously a veteran. When faced with a crisis, he did not panic. Instead, he suddenly burst out with dark red fighting energy, condensing a thick shield of fighting energy in front of his body.

There was a cold chill on Lian Na's beautiful face, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and she sneered: "Idiot."

The silver-white arrow hit the Dou Qi light shield, and there was only a soft pop sound. The Dou Qi light shield seemed to be in vain, and was shot directly by the arrow.

When the assassin had no reaction, the arrow had penetrated through his chest, revealing a bloody hole as big as a fist.

The assassin lowered his head, looking at the ferocious blood hole filled with blood, and fell forward unwillingly, his life gone.

The other four assassins were shocked when they saw this, and they all retreated. They did not want to die worthlessly like that assassin. They were all strong men of the same level. If he could be killed with one blow from the opponent, then the four of them would

Everyone will be killed in this way.

Powerful enemies, as long as they bring this news back, they can get a lot of rewards. There is no need to fight here.

Lian Na's pretty face was extremely cold, her light blue eyes were full of murderous intent, her pink lips moved slightly, and she whispered: "My prey, are you just running away like this?"

Liana raised the green wind bow, closed her eyes, locked the enemy with Qi, and fired four arrows in a row. In an instant, four miserable screams were heard, and she was killed easily.

A magic archer, how strong has she become after half a year?

Perhaps, only Zhuoran and Yunqing know about this issue.

Yun Qing gently closed his black eyes, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and continued to fall into practice.

The same is true for Zhuo Ran.

After being harassed by five assassins, there was nothing else to do all night, and it was peaceful until dawn.

The cold wave in the Arctic Icefield has just passed, and ordinary people in this place are still wearing thick clothes. But for those practitioners who have rough skin and thick flesh or have magical powers to protect themselves, this simple cold has no effect on them.

April is always the time of spring, but it is not warm either.

The warriors continued to move their muscles, as if they wanted to capture the heart of a noble lady from this prosperous imperial capital, and then use the power of the nobles to gain some glory. The mages worked hard to condense and temper their magic power. For them,

As long as you are strong, you will be welcomed wherever you go.

The competition is still going on. For such an audition, there is no excitement at all. However, ordinary people don't think so. They still rush to the Demon Arena and other competition venues to watch the simple and violent competition.

Competition, seems to want to find some excitement from there.

Zhuoran still couldn't bear his temper. He took out a few gold coins and handed them to Tutulan and said: "Tutulan, go to Duke Kelader's Mansion, find Master Sword, and give him this letter."

Tutulan took the gold coins and envelope and said, "I'm going."

The letter was not written by the bard, but by himself. The content was very simple: Tonight, the bard wants to see you, come to the bluestone private room of the Champs Hall.

The Champs Hall is a huge and extremely luxurious place for consumption. Inside, you can gamble, go whoring, get drunk, and have some secret discussions. He only found out about the place yesterday. But it was too far.

It was mixed, so I didn’t have a chance to take a look.

He went to book a private room early in the morning just for this secret meeting.

Zhuoran believes that the bard is not a bad person, so the prestigious Sord Magister cannot be a bad person either. Now he is in the Kedelar family because of his employment relationship.

At half noon, Tutulan came back panting and said to Zhuoran: "Sir, the letter has been delivered and I received a positive reply."

"Okay, I'll give you a day off today, go and do other things!" Zhuo Ran handed over a few gold coins and said. Tu Tulan bowed to express his thanks and left.

After staying up until night, Zhuo Ran asked the two girls to wait at the hotel and went to the Champs Hall by himself.

When we arrived at the entrance of the magnificent Champs Elysees, two handsome young men greeted us. They respectfully led Zhuo Ran inside, and then four passable girls surrounded us.

Zhuo Ran frowned and pushed the four girls away, and said angrily: "Get out of the way, you have some weird smell on your body, it's really unpleasant."

The four girls didn't dare to refute, so they immediately retreated. Zhuo Ran had already arrived at the bluestone private room with familiarity.

He felt it quietly and found that there was a strong and calm aura inside. It seemed that the Great Magister Sword had arrived.

Opening the door, Zhuoran looked at the two people in the room strangely. An old man in a yellow robe was Sood, whom he had met from a distance before. However, he had also seen the little girl sitting next to Sood. If

Not knowing that he had reserved this private room, he thought he had gone to the wrong room.

When Soder saw Zhuoran, he stood up suddenly, not like a bad old man.

"It's you who killed that prodigal guy from Huangyan." Sood puffed his beard and glared. He didn't give Zhuo Ran a good look when he first came up.

Zhuoran smiled and said: "Grand Magister Sword, don't get excited. Elderly people can easily become paralyzed if they get excited. Also, I'm here to talk to you about business, not to talk about these boring grudges."

Sood was also worried about the safety of his old friend, and said to himself: "Wait a minute and see what tricks this kid is going to play."

The little beauty sitting next to her was already unhappy and said, "Zhuoran, why are you like this? How can you talk to my teacher like that?"

Zhuo Ran looked at this little beauty and stared at the pair of sizable peaks with a smile. He vaguely remembered how aggrieved she looked when she was angry and crying. She was very cute.

After not seeing each other for half a year, this little beauty became more and more pure and cute, and more and more feminine. This really made Zhuo Ran feel itchy and he thought to himself: "There are so many beauties around me, but I can't eat any of them. Why don't I spend money to rent it?"

One, it’s convenient here anyway.”
Chapter completed!