"The Ross Guild can find the Dark Lord Garbers for help, and the Miracle Guild can find **oss that are stronger than Garbers. Why can't you find it?"
"Why are you still standing there? Go and find it for me immediately!"
In the conference hall, the bald fat man roared at the people on both sides of the long table, and the people quickly got up from the long table and left...
"A bunch of waste!" As they left the conference hall, the bald fat man gritted his teeth and cursed in a low voice. Since the Dragon Walk Guild was destroyed by Garbers, his status instantly became worse than the decaying Miracle Guild. He was the only one who had no choice but to be the same as the Decaying Miracle Guild.
In addition to being angry, he finally understood that no matter how powerful the guild formed by players was, it was far inferior to those super **oss.
He spent a lot of effort and manpower to find various channels, wanting to know how to invite a powerful **oss to help him, but in the past few days, there has been no progress.
Miracle Guild, resident.
"You used to be a member of the elite group of Dragon Walk Guild? Haha, no!"
"You are now at level 70, and your level meets the requirements, but your equipment is a bit bad. Well... I'll be temporarily determined to be an ordinary member. As for whether you can enter the elite group, you need to be evaluated again."
"Hey, fat man/Old wolf, it's you! It's okay, it was a forced one to withdraw from the meeting last time. I don't blame you, I just blame that bastard Gabbs, welcome you back. You are all old people, and want to join the elite group again, or
It's the old rule to have to be tested once."
There is a bustling scene outside the Miracle Guild's resident. A large number of players want to join the Miracle Guild. Many people know that the momentum of Miracle Guild's rise again is no longer stopped.
Those members who have been insisting on staying in the Miracle Guild are now full of vitality and fighting spirit to recruit new members. Many of them were killed by Garbers back to level 0 by level 0 by Garbers, but they did not regret it and still remained with the Miracle Guild.
Now they all have good benefits in the Miracle Guild, making them more motivated.
The frog loves toad walks back and forth outside the station, looking at the scene in front of him, feeling in his heart.
"Drop!" Suddenly, news came.
"Uncle Frog, it's time to hold an extraordinary meeting. Come to the lobby of the station quickly!" It was the message from Yang Chushuang.
In the lobby of the resident, all the senior executives of the Miracle Guild were present, and there were two strange players.
The frog loves toad step into the conference hall and saw the two strange players, one of them, but he had a little impression, because that person sold three faiths at the auction of the Power of Faith a few days ago.
Power!
He was the player who took the first power of faith. Frog loves toad still remembers his nickname, called [No. 9]. "Hello, Vice President of Frog." [No. 9], wearing swordsman equipment
】, with a faint smile on his face, he stretched out his palm to the frog and love toad.
The frog loves toad shook hands with him and said, "I am deeply impressed by you. That night, you bought three copies of the power of faith."
As he said that, he looked at the bow and arrow player next to [No. 9], and the bow and arrow player also smiled slightly at the frog and love toad.
The frog loves toad sat down on the seat next to the conference table. On his right was Yang Taiji, and he couldn't help but whisper to Yang Taiji: "Brother Taiji, what are these two people here for?"
Yang Taiji glanced at the two men and said lightly: "It's from the army."
"Everyone is here, let me introduce myself first. We are from the 'Flying Knife' unit. I am the captain of the Fifth Squad No. 9. This is our captain, the Flying Knife." Swordsman Player【
No. 9] said.
"Flying Knife?" Yang Taiji and Ye Qiushui were shocked when they heard this name, and suddenly turned their heads and looked at the mage player next to [No. 9].
He was a middle-aged man with a tall figure, with a little thin cheeks and a sword's eyebrows, but it was the sword that was sheathed, hiding sharpness and sharpness. He seemed to be in his thirties, but Yang Taiji and Ye Qiushui knew it.
, Flying Knife is already sixty-five years old this year!
Twenty years ago, when Yang Taiji and Ye Qiushui first entered the ranks of killers, they had already heard of the name of flying swords, because at that time, the flying swords were already one of the top powerhouses at the top of the world!
They only knew that Feidao was Chinese, but they didn't expect that he would be a military member and the captain of a unit!
"Yang Taiji, Ye Qiushui, I heard of you more than ten years ago." Feidao looked at Yang Taiji and Ye Qiushui and said with a smile. His voice was extremely gentle, making it hard to believe that he was an old man in his sixties.
Xu Xinran, Yang Ling and others were all confused. Does his master and his wife know this person?
"Senior Feidao, why are you here?" Ye Qiushui looked at Feidao and asked. Whether it is age or strength, Feidao is qualified to call her and Yang Taiji a senior.
"The power of faith, and [Sand of Time]." Feidao's face became slightly solemn. Looking at the two, his tone and attitude were very sincere. "These two things have been listed as national special strategic materials, now
Especially [Sand of Time] is needed, and it is extremely urgent. We obtain it through various channels, but the amount we obtain is far from enough. As far as we know, the Miracle Guild is the entire Chinese region and even the whole world, to obtain [Sand of Time]
】The most guilds.”
When I heard the flying knife's words, the atmosphere in the entire conference hall suddenly became a little solemn.
"Hmph, it's another person who came to ask for [Sand of Time]." Yang Chushuang, who was sitting behind the conference table, immediately muttered in a low voice.
Xu Xinran and Yang Ling also looked a little bad.
"Children, we are not asking for it, but here to make a transaction. We will buy these two things at the auction price, or you can also ask for some conditions that we can accept." The swordsman player [No. 9] looked at Yang Chushuang,
Smiling and saying.
The flying knife dressed by the mage on the side heard some other things from Yang Chushuang's tone, frowned slightly, and asked, "Who else is there to ask you for [Sand of Time]? From other departments?"
"The Director of the Ninth Department of Guoan is the fat man who smiles all day long. He needs a thousand pills at one mouth and drives us out." Yang Chushuang said angrily, and when she thinks of that fat man, she is very unhappy.
"Sun Yonglin?" Feidao said softly, then raised his head to look at Yang Taiji and Ye Qiushui.
Just as they were about to say something, they found that Yang Tai Chi and Ye Qiushui seemed to have encountered something suddenly. Their faces changed, and then their figures suddenly became blurred and then disappeared, obviously they were suddenly offline.
"What's wrong?" asked Feidao.
Xu Xinran and others all changed their expressions, and Yang Ling exclaimed: "No! Someone has entered our house."
Then, several people suddenly went offline. (To be continued.)