"It's still impossible to avoid the old topic of ancestral teachings." Principal Dabrido laughed. He hadn't been involved in the matter of the Vess and the Sarkuman Church for a long time. It seemed that these people had almost forgotten how they handled the internal affairs.

Is it okay to ask Gule to help the Zong family get two disciples to the ghost class? Of course, it is OK. From Dabrido's standpoint, it is of course a gratifying thing to see the emergence of talents of the Weiss clan, but this matter is not something that Gule can decide. Of course, his own disciples understand him. He must have asked Wang Feng and then got a negative answer.

Actually, thinking about it, now everyone knows how much the cost of Wang Feng’s ghost class is. One hundred people must be the limit that Rose can bear. Isn’t it that simple to put people in? Now it is the critical stage of laying the foundation and building a reputation. For a little personal friendship, people will have to bear huge risks. Who would have to be willing?

As for what Reckbrough said about giving money, it's even more funny. Is this a matter of money? Free is the golden sign that the rose wants to fire the first shot. Do you explicitly think that giving money is like smashing someone's sign?

Dabulido fully understood this and supported Gu Le's decision, but these guys who were slut here relying on their identity as Zong family...

"No rules cannot be achieved, and the ancestors should follow their teachings." Dabulido said.

The others were slightly happy and breathed a sigh of relief. I heard that this tone seemed to be relieved? It seems that the rumors are correct. The Great Elder has long since been in seclusion and practiced for the years, and has long since worn out his pride and no longer like before...

"The clan has laws, the family has rules, the ranks and orders of the superiors and inferiors, and you must not be good at surpassing them." Dabrido looked at Reckbrough calmly. It was not easy to explain to these people. He was too lazy to say that Dabrido was able to take down the title of Hegre God without any dispute. He said lightly: "You have a higher status and older qualifications than Kole, so you can order him, how about comparing with me, the old man?"

Everyone was stunned and then looked at each other. Dabrido was not only the former patriarch of the Wies clan and the current elder. The Wies clan regarded him as the most senior, and his status was the highest. If you take the principle of orderly hierarchy among the clan rules, no one could refute his opinion, otherwise he would definitely be good at overcoming!

Reckbroulo seemed to want to argue something, but Dabulido had already continued.

"From today on, anyone who dares to talk about this or put pressure on the stockholder is going to violate our clan order." Dabrido no longer looked at Rekbroule, but turned around and slowly glanced at the audience. However, there seemed to be a thunderous anger in his plain tone: "I, Dabrido, will kill him!"

………

In the downtown of Aurora City.

This book is just a simple shantytown renovation area near the suburbs of the city. It was originally a place where some poor people in the lower floor of Aurora City gathered, and there were few people. However, with the large flow of people brought by the trade center, the urban area of ​​Aurora City has been expanded again and again. This place that was originally unpopular has now become a bustling downtown. The poor people in the shantytown renovation have cleaned up the simple buildings and rented out a few wooden beds. For those outsiders, the hotels on Baxian Avenue are now sky-high prices, which is where the boss lives. Although the conditions here are poor, they are cheap enough. They are all kinds of crew members and dock workers. Naturally, they have become a gathering place for migrants in various places with mixed fish and dragons.

"Boss, have a bunch of waists!"

"The new dock recruits workers, one liu a day, and it will be a daily meal, and you will never be in arrears!"

"The latest style of linen work clothes, one piece will never be worn for a year!"

The voices of small vendors in the market were heard one after another, buzzing endlessly, and people were rushing, bustling.

A guy in a black hat and the bald man passed by, and inadvertently touched his hands, and then the bald man quickly disappeared into the bustling crowd.

The black hat pulled the brim, put his hand in his pocket and continued to move forward, turned to the alley behind the street, and then entered a rather dilapidated rental house.

Bang, bang, bang, bang...

"I'm busy, the key is under the door panel, come in by myself!" A shout rang out in the room.

But Black Hat did not touch the key under the door panel, but waited quietly. After a full minute or two, the door suddenly opened from the inside and Black Hat walked in.

The room seemed a little dark, and several burly men seemed to be sitting around the small table playing cards. These guys were naked and had tattoos and scars on them. At this time, they all stopped and looked at the black hat with cold eyes, which made him shivering and dared not look at them any more.

"Get it?" The person who spoke was the voice that just now was shouting. This guy looked very thin and completely different from those strong men, but his tone had become cold and a pair of hawk-eyed glowed.

The black hat took out a sealed bag filled with green liquid from his pocket and said with a smile: "That can't disappoint you, this is the amount of five."

The little man weighed it, and then turned his eyes behind him, and someone immediately threw him a soul crystal card.

The black hat quickly took it and said with a smile: "Brother Hua, the market has risen again recently. Now it's a price per day. A share of 80,000 is not enough for a cost price, you know..."

"What you are given is the price of the new market." The little man said coldly: "Continue to collect, how much you charge, the money is not a problem. Let your people keep a close eye on it. There are at least twenty bottles this month. If you can't get it, I will change people next month!"

"I understand!" The black hat looked happy.

When he opened the door again, he quickly walked out and looked at the sides of the alley. He seemed to have found no suspicious person. He breathed a sigh of relief. He pulled the brim of his hat and quickly left, but he didn't notice it at all. On the roof of a bungalow not far away, a man in black robe with the words "Jinfeng" embroidered on his chest stood up, looking at the back of the black hat with a cold look, and finally looked at the closed door...

Bang ~

A ray of blue smoke, the man disappeared.

The same thing happened one after another in the past few days. This is just a small microcosm, a small stronghold. According to Jin Feng's judgment, this group of people should be from the Nine Gods Empire. The reselling is nothing else, but the soul refining potion in the ghost class today...

Chopin and Hule made consecutive breakthroughs. Although there are still many voices outside that the two of them are already close to the edge of the breakthrough, Rose just happened to step on the luck of shit, but the names of the soul refining potion and soul refining array were spread in various channels, even myths...

These two things must be the confidence of the Rose Ghost Class. Even if the soul refining array is not enough, that thing is difficult to copy. It involves profound runes. No matter how good the memory is, it is useless to copy it with the same one. After all, the depth, thickness, and even more complex charm of each rune are engraved. It is not something that can be recorded by a few guys with outstanding memory through copying. Moreover, this thing is engraved in the training room of the Rose Ghost Class, and you can't take it away even if you steal it...

But the potion can be taken away, a bottle is only the size of a palm. If it is replaced in a sealed bag that is more convenient to carry, it will not be difficult to bring in and out of the Rose Temple.

There are a total of 100 people in the ghost class, each with a quota every day. There are so many people, and they can get any trick of coercion and temptation.

With the source of goods, there is never a shortage of buyers, including the people of the Nine Gods, the people of the Holy City, other major churches, and even the people of the Sea Clan, now they disguise themselves in the Aurora City, which is mixed with fish and dragons. Just to collect this potion, the price was quickly raised in a very short period of time.

At the beginning, it was only five thousand euros per bottle, which was probably sold by a poor student who didn't quite understand the value of this potion at that time. It soon rose to 10,000, 30,000, 50,000... Then, buyers from all over the country secretly increased the price.

The price is now 100,000 euros per bottle, which is still the lowest. Any higher ones can reach 120,000 or 30,000, and there is no shortage of supply!

That kind of wealthy and powerful attitude at all costs really made the middlemen make a fortune and everyone is happy.

...

In the martial arts field of the Dragon Group, two ghost-level players are confronting each other.

One of them was wearing a slightly old leather armor, with a tall and burly figure, and a foot of two meters away.

His eyes were cold and murderous. His hands and arms were swollen. His knife scars were everywhere. There was a thick layer of yellow cocoon on his clenched fist. He saw a strong man crawling out of the sea of ​​blood. The surging ghost-level soul pressure spread out from his body, rippling out soul power ripples that could be seen in the naked eye. The buzzing soul frequency resonance sound kept echoing in the martial arts field. Then look at the golden hunter medal on his chest...

This is a bounty hunter, the S-level bounty hunter - Overlord Fist Alton!

To be able to climb to S-level in the Bounty Guild is just the most basic condition. You also need to complete at least three S-level or above tasks and independently kill a hostile ghost-level powerful man. S-level hunters are almost like "heroes" in the Bounty Guild, and their strength is definitely much stronger than ordinary ghost-level ones.

And opposite Alton, a young little man was standing there lightly.

He is only about 1.6 meters tall, and looks only seventeen or eighteen years old. He is wearing a simple blue shirt and a white long sword with a vertical back behind him.

Alton's eyes flashed.

He took over the "spawning mission" of the Bounty Guild in the Holy City. The Holy Son has always taken advantage of it. There are always such things a few times a month. Except for the few quite famous people such as Demon Muxi, Thousand-faced Fox Alna, Red Spider Yan Ruoyu, other ordinary members of the Dragon Group are really a bit unworthy of mention for bounty hunters like Alton who always wander on the tip of the knife. Being their sparring is definitely a cost-effective job, and it can even be said to be a benefit.

But the little man in front of him seemed a little different. Although he could not feel the slightest pressure from him, and even because there was no cover of the soul pressure, the guy looked full of flaws. However, his calmness made people feel that he was full of confidence. If something abnormal happened, there would be monsters. The Holy Son and others watching the battle next to him also looked relaxed, as if they were looking forward to the performance of the little man.

The bounty hunter's sense of smell is definitely very keen. Alton pressed his body slightly and planned to attack with all his strength. If it is overturned by a little guy of unknown origin, it will be a ship that has been overturned in the gutter.

With his eyes bulging, his white soul exploded on Alton, followed by...

boom!

Absolutely ghost-level explosion.

The huge body was like a cannon bomb, and the air flow was surging around it in an instant, as if the air in the entire martial arts field was moved by Alton's body, forming a white cone head that shot towards the little man!

Strength, speed, explosion! The most threatening move of the ghost-level martial artists in the real combat faction is not necessarily their soul dominance skills, but the explosive power at the moment of activation. The difference between a quietness and a movement can already determine the advantage of the entire game at the moment of war.

At this time, Alton's explosion was definitely considered a powerful man in the ghost level, and it was definitely stronger than Fantersey's crazy state. His clenched fist was accompanied by a flame generated after rubbing the air, like a meteor shot directly, and it instantly hit the little man's face!

A strong sense of blow, a smile flashed in Alton's eyes.

The pretender boy, kid...

The word "典" that ended was not turned into Alton's mind, but he felt the striking feeling on his fist, and then the little man in front of him who was "knocked away" suddenly turned into a faint phantom. At the same time, a burning pain had already come from his chest.

His forward rushing momentum was still continuing, and he subconsciously reached out to cover his chest, but felt the soul power in his body flowing rapidly along the wound.

Where did this cause the injury? What about that little man?

Alton was shocked, and then he felt like a deflated ball. His soul power balance was lost and he could no longer control the speed of his body's forward rushing forward...

Thump, dong dong dong...

Alton fell to the ground and rolled forward more than ten meters away. When he stopped, he could only half crawl on the ground, supporting the ground with one hand and covering his chest tightly with the other hand. Large beads of sweat on his forehead slid down. He gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain, but could no longer stand up.

And where he rushed past, the faint phantom of the little man had gradually dissipated, replaced by a few meters away with a back that was slowly closing his sword back to the sheath. There was still no soul pressure reaction at all, and there were still so many flaws.

"Come, treat Mr. Alton." The Son smiled and ordered, but his eyes never left the little man.

This is the newcomer who just entered the Dragon Group - Lan Xiaofei. Yes, the Lan family in the Blue Sky beside Kalida, one of the oldest Assassin families in the Blade League. It was once at its peak and it was also an existence that had been competing with the Li family. But about thirty or forty years ago, when Thunder Dragon Qianjue Qian and the Holy Lord competed for the throne, the Lan family fell into internal disputes and split into two parts.

A movie that occupies the birthplace of the Lan family, known as the orthodox Lan family, supported the Leilong, which was the one where Lantian was located, and also helped Wang Feng have a false identity.

The other part followed the Holy Lord and was sent by the Holy Lord to guard the border, calling himself the Holy Lan lineage, and left the original Lan family.

Although the Lan family has no longer equal strength to the Li family, their excellent bloodline still has the best assassin talent in the world. Lan Xiaofei is the best genius in the Holy Blue lineage. In the eyes of the Holy Son, it is even more than the Blue Sky, which amazed the league back then!

"This is the real shadow dance." The Holy Son Roy said to the people around him with a smile: "Shadow, the more shadows the more you divide, the stronger you are."

Ye Dun's Ten Shadow Dance is not that it is not strong, but for the assassin who pursues one blow, the fancy style itself is already separated from the true essence and essence of the assassin.

"Simple and practical, the strongest assassin." Zhan Mo Mu Xi smiled and said, "I heard that the Yasha clan's sword drawing skills are unparalleled in the world, and Heiwukai is deeply rooted in the essence. But if he encounters Xiaofei's sword drawing skills, then the title of the strongest swordsman has to be given up."

"The Yasha clan is known as the God of War, and the swordsman is famous all over the world," Roy smiled and said, "Heiwukai can be equal to Long Feixue again. Only by fighting can you really win or lose. Don't be too complacent."

"Yes." Mu Xi nodded and said yes.

As he was speaking, Yan Ruoyu walked in, covered in dust, bowed slightly to the Holy Son: "Your Highness, the new potion has been sent to Minister Camber."

Roy nodded: "How is the situation over there?"

This is obviously not referring to the progress of the research of the potion. Yan Ruoyu replied: "Rose has purchased a considerable number of ghost-level necessities, including rare medicinal materials, minerals, etc., as well as various potion workshops and foundry workshops. According to common sense, after such crazy purchases, the market price will be greatly increased, but the existence of Aurora City Trade Center makes the cost of these goods extremely low, and the current market price has only increased by about 10%.

"The price doesn't have to be bought to increase, the market share, rumors..." Roy smiled and said, "If you continue to raise the price, I will leave this matter to you. I want to see how big the rose has and how long it can last."

The ghost level out of thin air is definitely not there. Various training consumption, food, clothing, housing and transportation, and other resources required to reach the ghost level are bound to be missing. Especially the potions and soul refining arrays are really considered to have fallen from the sky? Potions require materials. Even if the soul refining array is not constructed, it requires a large amount of soul crystals to maintain operation. The entire ghost class may have a basic expense of hundreds of thousands of yuan every day. If you encounter someone who needs to advance and have various escorts, the cost of the potions is incredibly expensive.

Rose’s ghost-level class does not charge extra fees. How long can it last with the Rose Lei family’s foundation? One hundred people come up with twenty ghost-levels, isn’t that a dream!

Musi, Alna and others laughed, spending money? Rose?

Roy asked again: "Where is Wang Feng?"

When asked, Roy seemed not to stare at Yan Ruoyu, but his mind was all focused on him. This time, he sent Yan Ruoyu to Aurora City to perform this mission was a test in itself. It was not that he did not trust Yan Ruoyu. Although Yan Ruoyu's father made his mark in the Holy City, his parents were loyal to the Holy City. Moreover, Yan Ruoyu grew up with Roy since childhood and knew his background very well. He would definitely not be able to do anything rebellious.

Roy just wanted to see what level this guy could do when facing Rose and Wang Feng.

Yan Ruoyu did not hesitate and talked about Wang Feng's behavior in Rose. Outsiders may think that Wang Feng is a kind of sexy and tight-fitting type on the outside. He must be very concerned about the ghost class. But in fact, this guy spent three days outside seven days a week, either Jinbeibei Auction House or Sailing Hotel. For the remaining days, he was just basking in the sun outside the training room, enjoying Mapel's massage, eating fruit and sleeping, and shouting at the disciples of the ghost class when he woke up...

Not only Roy, even Xuanyuan Muxi and Alna next to him looked at each other with a look of each other. The opponent who was so cautious about the Holy Son was actually this kind of virtue? This is really...

"The villain succeeds!" Mushi said coldly: "This guy is really inflated."

"Can it be a disguise?" Alna still couldn't believe it. She had seen Wang Feng fight with Tianzhe Yifeng and Ye Dun in the celestial temple. It was really hard for such a strong man to associate it with the image described by Yan Ruoyu.

"Faced with every opponent, but don't over-interpret it." Roy laughed, with a rare slight slight slight relief on his face.

Wang Feng is a man with great strength, extremely smartness, and talent, but Roy has gradually understood this temperament. It is true that he used to describe it as a silly man as a jobless person. The reports on the Holy Light Road were not groundless. As for disguise, is it necessary in his own home? Besides, the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked. Just such a great man puts you next to you every day to enjoy it. This is a piece of mouse shit that ruins a pot of soup. How many people can be motivated to practice?

"With his origin, it is natural to be able to climb to where he is today, and to seek comfort and enjoyment," Roy said with a smile. "Let the light of the Holy Church praise him again, and defeat the big event of the Zenith Church, how can it get cold so quickly? The Holy City commendation will be given as well. Of course, just give him a few more certificates and medals. Let's make him more idle every day."

"yes."
Chapter completed!