"Long Huan, I'm glad you can come..." Mo Ziyang gently spit out these two words. Half of his face was wearing a cold mask, which made the smile on his face, even if it was sincere, only half of it, and the other half of his face was the corner of the mouth with the cold mask bent up and down. The picture looked a bit weird and even chilling.

"Yes, I'm here!" Xia Ping'an said, and had already walked over. His eyes swept over the two people sitting with Mo Ziyang. The two people, one of whom was a man, bald, with a dark beard on his face, strong and strong, his eyes shining, and his whole body was filled with violence, just like a pack of explosives that might be ignited at any time. This man reminded Xia Ping'an of Lao Tu and Tu Polu.

The other person at the table was a woman, wearing a red samurai suit and graceful figure. Xia Ping'an only knew that this person was a woman, but she didn't know what she looked like, because the woman also wore a black metal mask on her face. This mask was a hideous grimace. The grimace mask covered the part of the woman's nose, revealing only her lips and chin. The outline of the woman's lips looked very beautiful, and there was a small black mole on her lips. Although she didn't see what she looked like, for some reason, this woman always gave people a charming feeling.

Xia Ping'an discovered that many women who entered this world like to wear masks to cover their faces. I don't know why, maybe it's a custom or habit.

There were two empty seats next to Mo Ziyang's table. Xia Ping'an was not polite. He walked over and sat down in one position. He also picked up the wine glass on the table and poured himself a glass of wine with his normal expression, without any resignation.

"Captain, this is the person you are talking about..." The bald man looked at Xia Ping'an carefully, his eyes flashed, and in the blink of an eye, he looked Xia Ping'an from head to toe dozens of times, and then his eyes shrank slightly, "He has a heavy evil spirit and should have killed many people. It's interesting. Didn't you say that he has not mastered the magical skills yet?"

The bald man said something directly into the ears of several people with his divine power. Even if others sit next to him, they can't hear it. As a demigod powerful man, drinking and chatting here. This chat mode is just a basic operation.

Mo Ziyang's eyes were also focused on Xia Ping'an. He also felt that Xia Ping'an was very different from the last time he met. Although it was only more than a hundred days, the changes in Xia Ping'an were very obvious. At this moment, Xia Ping'an was not like the kind of newcomer who did not join the Black Flame, but like those who had been in the Black Flame for a long time and had just returned from the most dangerous mission. As a demigod strongman, if he had more lives on his body, his temperament would be completely different.

"What have you... experienced in the past few days?" Mo Ziyang asked.

"It should be going to the God of War Arena, right?" The woman wearing a mask spoke, her voice slightly hoarse and a hint of unspeakable laziness. Her eyes swept over Xia Ping'an's ring finger on her left hand, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. "At least, she killed a demigod from the Demon Dragon Golden Family. This strength is outstanding among the newcomers. In addition to his performance in the Sutra Hall, if you join Black Flame, you should be qualified..."

"Well, I stayed in the Arena of God of War and earned some military merit points!" Xia Ping'an held up the wine glass to Mo Ziyang, "I officially decided to join Heiyan today. I don't know what the rules are for Heiyan, but my rules are that no matter how strong the enemy is on the battlefield, I will not leave my comrades and run away, nor will I drag my comrades back. Please take care of me in the future!" After saying that, Xia Ping'an drank all the wine in the wine glass.

"Hahaha, I like this kid..." The bald man laughed.

"Okay, from now on, you are the official member of the 179th Team of the Black Flame Division of the Demigod Legion under the command of the Lord of Heaven. Welcome to join!" Mo Ziyang nodded solemnly to Xia Ping'an, "The mission of the 179th Team in the future is our common task. The 179th Team has not left the habit of escaping and letting the members of the team be cannon fodder. We will shoulder everything together!"

Xia Ping'an touched his nose and asked, "If you join Heiyan, do I need to go through any procedures?"

"No need, I will handle this procedure. I just need to go to the temple and the Black Flame Department to complete the registration! After joining Black Flame, you will not have to be assigned to the fortress like other newcomers, but can directly perform tasks with us." Mo Ziyang said, and with a wave of his hand, he had summoned a character wrapped in black fog. That character was a bit like an assassin, but Xia Ping'an couldn't get it.

Mo Ziyang took out a seal for the figure in the black fog. The figure in the black fog took the seal, bowed to Mo Ziyang, then suddenly escaped into the ground and disappeared. As a powerful summoner at the demigod level, summoning an errand runner is simply too simple, and everyone is used to it.

"By the way, I'll introduce it to you. His name is Nanhe!" Mo Ziyang pointed at the bald head and then at the woman, "Her name is Ziling. They are both members of the 179 team, and they have mastered divine skills. They are considered old men of Black Flame..."

The bald man named Nanhe didn't speak, but Zi Ling snorted in dissatisfaction, as if she was acting coquettish, "Where am I old? I am still a little girl!"

"A little girl in her 3,000s..." Nanhe touched the bald head and muttered in a low voice, and then immediately saw the woman's eyes glaring towards him. The bald man felt a cold breath covering him, causing the hair on his back to explode. Thinking of this woman's magical skills, the bald man laughed dryly, "I'm talking nonsense, talking nonsense..." Then he quickly lowered his head, covered his head, and drank wine and stopped talking.

"Ahem, are there only a few of us in the 179 team?"

"Yes, there were only three of us before the 179 team. You came today quite coincidentally. As we were gathered here, now if you add you, there will be four people!"

Three people?

Xia Ping'an really didn't expect that the so-called 179 team had only a few people, which was really beyond his expectations. He thought there would be at least ten people.

Mo Ziyang saw Xia Ping'an's doubts, "Under normal circumstances, there are three to five people in the team. Six people belong to the reinforcement team, and seven people are considered special teams. After all, the demigod strongmen are not Da Baicai, and there are even fewer demigod strongmen who master divine skills. If anyone who joins Black Flame goes to other universes and planes, as a demigod strongmen, they can easily destroy a planet or a civilization and race! If three to five people, form a combat team, and it is easier to cooperate in battles and have higher combat efficiency!"

Xia Ping'an nodded and felt that he understood. After all, every team in the Black Flame Division was too strong. Three or five people could already perform many tasks. Take himself as an example. If the tasks he performed did not involve demigods or other gods, if he returned to the Yuanqiu world or the earth, he could almost dominate everything. The most important point should be combat cooperation. With more people, the efficiency of combat cooperation will be low. For the demigod strongman, there are no more than seven at most, which should be the summary of Black Flame’s experience over the years.

"What if you encounter some particularly difficult tasks that exceed the limit of the team's ability?"

"Then it will be done with the cooperation of several teams. Heiyan will also send higher-level strong men to command and coordinate the actions of each team!" Mo Ziyang replied.

"I understand!" Xia Ping'an nodded, "What tasks do we have now? What do I need to do?"

"Squad 179 has not received new tasks now. We still have more than 70 days off. During this period, we can just get along and get familiar with some cooperation during combat!"

"Oh, how to get it done?"

"It depends on the captain..." Zi Ling glanced at Mo Ziyang, spoke, and smiled sweetly at Xia Ping'an, "Don't worry, little brother, sister will take care of you!"
Chapter completed!