Bai Yexing felt like his body was entangled by a giant python, and his arms were unconscious. Jin Quanzhong's teeth were bleeding and the smell was so fishy that it was indescribable.

Bai Yexing instinctively leaned back his head, avoided the bite, and then rushed back.

Bang!

It felt like he was hitting a wall. Bai Yexing's head was buzzing, and his eyelids drooped, and he could still see Venus circling around his head. However, when Jin Quanzhong was hit like this, he heard a clicking sound in his neck, a broken neck, a flick of his head, and a muscle in his throat was torn apart, and yellow and green liquid sprayed on Bai Yexing's face.

Bai Yexing was awakened and twisted his body hard, trying to break free from Jin Quanzhong's arm.

Next to Jin Quanzhong, Hall's body slowly sat up and opened his eyes. His gray-white eyeballs were also covered with red nematodes, slowly wriggling.

The torch in the distance suddenly jumped, and the flames were pulled long. A tall figure rushed over and pulled up Bai Yexing's homemade harpoon by the stream. With a casual poke, it penetrated Hall's chest and nailed him back to the ground and lay down.

"team leader……"

Wang Qinglong took out the spare long sword, shook his wrist, and cut off Jin Quanzhong's two arms.

The broken arm fell to the ground, and the slender red nematode began to emerge from the wound. Wang Qinglong felt disgusted when he saw it. He pulled Bai Yexing and said, "Are you poisoned?"

Bai Yexing turned over and stood up, took a few steps back, and sat on the ground again.

A bunch of bone powder sprinkled from the top of his head. Bai Yexing felt his skin swelling and pain. More than a dozen red nematodes crawled out desperately, all of which were relatively small. But the speed of the parasitic activity was too amazing, and Wang Qinglong couldn't help but take a few steps back.

"Don't worry." Chu Cheng's voice calmed down, and a crystal clear tears of dawn burned on his fingertips.

The light was blooming, and even the red nematodes emerging from the corpse not far away were twisting wildly, quickly shriveling.

"Witch War." Wang Qinglong frowned and said, "They were not killed by creatures in the underworld, they were wizard players."

Bai Yexing was frightened, Fang Ding stood up with his forehead covering his head and said, "It's too late, right?"

"It's hard to say." Chu Cheng's eyes looked upstream.

"Do you want to support?" Wang Qinglong asked.

"The shield warrior in the team has a set of semi-finished materials on it, which is very valuable."

“How valuable?”

"Half a piece of Winter Banshee, the materials on the seventh-level creatures, can be upgraded to legendary equipment." Chu Chengdao.

"If this explodes, how long will it last?"

Wang Qinglong was hesitating that wizards were difficult to deal with, but such a set of equipment materials was too expensive.

"Old Bai, go and wash yourself first, Xiao Chu, what's your magic?"

"If it's a big fight, I'll have to meditate and make it more reliable."

"Then let's go back and rest. We have been walking for a day. Let's go find them now and we can't keep up with our physical strength." Wang Qinglong was still not too greedy, and Bai Yexing calmed down and jumped into the cold stream to wash himself clean.

Seeing the wet Bai Yexing, Su Ji quickly gave up her position and let Bai Yexing burn the fire.

Wang Qinglong talked about what happened by the stream, and everyone took out dry food, treated it with hot water, and then took a quick break. Chu Cheng slept for more than two hours first, and then meditated for two hours after waking up. Walking out of the magic tent, he saw that Wang Qinglong was the only one by the bonfire.

He was looking at it with the sword. His spare long sword cut off Jin Quanzhong's arms and stained with some blood. The sword edge felt a little dull.

"How is Lao Bai?" Wang Qinglong raised his head and asked Chu Cheng.

"It's okay, he has magic potions that can fight against witchcraft poison."

Wang Qinglong nodded, took out a sword-grinding stone, and began to polish his spare sword. If the sharpness decreases, it will affect the attack. If it gets sharpened too much, it will affect the durability. Not to mention using sword-grinding stone, even if using soul refining, it cannot guarantee that the durability limit will not be lost. If you use melee weapons, you must fill the material inside.

Chu Cheng took a bottle of healing potion from the Temple of Dawn and threw it to Wang Qinglong.

"How much?"

"This bottle is for you, for self-defense. If you want it, you have to pay for it. I don't have much to buy it."

Wang Qinglong took the bottle, studied it, and said, "In such a place, ten gold coins can be sold. You can buy it in the temple for two or three gold coins, right?"

"It's almost the same. I'll buy it cheaper, but it's limited to the quantity."

"You have good swordsmanship." Wang Qinglong suddenly changed the subject.

"Not as good as you."

"I am a lot older." Wang Qinglong said with a smile. Chu Cheng is not humble or proud. He will definitely be a terrifying undead mage in the future.

Chu Cheng thought for a while and said, "My swordsmanship is a one-on-one battle and cannot take care of the overall situation."

"You need regional control spells." Wang Qinglong suggested.

"No money, no time." Chu Cheng directly rejected the suggestion.

"Do you take it seriously when buying a noble status?" Wang Qinglong changed his question.

"It's true."

“Are there any plans?”

"It must be, but I can't say it." Chu Cheng pointed to the sky with his hand. Wang Qinglong understood that there are gods in this world, and if he says a lot of things, he might be able to be sensed by the gods.

"You want me to be the captain...but my interests are simply unavailable. And, how can you keep everyone taking risks with you?"

"I can only talk about ideals now, so there is no guarantee." Chu Cheng spread his hands.

"It's quite honest, then let's talk about your ideal?"

"You must know Gaia, right?"

"Yeah, it's clearer." Wang Qinglong's answer was also very straightforward.

“I hope Gaia is real and we have the capital to survive.”

"Are you pessimistic?" Wang Qinglong was surprised. He thought that Chu Cheng had achieved what he has achieved at such a young age, and would definitely have a high spirit and lofty ambitions.

"The gods are above me, and I have no willful power."

"What a headache..." Wang Qinglong was helpless. He was quite satisfied with Chu Cheng and wanted to form a team for a long time. However, in the second world, the binding force of the team was very pitiful. For personal interests, a team could fall apart at any time. For example, if the wolf pack was killed before, if Chu Cheng's power had not suppressed everyone, then anyone would want the materials for the fourth-level demon wolf.

For a small fourth-level magic core, sneak attacks and plots are all trivial matters, and it is no problem to kill everyone.

Those with long-term vision are like themselves, and they will also be moved by the materials of the Winter Banshee.

"Actually, isn't it good now?" Chu Cheng said to Wang Qinglong.

Wang Qinglong was stunned for a moment and then laughed. Yes, it's pretty good now. Everyone is not at a high level. They live together, take risks, and are full of longing for the future. As for the binding force of the team? Many companies investing in the Second World are having headaches. How can this little guy Chu Cheng solve it?

"Your captain benefits are still available."

“What is it?”

"How is the White Tiger?" Chu Cheng asked.

"Nonsense." Wang Qinglong was rarely so elegant.

"Just consider it an ideal?"

"Are you serious?" Wang Qinglong frowned. The White Tiger Soldier Soul is worth more than the Winter Banshee. If Chu Cheng said casually, it would be really boring.

"Captain, if you ask this, I have to ask you one more question, are you serious?" Chu Cheng asked back.

Wang Qinglong is embarrassed, yes, if he is not competent, or wants to run away after working for a few days, why should someone help you plan the White Tiger War Soul? Trust is mutual, and feelings are also true.

"What are you talking about?" Su Ji was sleepy and ran to the fire. He couldn't see food, so his eyelids continued to fight.

"Talk about the team." Wang Qinglong said.

Su Ji stopped talking. If she couldn't follow the team and did the genetic warrior test, the main task area was in the mainland of China. And she didn't want to tell others about her secrets. She just sat next to the fire, leaning against Chu Cheng in a daze, and continued to nap.

"Xiao Chu, it's better to have nine people in a fixed team." Wang Qinglong used a branch to draw something on the ground, looking very serious.

"So many?" Chu Cheng never thought about gathering a team of nine people, and he thought five people were enough.

"You are an investor, you are a logistics and combat reserve team, and I am the captain, and you are responsible for commanding every action. Lao Bai is a thief. You mean you are a scout, and occasionally you will use it as a mage nemesis. There are only five people in the team who are responsible for killing and controlling ice. No matter how much you save, you have to have a heavy warrior and a melee Taoist priest."

"What do you want a Taoist priest?"

"Then let's change it to a priest, would you like?" Wang Qinglong asked.

Chu Cheng shook his head. The Taoist priests do not believe in gods. The priests must believe, and they have to pray to the gods in order to have combat and healing abilities.

"There are already seven people, add a ranged profession. Otherwise, we can only rely on you for the individual fire magic pool to see the bottom of the magic pool. If you are a necromancer, we don't need to summon profession. There must be one knight-type profession? You will definitely not recruit paladins, so let's have an Eastern cavalry."

"Nine." Chu Cheng smiled bitterly.

"In the second world, in addition to the aristocratic system, there are business groups. The aristocratic adventure team is twenty-five to thirty people, and the adventure team of business groups will not be less than fifteen. This is still the core standard. When encountering more troublesome tasks, it may be expanded to fifty people through employment."

"How many people can you command?" Chu Cheng asked.

"If there is a communication system... three thousand people."

Chu Cheng was shocked. According to the size of the interstellar fleet, three thousand people were equivalent to a flying regiment. If Wang Qinglong was once a soldier, he would at least have the rank of colonel.

No, no, no, three thousand people should be considered an elite independent flying regiment with a special staff, and the highest commander is a major general.

I just bumped into a general in the second world? Is it the captain of the adventure team for myself?

"It's a pity... the second world does not have our communication system." Chu Cheng said tentatively.
Chapter completed!