The reason why they allow multiple people to form a team is that it is easy to record.
Otherwise, those desperadoes who are not afraid of death will hardly form a team. Each person is in a team, and recording them is too time-consuming.
Si Wujie also told many experts that as more and more people come here, more and more people come here.
In order to save time, he will continue to expand the number of people in his team.
Si Wujie noticed that many people were approaching here, so he emerged from a high place and continued to explain to everyone.
"Everyone, in order to save the time for the strong to kill the enemy, we will directly divide into two teams."
Si Wujie pushed up his sunglasses and said, "The team that killed the Spiritual Steel Army will stand on the left, and those who don't will stand on the right."
"We wrote it very clearly. If you don't kill the spiritual steel army, the maximum reward of spiritual stones is thirty tons, and the techniques are relatively low-level."
Si Wujie continued, "As for the masters who kill the spiritual steel army, not only do they have a high limit on spiritual stones, but they also have powerful techniques and spiritual steel weapons."
The onlookers here began to talk about it.
With most people standing on the right, the Spiritual Steel Army can compete with the captain of the Yin-Yang Crusade.
Almost everyone who can solve it can be named.
After Si Wujie finished speaking, he sat at the table on the left, where he served personally.
As for the right side, leave it to his Yin Yang Crusaders.
Long Feifeng and Di Kun walked to the left.
Suddenly, it attracted everyone's attention.
Then three more men in black robes went to the left.
No one came there after that.
Everyone here sighed, it really wasn't that easy.
"Team Tyrant!"
The Yin Yang Crusader on the right took out his mobile phone and started recording.
A middle-aged man with a bandage on his head said softly: "I'm the only one who came back."
After speaking, he took out his mobile phone and handed it to the Yin Yang Crusaders, "My companions and I destroyed a liquor branch."
The Yin Yang Crusader took the phone and watched the video.
"Okay, destroy the complete branch. The task is superior, the first level blind box."
The Yin-Yang Crusader pointed to the first-class treasure chest on the table, "There are balls inside, take any one."
The middle-aged man nodded, reached in and took out a ball.
"Open."
Yin Yang Crusaders said.
The middle-aged man unscrewed the ball and found a note inside.
He glanced at it and said in shock: "Thirty tons of spiritual stones!"
You know, after his companion's death, plus the ring from the branch boss, he had already received forty or fifty tons.
Including these thirty tons, it is almost one hundred tons.
Now, he has long forgotten his sadness.
The Yin Yang Crusaders took the note, looked at it, and nodded slightly, "Batian Team, reward thirty tons of spiritual stones."
Others around him were envious.
However, they also believe that this Yin Yang Crusade will provide real rewards.
On Si Wujie's side, he looked at the body of a spiritual steel army on the ground and nodded slightly.
"First Generation Spirit Steel Army, this box."
Si Wujie pointed to the box on the right and said.
Di Kun put his hand in, took out a ball at random, unscrewed it and looked at it, "Spirit Steel Sword."
With that said, he handed the note to Si Wujie.
"Reward a spiritual steel sword."
Si Wujie waved his hand, and three spiritual steel swords appeared on the table, "Choose one for yourself."
"I want to know, whose body is it?"
Long Feifeng came over and asked.
"Of course it's your trophy." Si Wujie said with a smile.
"That's not bad, and it's not too disgusting for us."
Long Feifeng randomly took a spiritual steel sword. If the body was taken away, only one sword would be rewarded.
That's so disgusting.
Of course, this weapon is useless to them.
Now that I have a spiritual steel body, I naturally don’t lack a sword.
"By the way, I want to make a mark."
Si Wujie came to the spiritual steel body and pressed his fingers on the head.
call!
Flames appeared on his fingers, constantly impacting the spiritual steel body.
A few minutes later, a small pit appeared on the head. "If there is a small pit here from now on, it won't work."
"Don't worry, we won't play such clever tricks." Long Feifeng also put away her body.
"By the way, where is Feng Lin from your team?" Si Wujie asked.
"Probably dead." Long Feifeng said calmly.
"Have you seen it with your own eyes?" Si Wujie frowned.
"No, we were separated when we encountered the Spiritual Steel Army."
Long Feifeng thought of an excuse.
"Since he didn't come on time, you guys should continue looking for the team."
After Si Wujie finished speaking, he turned his attention to the three black sect members behind him.
At this moment, energy fluctuations came from the distance.
A man in black robes landed here, carrying a petite body on his back.
"You're not dead?"
Long Feifeng looked at Feng Lin and asked.
"Almost."
Feng Lin took off his black robe, revealing a bloodless face, "What do I need to do?"
"No need to do it. Since your team is fine, feel free to do whatever you want."
Si Wujie pushed up his sunglasses. He knew that Feng Lin would not die that easily. "Remember to come on time every week. If you can kill the team of the Spiritual Steel Army, you will be ranked in the rankings. The rewards then will be beyond your imagination."
Feng Lin and others all turned around and left without staying here too long.
"Brother, you look ugly. You must have been seriously injured. Are you still on our team?"
Di Kun came over and asked.
"That's right, we still have the old rules. You are the one who killed the Spiritual Steel Army this time. The treasure belongs to you. I'm leaving."
After Feng Lin finished speaking, he disappeared here again.
Di Kun and Long Feifeng looked at each other and looked at each other.
"Is this kid crazy?" Long Feifeng clenched her fists, "I'm really not afraid of death."
"Didn't you notice? He seems to be much stronger than he was a week ago."
Di Kun said in a deep voice, "It's only been a few days? Something's wrong!"
"It's just a sixth-level one. I'll see how scared you are. Keep fighting. The Demon Research Institute is not a good thing anyway. Get more supplies and treasures."
Long Feifeng said in a frivolous tone.
…
Repeated practice is boring.
Even your own hobbies will become boring after repeated repetitions.
What's more, people like Feng Lin are constantly experiencing the baptism of death.
During this period of time, he was like a robot, getting better and better every time.
He discovered that Ye Yourong was simply an amplifier for spiritual practice.
Although Feng Lin usually goes beyond the limit, he actually doesn't go beyond it.
Because he still left some Qi to use to escape.
But with Ye Yourong's help, Feng Lin is a true transcendence.
Every time I fight, I fight until I collapse, and I don’t stop until I have no energy left.
Then Ye Yourong took over and took him away.
Feng Lin woke up from his sleep. He rubbed his eyes and asked, "How many days have I slept?"
"Three and a half days."
Ye Yourong lay next to Feng Lin, "You have been too tired during this period. You should have a good rest."
Feng Lin stood up, feeling the energy of his peak sixth level, and smiled happily.
He has been in the Western Continent for nearly two months.
"Let's go! Keep fighting!"
Feng Lin clenched his fists, "Next, it's level seven, and then go home."
