About the fact that I only have one move to clear the customs

Wang Chao's heart is bitter. If you say that Wang Chao's talent, the ability of Wuding Flying Ring, is considered outstanding among all novices.

Among other things, among the newly joined players this year, who can practice at his level?Who can comprehend the mysteries of the field?

Most people are still struggling at level 30, right?

He, Wang Chao, is more or less a genius, right?

But in front of these two people in front of him, Wang Chao actually had a damn sense of inferiority complex. One had a super devil on his body, and the other had a super boss behind him.

How does this make him a helpless, self-reliant grassroots player?

Too bully.

"Don't be discouraged, work hard, it's good to be a big boss." Ning Fan patted his shoulder and said with a smile.

"Get lost." Wang Chao said angrily.

Ning Fan handed over the task on the panel, and entered the guild hall with Jiang Yueli and Wang Chao.

This trip to the Abyss of Cangwu, Ning Fan killed more than 20 b-level ghosts, plus the dozen or so he killed before, as well as the a-level ghost spiders he killed in Qianqing Mountain, this year's Hall of Fame player mission, What has been completed is almost inseparable.

There are still about three months to come. If you kill a few B-level ghosts every month, or kill two A-level ghosts, this year's task will be completed.

The tasks that follow are completely stress-free.

It should be possible to study swordsmanship, and Jiang Yueli.

"Master Ning Fan, Sister Yueli, are you back?" Qing Yao greeted her with a smile.

"Is sister Yueli's arm healed? Great!"

"Lord Ning Fan, this is an advertisement invitation sent by several small businesses during the month you were away. Take a look."

As he spoke, he handed Ning Fan a few pieces of colorfully painted oil paper.

Ning Fan took the oiled paper with various advertisements written on it, and sincerely invited Ning Fan to go to the tenth floor of the guild to make advertisements.

Ning Fan raised his eyebrows. Although this kind of thing is very boring, there are generous rewards written under each card.

The least one offered a price of [-] honor points, which was much easier than killing ghosts.

"Some honor points are not necessary. The key is that I am a helpful person. If others are in need, how can I not lend a helping hand?" Ning Fan frowned and said:

"Take it all."

Qing Yao laughed and said:

"Okay, then Mr. Ning Fan, please remember to go to the tenth floor of the guild according to the appointed time."

As Qingyao said, she took the oil paper and turned around to hand it over.

Ning Fan turned his head and found that Wang Chao and Jiang Yueli were looking at him with strange expressions, and said doubtfully:

"what happened?"

Don't shake Bilian.

Wang Chao had a look of contempt on his face, and if he got honor, he got it, and he said that he was so tall, would he die if he didn't pretend to be coercive?

Jiang Yueli was holding back her laughter, Wang Chao's resentful eyes were really funny.

In the next few days, Ning Fan ran to the tenth floor of the guild every two days, received five or six advertisements, and gained around [-] honor points.

Although it is very boring, but one thing to say, earning honor points like this is really several times more comfortable than killing ghosts.

On this day, after finishing the last advertisement, Ning Fan was looking at the more than 6000 honor points left by the system on the panel data with satisfaction, when a beautiful figure came into view.

It's Jiang Yueli.

When not performing tasks, Jiang Yueli also dressed more casually, wearing a light blue dress with a white belt around her waist, revealing her slender waist.

"Ning Fan." Jiang Yueli came to Ning Fan and looked at her with hands behind his back and a smile.

Ning Fan raised his head and looked into her eyes, as if seeing the stars in the sky.

"What are you doing? Are you dressed so beautifully?" Ning Fan laughed.

"I usually dress like this, isn't it beautiful?" Jiang Yueli said lightly, but she couldn't hide the pride on her face.

Ning Fan wondered, why is this girl so happy today?

"Didn't you notice that I am different from yesterday?" Jiang Yueli asked mysteriously.

"Become more beautiful?" Ning Fan tentatively asked.

Jiang Yueli gave him a blank look, "I've been promoted to A-level deacon, haven't you seen such a big badge?"

As he spoke, he pointed to the red badge on his chest.

Ning Fan laughed and said:

"You don't seem to be such a person who pays attention to fame and fortune."

"What do you know?" Jiang Yueli said with a smile:

"Master has already discussed with the president. As long as I am promoted to A-level deacon, let me go to the top floor of the Daybreak guild to practice. There is a spirit-gathering formation on it, and the divine power of the moon is more than twice that of other places."

"Your master is so kind to you." Ning Fan sighed sincerely.

It seems that it's just like this for his own daughter, right?

Could it be... Jiang Yueli is really Ye Caiwei's daughter?

Ning Fan frowned, it was not impossible.

Jiang Yueli naturally didn't know what Ning Fan was thinking, she was thinking about another thing.

"Ahem..." Jiang Yueli straightened his face, and said nonchalantly:

"How is your swordsmanship?"

"It's just getting started, and I still need more guidance from you." Ning Fan answered truthfully.

Jiang Yueli coughed lightly, with a smile on his face, and walked briskly outside the guild.

Ning Fan looked at her beautiful figure, and carefully noticed her hands behind her back, and the gesture she made - eight.

The corners of Ning Fan's mouth curled up slightly. If he had something to say, wouldn't it be good to say it directly? He insisted on being mysterious.

At eight o'clock that night, Ning Fan arrived at the gate of the guild on time.

At this time, night had fallen, and the deacons who handed over the tasks were sparsely coming and going at the gate of the guild.

Seeing the beautiful figure standing by the side door at a glance, Ning Fan was overjoyed, walked quickly behind her, and coughed softly:

"What a coincidence, you also came out for a stroll."

Jiang Yueli was overjoyed, turned her head to look at Ning Fan, and immediately said calmly:

"Yeah, what a coincidence."

"I don't know where you are going next?" Ning Fan asked.

Jiang Yueli smiled and said:

"Of course I'm going to practice... Do you want to go together?"

"It's an honor." Ning Fan said with a smile.

Jiang Yueli smiled sweetly, took the initiative to hold Ning Fan's hand, and said:

"follow me."

The two walked along the side door of the guild, entered a dark staircase, walked all the way up, walked for 10 minutes, and finally came to an old wooden door.

Jiang Yueli knocked on the door lightly, and an old voice came from behind the door:

"Come out."

Jiang Yueli smiled at Ning Fan, then pushed open the wooden door.

A circular platform with a diameter of ten meters came into view, and an old man in a gray robe sat in the middle of the platform.

The old man sat cross-legged in the middle of the platform, with no fluctuations on his body, just like an ancient well without waves, or a pine tree standing still.

On his lap lay a dark long sword. It seemed that the long sword had not been touched for a long time, and it was covered with reddish-brown rust.

"Jiang Yueli, Ye Caiwei's disciple, met Grandpa." Jiang Yueli said respectfully, cupping his hands.

The old man opened his eyes slightly, glanced at Jiang Yueli, then nodded slightly, and said:

"That girl Caiwei has a good eye, come here."

"Thank you, grandpa!" Jiang Yueli said respectfully.