Demon Sword God

"Ninth-level strongman!" Mu Lin's heart became nervous for a moment. After looking at Carlody, Carlody also frowned. It was impossible for such a press conference without a strong man, but it came out all at once.

A ninth-level powerhouse...

"The individual or team who cannot accept the first point can leave." The fat uncle's tone was very stable. Some people struggled for a long time, but in the end they stayed, while many people from some mercenary groups left.

"Then let's announce the second article: Individuals or teams must at least participate in completing a level A-level mercenary mission, and are the main members, and those who have not met the requirements can leave."

Wow—

The whole hall became noisy again.

A-level difficulty mercenary missions, and level 4 and fifth-level mercenary groups with hundreds of people for more than ten years may not be able to take over a few. This obviously requires at least half of them to be eliminated at one time.

Fortunately, there were strong people in charge. This time the entire hall left at least half of the people, and half of them cursed and bustling, the hall, which had been noisy for a while, soon became quiet again. This time, the hall seemed much empty.

Mulin smiled at Carlody in a dark heart, and Carlody nodded understandingly. The two of them were still sitting, drinking herbal tea leisurely.

"This third point is for the team. If it is a mercenary group or an individual team, the leader must register in person and participate in the exploration team."

"Damn! What the hell is this!"

If you can't get out, you will be a dead leader! The life of a leader of an organization can be as good as ten, and a hundred members are worth a lot! What's more, the leader loves his life more than money, and he has money but no life! Only fools will go like this!

Suddenly, a group of people left the entire venue. The fat uncle frowned and looked at the empty venue. He was a little disappointed. He turned around and nodded to the inconspicuous old man in a corner behind him. The old man coughed and walked onto the stage.

This is an old man with a long haired hair in a brown linen shirt. At first glance, he thought that the old father of some family was missing. However, when a group of people looked carefully at the old man's chest, the chest represented the magician's six-pointed star medal marked with the level marked.

Nine little stars suddenly blinded the eyes of the group of people.

This is the ninth-level strongman!

At this time, less than one-fifth of the people left in the entire venue.

"This fourth point is tested by me. My name is Chris, the sixth seat of the Southern Magic Guild." As he said, a momentum that belongs to the strong only to the strong spread rapidly with Chris as the center and was shrouded in the sky.

Everyone in the hall.

Feeling a pressure coming, Mu Lin frowned and let the pressure hit him.

Yes, I just feel a little chest tightness.

"How is it?" Mulin looked at Carlody with concern, and Carlody just frowned.

"I don't feel anything, I just have chest tightness."

The goddess' blessing, this prayer ability that can avoid any negative spiritual impacts below the tenth level, has taken effect very practically.

Chris' sharp eyes scanned everyone's face, with pain, unbearable, collapse, and sadness... Chris was very satisfied with his pressure effect, just the moment he planned to retract the pressure, the next

In the corner, the two people wrapped in cloaks, the emotions vented in their only exposed eyes turned out to be...

I am bored……