Crossing into a straw bag fifth miss: 101 tactics of the art of taming

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Luo Liuling didn't seem to pay much attention to this matter, and changed the topic: "How is everyone practicing recently?"

"Everyone is working hard."

Seeing that Luo Liuling didn't ask any more questions, Aofeng relaxed his nervous heart.

"Master, do you want to go in and have a rest!" Aofeng immediately asked, looking forward to it. [

Luo Liuling smiled lightly, waved his hands and said, "No hurry." After a pause, Luo Liuling continued, "How many of us are there in the mercenary tribe now?"

"There are two thousand in total." Aofeng replied respectfully.

"Two thousand..." Luo Liuling pondered for a while, as if he thought it was too little, but finally he spit out: "How many third-level mercenaries are there?"

These mercenaries were divided into ranks. The higher the rank, the better their natural skills. Ao Feng respectfully replied: "There are more than six hundred people."

"Strengthen training so that they must break through." Luo Liuling's eyebrows darkened, 2000-level mercenaries with [-] talents, such strength is really weak.

"Yes." Aofeng replied bluntly, he could only obey orders.

The corners of Luo Liuling's lips curled up, he stopped talking, and walked forward with Aofeng for a while, but suddenly heard a burst of noise coming from his ears.

He stopped in his tracks and looked up. It turned out that he had already arrived at the hall of the mercenary tribe.

At a glance, there seems to be a lot of people gathered inside.

"Look at these people, it seems that they are all new mercenaries?" Luo Liuling looked around, and immediately saw clearly, and the corners of his lips curled up.

"These mercenaries are waiting for me here." Aofeng said immediately, waiting for him to come to train, fearing that he might not see anyone for a long time, and they couldn't stand still.

"How old is the oldest of these men?" Luo Liuling raised his eyebrows, his tone as cold as wind.

"Around 20" Aofeng said in a low voice, but saw Luo Liuling's palm stretched out in front of the door, and quickly pushed the door open and entered.

With a creak, Luo Liuling pushed open the door.

As soon as they heard someone coming in, these people turned around immediately, and the noisy scene just now fell silent.

The light in the room was a bit dim, and as the door was pushed open, the sun ran in unscrupulously, making the people inside blinded by the brightness.

A woman stood there, vaguely, her appearance was like a fairy.

These mercenaries were all shocked. You must know that all the mercenary tribes are men, and there has never been a woman. Who is this woman? Could it be>

"Everyone, this is our master, the head of the mercenaries?" Aofeng stepped into the door with a smile, his eyes swept over everyone present. [

Pointing at Luo Liuling, he said, even in a respectful tone.

In the hall, these mercenaries were shocked when they saw the master for the first time, and then they were pleasantly surprised.

Sure enough, just like the rumors, the head of the mercenary was a young woman with a peerless appearance. There was probably a second person in the world. The coldness and mist around her made people dare not look directly at her.

However, his skills are very good, even if there is a nickname among the dark forces, it is called the cold-faced Shura.

"What are you doing in a daze, don't you meet me?" Aofeng's face sank, and he was the first to speak out.

"No need, all living beings are equal, no one is superior to others." Luo Liuling walked to the seat and sat down slowly, his eyes were still so fierce that no one dared to look at him: "Since everyone has entered the mercenary tribe, then naturally It’s like a family, taking on tasks together, living through life and death together, everyone’s heart-to-heart, unstoppable.”