Demon Sword God

"Ninth-rank powerhouse!" Mu Lin's heart became tense for a moment, and he looked at Carodi, who also frowned. This kind of press conference is impossible without a powerhouse in charge, but he came out all at once A rank nine powerhouse...

"Individuals or teams that cannot accept the first point can leave." The fat uncle's tone was very steady. Some people struggled for a long time, but finally stayed, and some extra people from individual mercenary groups left a lot.

"Then let's announce the second rule. Individuals or teams must participate in and complete at least one mercenary mission with A-level difficulty, and be the main member. Those who fail to meet the requirements can leave."

wow——

The whole hall was noisy again.

A-level difficulty mercenary missions, four or five level mercenary regiments that have been established for more than ten years and hundreds of people may not be able to pick up a few. This is obviously to eliminate at least half of the people at once.

Fortunately, there are strong people in charge. This time, at least half of the people left the entire hall, and half of the people cursed and bustled. After a while, the noisy hall quickly quieted down. This time, the hall seemed a lot empty.

Mu Lin smiled at Carodi with a dark belly, and Carodi nodded knowingly.The two of them were still sitting, drinking herbal tea leisurely.

"The third point is for the team. If it is a mercenary group or an individual team signing up, then the team leader must personally sign up and join the exploration team."

"Damn it! What the hell are the rules!"

If you can't get out, you will be a dead leader!The life of an organization leader is worth more than ten or a hundred members!What's more, the bosses love their lives more than money, money is dead!Only a fool would go to this kind of thing!

Immediately, another group of people left the venue.The fat uncle frowned, and was disappointed when he saw the empty venue. He turned his head and nodded to the unremarkable old man in a corner behind him. The old man coughed and walked onto the stage.

This is a long-haired old man in a brown linen shirt. At first glance, he thought it was the old father of some family who was lost, but when a group of people looked at the old man's chest carefully, the six-pointed star medal on the chest representing the magician marked the grade. The nine little stars instantly blinded a group of people.

This is the ninth-order powerhouse!

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

"Let me test the fourth point. My name is Chris, the sixth seat of the Southern Magic Guild." As he spoke, an aura of coercion that only belonged to the strong was centered on Chris, and quickly spread and shrouded the entire world. on everyone in the hall.

Feeling a coercion coming, Mu Lin frowned, letting the coercion hit him.

Well, I just feel a little tight in the chest.

"How is it?" Mu Lin looked at Carodi with concern, and Carodi only frowned.

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

Goddess' blessing, this prayer ability that can avoid any negative spiritual influence below the tenth level has actually taken effect.

Chris's sharp eyes scanned everyone's face, there was pain, intolerance, collapse, and grief... Chris was very satisfied with the effect of his coercion, and at the moment he was about to take back the coercion, the following In the corner, those two people wrapped in cloaks, the only exposed eyes, the emotions that were vented turned out to be...

so boring……