Painting of the Nine Immortals

In front of the mission hall, more than a dozen pretty women stood indifferently, all beautiful and flowery.

Especially a woman in purple dress is outstanding, her temperament and appearance are superior.

In front of her, there is a stone monument, no lingering rhyme, and no light rising. But it is it that makes most people hate their teeth.

This monument is called a weighing monument. As long as you hit it with a punch, you can accurately test Xiuwei and afford the mysterious word.

Therefore, no one can touch fish in muddy water.

"Does anyone want to try again?"

"You should be aware of how well my Moonlight Mercenary Corps is treated. Even temporary members will get a lot of money."

"This is a rare opportunity, and I hope you will seize it firmly."

The purple lips of the woman in purple dress are slightly opened, and the sound is like a pearl falling on a jade plate, which is crisp and touching.

It was said that everyone was hot and bitter.

"Of course we know how well the Moonlight Mercenary Corps is treated, even if it is only a temporary member, it is an honor. However, your test is too difficult."

"That is, only those above the fourth level can join, we can't reach it."

"Will you lower the difficulty and switch to a third level? It doesn't matter if you get half the reward."

Everyone started talking, hoping that the woman in purple could reduce the difficulty.

After all, they are just ordinary monks, far from reaching the fourth level.

"The difficulty will never change. My moonlight mercenary regiment will not accept mediocre people."

The purple-clad woman looked indifferent and said, "Well, since no one tries again, that's the end."

After that, she planned to put away the weighing tablet and leave the place.

But at this moment, a clear laughter sounded.

"Please wait."

Ling Xian smiled lightly, dancing slowly in white, stepped forward slowly.

"My son intends to try?" The woman in Ziyi turned her eyes to Lingxian, without sorrow or joy, and calm.

"That's right." Ling Xian nodded slightly, intending to become a temporary member of the Moonlight Mercenary Regiment first, and then made a request for a loan.

"Okay, punch the weighing tablet, as long as you can make it shake four times, you will pass the level." The woman in purple said lightly.

Hearing that Ling Xian didn't make nonsense, and fluttered a flick.

This made everyone stunned, and then they laughed loudly.

In the past few months, the women of the mercenary regiment were also forbearable.

No way, Lingxian's fist was too gentle, and he didn't say slowly, he couldn't see a little force. As if he was not attacking the weighing tablet, he was touching his lover.

"This kid looks thin and weak, and he has no strength to punch. He is really not a man."

"Haha, is such a gentle punch to tickle the weighing tablet?"

"I'm laughing, this strength, and also want to join the Moonlight Mercenary Corps? It's really beyond my power."

The crowd spoke with sarcasm in their words. Especially after Ling Xian's right fist fell on the weighing tablet and there was no shock, the irony became stronger.

But the next moment, their smirk froze to their faces.

Because the weighing tablet suddenly vibrated, and it vibrated four times in a row!

This means that Ling Xian is a monk in the fourth realm and has passed the assessment of the Moonlight Mercenary Corps.

Suddenly, the scene was quiet, and everyone was still.

The fourth-level monk is not uncommon, and it is not even surprising. What makes everyone feel incredible is that Ling Xian's cotton-like powerless punch has given the power of the fourth level!

"It's deceiving. Obviously it's soft and weak. How could the weighing tablet be shaken four times? Is it wrong?"

"No way. His punch didn't stir the wind, and it was impossible to shake the weighing tablet."

"It's unbelievable that if such a weak punch can shake the weighing tablet four times, how strong would he be if he shot with all his strength?"

Everyone exclaimed, half believed and half questioned.

The woman in purple also had some doubts.

Lingxian's punch was really weak, no different from Qingfeng. However, it was such a punch that shocked the weighing tablet four times, and it was difficult for anyone to believe it.

At present, the woman repeatedly checks the weighing tablet, and the suspicion in Meimu gradually turns to shock.

Just because the weighing tablet is not wrong!

"How, I passed the test."

Ling Xian smiled lightly, but he is a strong man who is infinitely close to the seventh realm. If he uses his full strength for a test that requires only the fourth realm, it will be too expensive.

Therefore, he just waved at will, one thousandth of his power was useless.

"Of course it passed."

The woman in purple took a deep look at Ling Xian, besides being shocked, she was in awe.

In the face of an unfathomable strong, awe is natural and necessary.

After everyone heard her words, they were also shocked.

Passed, which means that the weighing monument is not wrong, and the woman in purple need not lie. In other words, Ling Xian's fragile punch really has the power of the fourth realm!

This is really amazing. With a wave of your hand, you have the power of the fourth realm. If you do it with all your strength, how strong will it be?

Everyone's eyes were about to stare out, and at the same time, they also felt bitter.

They did everything they could to fail the assessment, but Ling Xian only reached the assessment standard with a wave of will. Who can change without bitterness?

Even those who passed the assessment were hit.

It took them a lot of effort to shake the weighing tablet four times, but Lingxian's ease was simply insane, it was really shocking.

"That's fine."

Ling Xian smiled slightly and said, "Now, you can explain the task."

After hearing that, the woman in purple came back from the shock and said, "Please follow me."

After that, she put away the weighing tablet and walked out of the city.

Seeing this, more than a dozen women and those who passed the assessment followed.

The same is true of Lingxian.

After a while, the group came out of the city, and then the woman in the purple clothing marveled at the task.

"The first thing to explain is that this is a gold-level task, and it was classified by the mercenary union as the most dangerous one."

"That is to say, this mission is very risky. If you don't want to go, you can leave."

"My moonlight mercenary regiment will offer a thousand spirit stones as hard work."

The purple-eyed woman looked around at those who passed the assessment and said, "People who want to quit, it is best to take advantage of it now, or wait for me to finish the task, it is impossible to quit.

Hearing that several fourth-level monks fell silent, looked at each other, and saw the firmness in the other's eyes.

Although the gold-level missions are dangerous, the Moonlight Mercenary Regiment is well-known for its generosity, and if it does not die, it will definitely get a lot of money.

At the moment, several people shook their heads, indicating that they would not quit.

The same is true of Lingxian.

His purpose is to be familiar with the senior members of the Moonlight Mercenary Regiment. How could he leave?

"Very good. Now that everyone has expressed their reluctance to quit, I will tell you what the mission is."

The woman in purple smiled with satisfaction and said, "The employer's intention is to let us, as pioneers, explore a ruin."

Hearing, Ling Xian frowned slightly, a little puzzled.

Although the ruins are at risk, they also represent treasures. If people are to investigate first, how can there be a latecomer?

"This ruin is located on the island of the sun. I don't think you need to say, you know where it is."

The purple lips of the woman in purple dress slightly opened up, so that everyone changed their colors, and a little regret appeared in her eyes.

If it had been known that the mission site was on Sun Island, they would have retired and would never have stayed.