There are two types of missions for the Witcher's Guild, one is an official mission and the other is a private commission.

With the recent thunderstorms, the number of official missions has increased dramatically, and from time to time there are groups of demon hunters, carrying weapons or prey.

Wang Zhenling turned into an ordinary demon hunter at this time, wandering around the general mission hall of this demon hunter guild.

The mission hall suddenly looked like the waiting hall of the railway station, and there were at least hundreds of people in the mess, some waiting, some doing errands.

Wang Zhenling said in his heart: "This world still has some strength, otherwise it would have been attacked by those demons a long time ago!

With Wang Zhenling's current vision, if he says that there is a little power here, it is naturally a very powerful power in the eyes of ordinary people!

The witchers here also have the strength of the Qi training level at the lowest, and the high-level witchers at least have the strength of the enlightenment level.

There are only a few of them, who should be the hidden masters of the Demon Hunter Guild, and have the power to come true.

According to this world, these masters of the True Realization Progression are the so-called demigods.

In fact, a master who can reach the realm of the gods and underworld in the enlightenment period is equivalent to a legend. And the realm of gods is equivalent to a top legend!

With this kind of power, it's not enough to deal with a decoy like Taras.

After all, the group of seductive demons in Taras are only weaker than gods, gods, and even stronger, such as that Taras, have the power of the Realization Progression.

It should already be the top combat power in this world!

It's a pity that this kind of power is almost impossible to deal with an abyss lord like Alius, even a seriously injured abyss lord.

However, if these demon hunters are equipped with weapons, then their combat power should be able to increase a lot.

Wang Zhenling was wandering aimlessly in the mission hall when he was suddenly stopped: "Hey, man...... man"

Wang Zhenling looked sideways, and immediately walked over with a smile.

His acquaintance who called Wang Zhenling, or the acquaintance of the demon hunter named Rover.

Now, Wang Zhenling is using the identity of this demon hunter.

He walked over with a smile and said with a smile: "Long time no see, how are you!"

The few people on the other side also laughed, they were different from the Lone Ranger like Rover, but a team.

"Rover, doesn't look like you're a good mess, and all you have left is a knife?"

A witcher named Tyr laughed.

Wang Zhenling didn't care and shrugged: "I met two damn vampires, I survived, and they became materials."

I just sold them and haven't had time to restock their equipment yet!"

That said, it's a bit of a pretense.

But apparently the other side was shocked by him, and he killed two vampires by himself, and he didn't seem to be seriously injured.

This guy's strength is very good!

As for that Tyr, of course, it wasn't intentionally damaging, at most it was just a joke.

"Haha," Tyr gave a thumbs up, "Awesome!"

For them, the lower-middle-class witchers, this is already a record to brag about.

Wang Zhenling shrugged, originally wanting to experience the pleasure of pretending to be slapped in the face.

Who knows if there is no villain to cooperate.

Just thinking of this, I suddenly heard Natir approach, with a lewd smile peculiar to men, and a little schadenfreude: "Man, do you know or not. Black Rose has been admitted to the high-level witcher?"

Black roses?

As soon as you hear the name, you know it's a woman.

Wang Zhenling flipped through his memory, and finally knew why this guy was laughing so obscenely!

It seems that Rover and the Black Rose had a falling out after a while.

Now, the Black Rose is a high-ranking witcher.

If Wang Zhenling was really Rover, he would definitely be uncomfortable at this time.

It's a pity that Wang Zhenling is not Rover.

At this time, another witcher from Tyr's team, named Crobby, also joined in, and said with a gossipy smile: "That Black Rose seems to have climbed into the rich Mr. Brock and became his mistress.

Then I got the money, bought the high-level professional potion, and broke through to the high-level witcher!"

In his tone, he was full of envy.

In this world, the relationship between the sexes is not so important.

This is especially true for demon hunters whose professions are very dangerous.

Life is in jeopardy, so naturally you have to be happy in time when you have the opportunity.

As for the witches selling their bodies in exchange for money, it is really commonplace!

Gossip is really a big human nature, and even these demon hunters are inevitable.

Wang Zhenling shrugged: "What does this have to do with me? I broke up with her a long time ago! I'll go replenish my equipment first, and I'll see you later!"

After saying hello to these people, Wang Zhenling was about to go to replenish his equipment.

But at this time, there was a small commotion in the crowd: "Black Rose is also here!"

Say Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here!

For such a wonderful law, even if it is the realm of Wang Zhenling, he has to complain fiercely in his heart, is it so coincidental?

As he said this, he saw a punk woman in a black leather coat walk into the mission hall.

Seeing this woman, Wang Zhenling was quite surprised: "The strength is good!"

But this woman at least has the strength of a high-level witcher.

In this mission hall, there are quite rare masters.

In addition, this woman is quite beautiful and has a bumpy figure.

It's no wonder that in this mission hall full of male hormones, it can actually cause a small sensation!

But it can't be so bloody, right?

This Rover was only an intermediate witcher at best, but it seemed that he had a leg with the woman called Black Rose before.

But apparently, the woman was not even interested in looking at Rover more now, and walked over with her head held high.

Beside her, a circle of flies immediately gathered around.

Wang Zhenling once again learned Rover's habit and shrugged: "Did you think there would be any bloody plot just now?"

It seems that although art comes from life, it is always higher than life!"

Also, in life, where is there so much dog blood, and there are so many plots that pretend to slap your face.

However, the text seems to be uneven, when the author creates, does he always have to create a little fierce conflict?

Shall I go up and create an opportunity and pretend to be slapped in the face?

Wang Zhenling pinched his chin and thought about it, after all, he was not so bored, and went to buy equipment.

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