The Demon Hunters Association of Swinging Demon City has just opened here, and there are not many staff members.
Fewer warriors came to register as demon hunters.
But that doesn't mean the Demon Hunters Association is a mediocre organization.
Countless forces paid close attention to it before it opened.
Thousands of years ago, it was of great significance to the entire Tianlong world. Countless warriors established their now famous families just because they joined the Demon Hunters Association.
The Demon Hunters Association is an association that all aspiring warriors will join. If they can make a name for themselves in it, they will make a difference after the world is peaceful.
Today, the Demon Hunters Association attracted Qin Ming and his party.
The building of the Demon Hunters Association is dark red, and there is a big skull hanging on the door, which looks murderous at first sight.
This association is an organization for the purpose of killing. Compared with other organizations, its murderous intent is very heavy.
When Qin Ming and others came in, there were a few warriors in the front hall who were registering as demon hunters.
"Go and register. I have something to do upstairs. I'll come down when I'm done."
After parting from Mi Bei and the others, Qin Ming walked upstairs.
Led by a maid, he met the manager of the Demon Hunters Association.
"I don't know what your Excellency is talking about?"
The steward was a middle-aged man with two hideous scars on his face. Seeing Qin Ming, he said with a smile.
Although the smile was very kind, but in conjunction with his terrifying scar, an invisible evil radiated out.
"I'm looking for the president of the association." Qin Ming said lightly.
Seeing the young man in front of him, he could still deal with his smile calmly. The middle-aged man was a little surprised.
"The president is busy with affairs, if..."
Their president is a peerless genius who became a dragon-level powerhouse thousands of years ago, and has reached the peak of the dragon-level, and his strength has reached the peak of the Tianlong world.
It's just that his health is declining, and he is so busy with the chores of the Demon Hunter Association that he has no time to receive boring people.
Qin Ming clasped his hands and said, "I am Qin Ming from Lancheng, I admire the president's heroic deeds and come to pay a visit."
"Are you Qin Ming, the perfect alchemist?" Hearing Qin Ming's self-introduction, the middle-aged man was taken aback and looked at him in surprise.
"Ahem..." Hearing the words Perfect Alchemist, Qin Ming touched his nose helplessly.
He is used to this address, and when others know his true identity, they will exclaim "Perfect Alchemist".
If other alchemists heard this title, they would probably be ecstatic.
But to him, it was like calling Kaizi.
Of course, Qin Ming also knew that this was a respectful title given to him by countless ordinary warriors who had benefited from his perfect elixir.
So he wasn't angry, but he was more or less embarrassed to hear others call him that.
"Wait here for a while, I will notify the president right now." The middle-aged man cupped his hands, sat Qin Mingying on the chair, and ran out quickly by himself.
He knew that his president's troubled teachers couldn't sleep well recently, not because of anything else, but because of funding issues.
Although the president is a dragon-level powerhouse thousands of years ago, his strength is extremely strong.
But for such a large guild, it needs to consume countless source stones, whether it is preparing for the exchange of resources or maintaining a large guild.
Even if it is a dragon-level strongman, even if he spends all his wealth, it is still a drop in the bucket.
Fortunately, with the support of many forces, the guild was able to barely manage it at this difficult time.