C57

"Ding! Congratulations to player Wind Soul for leveling up to level 22. HP + 20, MP + 10, Strength + 1, Vitality + 1, Agility + 1, Spirit + 1, 5 attribute points can be allocated."

"Ding! Your pet, Holy Kylin, has reached level 16. HP + 10, MP + 15, Attack + 5, Magic Attack + 10, Defense + 5."

After four hours, Feng Xiao's original Level 21 experience bar, which was 30%, quickly rose to Level 22. At the same time, his 200 space backpack was completely stuffed – even though he only picked up equipment of the Refined Iron level and above.

"This damn lucky guy, the backpack won't be enough even if I expand it to its maximum capacity." Feng Xiao was secretly pleased with himself as he crushed the Return Scroll and returned to Sky Dragon Imperial City.

The Boundless Space Gate could only be used six times a day, so when he could use the Return Scroll, he wouldn't waste it.

Returning to the sunny Sky Dragon Imperial City, Feng Xiao breathed out a large breath of foul air. The humidity and pressure of the Death God's Graveyard made him suspect that his spirit might be divided after a while.

Returning to the Wind Pavilion, Feng Xiao lied on the bed and chatted with his little sister for over half an hour. After getting up, he touched his soft and round chest and then left in satisfaction.

Upgrading is important, but you must not lose your life.

"Oh, this is my shop and auction house. It's grand, grand, and the location is really very good …" Feng Xiao stared at the sign of 'Feng Xing Tian', praising it endlessly.

The shops, auction houses, and restaurants of "Wind Traversing the World" stood side by side at the north side of Sky Dragon Square, attracting the envy and attention of countless players.

Feng Xiao really wanted to tear off his face to see if he had been wearing a human skin mask all this time.

If 5 pieces of Golden Equipment, 20 pieces of Silver Equipment, and 50 pieces of Bronze Equipment were displayed in front of a normal player, what would his reaction be? He would probably pass out from the excitement.

However, his expression didn't change at all!

Facial paralysis! It must be facial paralysis! Feng Xiao secretly found a reason to convince himself.

… ….

"Isn't he a Heaven Battle Instructor? Tsk tsk, business is not bad! " Feng Xiao said with a face full of schadenfreude.

"... I've been helping these guys with their class transitions recently, and I'm about to pull my hand. Oh yeah, little brat Feng Hun, is there any news about the Demon God's Sword? " Sky Battlefield answered Feng Xiao's secret message breathlessly as he was sweating profusely and dealing with the long line from Earth to Moon in front of him.

"Demon God Sword? What is that? " Feng Xiao said.

Heaven Zhan nearly choked on Feng Xiao's words and almost flew into a rage: "Didn't I give you a job transition when I told you to go find the Demon God Sword?"

"You didn't say …" Feng Xiao thought for a while, and said with certainty.

"..."

"Did I really not say anything?"

"No!"

Feng Xiao was speechless. He knew his own strength the best. Even a Level 50 normal player might not be his opponent.

"Instructor, do you know where the holy dragon is?"

"Holy Light Dragon?" God knows where it is. This kind of monster is not something that we humans can understand. "

"But what is this Demon God Sword? Could it be a special sword used by magisters? "

"It seems like I haven't gone to the Trade Profession players' area yet. It wouldn't be a bad idea to switch to another Trade Profession." Feng Xiao said to himself as he looked at the Trade Profession Player Hall not far away.

Although the number of players who had changed classes was far less than the number of combat classes, the entire hall was still full of players. The teams in front of the various job transitions were also frighteningly long.

Samsara had a multitude of Trade Professions. Some of them even existed here, but there were still others that existed. The gardener, the cook, the trainer, the blacksmith, the logger, the miner, the butcher, the assembler, the repairman, the servant, even the singer, the dancer, the novelist, the poet, there were all kinds of professions.

Madman's job transition was to be a merchant. Only merchants could open a shop.

"It's a pity that I don't have Miss's selfless and great profession!" Walking out of the main hall, Feng Xiao thought with a dissatisfied look on his face.

"I've rested enough. It's time to go train." When he thought of the gloomy, damp, and lifeless graveyard of the dead, the wind gave him a headache.

"Ugh …" If it wasn't for the 50% damage dealt to humanoid enemies, I wouldn't have gone to that sort of place to train even if I had to die. "

A violent tremble came from within his sea of consciousness …

Feng Xiao quickly covered his ears and said with his mind, "Wan'Er, what's wrong?"

"Brother Feng... The girl. "

"Girl?" Feng Xiao looked up in surprise, and her gaze passed through the crowd and saw a girl in a new white dress in front of her.

Her delicate eyebrows were like the moon, her eyes like autumn water, and her face like soft jade. Ordinary clothes couldn't cover up her exquisite and charming body. Although the veil covered her face, it still emitted a breathtaking beauty.

"What happened to the girl?"

"Big Brother Feng, you met that girl called Yang Xiruo a few days ago." Xuanyuan Wan'er said with a clear and melodious voice.

"Mm, I recognize you. Wan-Er, what do you want to say?" Feng Xiao was very curious as to why Xuanyuan Wan'er would remember this girl who had hurriedly walked past him.

"Brother Feng, can you save her? She's so pitiful, just so pitiful. She's as pitiful as Wan'er …" Xuanyuan Wan'er's voice was slowly filled with tears as if she was recalling painful memories.

"Wan Er, don't be sad. In the future, you won't be lonely anymore with me by your side." Feng Xiao had directly "affirmed" Xuanyuan Wan'er's pitiful state to be ten thousand years of loneliness.

"Mm, Brother Feng …" Then can you save her? I know you can save her … "

"Everyone has their own life trajectory. Others have no right or reason to interfere, and I have no duty or obligation to save her." Feng Xiao said with an indifferent face. Years ago, when his foster father passed away, who would have wanted to save him?

"However..." Feng Xiao's expression suddenly became strange, "Wan'Er, why do you know that there is something wrong with her body, and why do you know that I can save her?"

"Because... Because Big Brother Feng knows the primal chaos technique. "

"...!"

Feng Xiao was stunned, completely dumbfounded.

"Big Brother Feng …"

"Wan-Er, you …"

Feng Xiao's brain was in a mess.

Aside from himself, Yao'er, and his deceased foster father, no one else in the world knew about his cultivation of the Chaotic Art. However, today, a sword spirit in the game was able to explain it.

"I'm sorry Brother Feng, I …" "I can see through human memories …"

"..."

"I'm sorry … [I am sorry. Wan-Er always knew that no one would like someone who could know their thoughts at any time. However, Wan-Er couldn't control herself. As long as Wan-Er looked at that guy, she would get his most important memory …] Xuanyuan Wan'er's words were filled with tears and panic.

"..."

"Brother Feng, would you hate Wan'er?" Xuanyuan Wan'er tried her best to suppress her tears as she asked pitifully and nervously.

"... No. Of course not. Wan-Er is so cute. I like her too late...] "How could I hate it?" Feng Xiao forced a laugh and said with difficulty.

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