"Large-scale Spiritual Energy Field!?"
The four guards of the Jing Family gasped in disbelief.
"What is a Large-scale Spiritual Energy Field?" Jing Kejing asked.
The four guards looked solemn and told him that Large-scale Spiritual Energy Field needed to be set up by powerhouses who were proficient in spiritual energy. It was like an illusion in reality, and it was difficult for the outside world to know what was going on inside.
If a powerhouse of the same level fell into such a Large-scale Spiritual Energy Field during a battle, they would be at the mercy of the enemy.
"Large-scale Spiritual Energy Field is a killing move to defeat the enemy. They actually set it up to meet us. This mysterious force is too extravagant!"
The four guards of the Jing Family looked pale. They looked at Young Master Kejing and suddenly realized that he was right. If there was any danger, it would be safer to be with his mysterious friend.
Jing Kejing smiled and was very pleased with himself. He enjoyed the guards' gazes very much.
Although the guards were polite to his friends in the past, they did not show much respect.
The four guards were powerhouses of the Fourth Realm. They would be put in an important position in any force. In the Jing Family, they had high standards and did not care about the juniors of the other families.
Ding!
A message arrived. Jing Kejing opened it and took a look. He said in surprise, "Dead Bones Mota?"
In the few months in the Secret Forces, Jing Kejing had some understanding of the situation of the black market and had heard of Deadbone Mota.
However, he did not know what was so special about this place.
"Young Master Kejing, do you want to go there? We can form a team with you. "
When the four guards of the Jing Family heard this, they were instantly energized. They had a high income and had bought tickets in the few months they were in the Mechanical Beehive.
However, they had also signed a joint post on the Mota Forum, so they did not participate in the battles.
If Young Master Kejing wanted to go, he would have an excuse to beat the noobs.
Then, the four guards of the Jing Family began to talk about the Dead Bones Moss Tower. They also mentioned the unimaginable rewards for winning 99 battles.
"99 victories. Is it very difficult to achieve?" Jing Kejing looked at the message and asked.
"For the younger generation, it is basically impossible. If Young Master Kejing wants to go, with our protection, it is not difficult to get 30 or 40 victories."
Hearing what the guards said, Jing Kejing tactfully declined on the surface, but his heartbeat quickened.
The content of the message was to head to the Dead Bone Moss Tower. As long as he participated in 99 battles, he would be qualified to enter the Withering Square.
This was another special treatment the mysterious organization gave to the liaison members.
"Even the black market couldn't control the victory of Dead Bone Moss. How could the mysterious force that 'Ling' belongs to …"
Jing Kejing was speechless, but he also made up his mind. He had to get promoted as soon as possible, increase his strength, and help the clan tide over this crisis.
The other side.
Hayashi River returned to the secret base. Mossy Bone, Blue Kitty, and Chi were still playing cards. The latter's face was covered with paper slips.
Hayashi River was a little speechless. Mossy Bone and Blue Kitty were really bullying him. If they continued to fight like this, Yu would never win a single round in his lifetime.
"Meow …"
When the Blue Kitty saw its master, it waved its claws and made a victorious gesture. It had won again until now.
"It's settled. The first step of the plan is almost complete. "
Hayashi River took out the black letter and said, "Your Excellency Mossy Bone, the next step is to join the black market and become a Black Market Deacon. With this certificate, what else is there to go through? "
"Don't worry."
Mossy Bone held the cards and smiled warmly. Then, he threw out a round of cards and mercilessly defeated Puppet.
"If you want to become a Deacon, you need to have an armed force. Of course, with your current strength, you can control the Shadow of Void Bones, which is enough to meet the requirements."
"However, this alone isn't enough. We need to give the black market an illusion that we have an armed force, not one or two super strong individual combat masters."
"You should understand the difference between the two …"
Mossy Bone waved his rapier and said.
Hayashi River understood what Mossy Bone meant. The places under the jurisdiction of the black market were all underground forces. Large-scale battles could happen at any time.
If the Black Market Deacon didn't have an armed force, how could he deal with such a large-scale battle? No matter how strong his individual combat ability was, he would sometimes be unable to split himself.
Obtaining an armed force was not something that could be done overnight.
Of course, Hayashi River's goal was to first obtain the qualification to become a Black Market Deacon. As for the armed force under his command, he could slowly train it.
Looking at Yu, Hayashi River was deep in thought. A living being with an Activated Body should have stronger combat ability after its self-awareness was restored.
After a few days of special training and equipped with a star-level equipment, Yu's combat ability would be invincible among the three realms.
"After a few days of preparation, I'll go to the black market branch here …" Hayashi River murmured.
…
The black market branch of the mechanical beehive was also on the first underground floor.
A building not far from the Dead Bones Moss Tower was where the black market branch was located.
This building was arranged in layers of offices. It was no different from other office buildings. It was also not like what the outside world said, where the black market branch was full of murderous, bloody, and ferocious experts could be seen everywhere.
The people in this building all wore the same uniform, and they looked like company employees.
In the meeting hall of the branch in the building.
At this time, the upper echelons of the branch gathered to discuss an important matter — the certificate of the Black Market Deacon.
On the round table in the hall, there was a black letter.
Rays of light swept across, testing the authenticity of the Deacon's certificate.
After an hour of inspection, the black market deacon certificate was confirmed to be real.
"This is the first batch of black market deacon certificates, right? There's actually one that hasn't been returned? "
A member of the branch looked at the information and compared it to the drawing. He was shocked when he found out the batch of the certificate.
In the history of the black market, there had only been three batches of deacon certificates issued, and they had all been returned.
The current black market deacon certificates had to go through many tests before they could be recognized.
"This is the first batch of deacon certificates. As long as you pass two tests, you'll be qualified to be a deacon," someone murmured.
"I object. The authority of the black market deacon is very important now. How can it be granted so easily? "another member of the upper echelon said.
After all, the black market had developed to this day. Although the internal structure was relatively loose, it was already a huge organization.
The authority of the black market deacon was something that many people coveted. It was not that easy to obtain.
Immediately, the upper echelons of the branch present started a heated discussion. They all had their own opinions on whether to recognize this certificate.
After discussing for a long time, there was no conclusion. Everyone looked at the center, waiting for the branch manager's opinion.
The branch manager was a middle-aged man with a domineering aura. Looking at the black letter, he said, "You've been discussing for so long, but you seem to have forgotten one thing. Who was the first batch of deacon certificates issued to?"
Hearing this, the crowd immediately quieted down. Those who agreed smiled but did not say anything. Those who opposed looked gloomy.
Those who were present were all old foxes. How could they not consider this problem? However, since the branch manager did not mention it, they naturally did not want to touch this ancient secret.
The purpose of these people who opposed was to not have another deacon. The cake was only so big. If one more person shared it, they would get a smaller share. Who would be willing to do that?
However, the black market's first batch of deacon certificates was issued before the black market was established. It was made by the original founder.
Those who could obtain the first batch of deacon certificates were said to be experts or forces that had great power in the continent at that time.
Now that this black letter had appeared, it was likely to represent an ancient force.
If they directly rejected or did not recognize this black letter, it was very likely that they would become the enemy of this ancient force.
"Since we have this certificate, then we'll follow the rules …"
The branch manager made his decision.
None of the higher-ups present had any objections.
Half an hour later —
On the top floor of the building, Hayashi River's [Phantom of the Void Bones] appeared.
This time, the [Phantom of the Void Bones] was a middle-aged white werewolf wearing a long black suit. Every movement of his had traces of ancient aristocratic etiquette.
As for the Hui, he was wearing a full set of one-star armor, two long sabers, and a black felt hat.
Both of them had a dark silver emblem with purple thorns on it on their chests.
One of the higher-ups of the branch received Lin Chuan and Hui and brought them to the training grounds.
"You two have the deacon certificates. You only need to pass two tests to become deacons," the branch manager said with a smile.
The high-ranking member of the branch division said with a smile. From his words, it was obvious that they had gained a great advantage.
"This black letter is the first batch of certificates. We've come to become deacons of the black market in accordance with the ancient rules."
Hayashi River glanced at it and said slowly. The disguised middle-aged white werewolf's eyes were calm, and there was a kind of intimidating power in them. The branch manager shuddered and broke out in a cold sweat.
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