The System Takes Me to Practice

Dark Ye's branch here is very generous and confident. There is no one to guard the gate, and there is no fear that someone will make trouble.

The area of ​​the first floor is the largest, the area of ​​the second floor is reduced by half, and the area of ​​the third floor is half that of the second floor, and so on, there are five floors.

It can be said that the branch of Dark Night is the largest building in Yongshan City.

Entering the gate, what you see is a somewhat gloomy hall. It's not because of the lack of lighting, but there is a formation that envelops the entire building.

Directly facing the door was a counter. Behind the counter stood a few beautiful female monks. Although their cultivation bases were not high, they only had a period of cultivation. But Yang Fan found at a glance that these female cultivators had been suppressed, and I was afraid that the true combat power had the strength to fight against the cultivators during the fit period.

The cabinet behind the female monks was also dazzlingly displayed with a variety of fine wines. These wines are all brewed in the dark night, with miraculous effects, limited supply per person per day.

On the left side of the lobby, there are some price lists for assassinations of various classes, as well as the prices of different levels of assassins, which are clear at a glance.

On the right side of the hall are tables for guests and killers to rest. Now there are some people sitting at the tables and enjoying the wine. The whole looks like a bar.

"someone is coming."

On the right, a woman with long yellow hair looked at Yang Fan, holding a glass cup in her hand. The cup was filled with red wine. The red hair was gorgeous, more like blood.

The woman has bright eyes and white teeth, red glamorous **** lips and red wine go very well. She wore tight-fitting dresses to show her perfect figure to the full.

Opposite the woman, there was also a man who was thirty years old. The man was cold, even if it was a beautiful woman sitting opposite, he was not moved at all, instead he closed his eyes and sipped his glass of wine.

Yang Fan was a little surprised by the woman's face and figure, but it was only so. Compared with Sun Yunzhu of the Sun family, his temperament was a bit worse, at least Yang Fan didn't like glamorous women.

To be honest, Yang Fan has some good feelings for Sun Yunzhu in his heart, not only because she is beautiful.

Recovered, Yang Fan walked toward the counter.

"Oh?"

The woman showed a surprised expression, with red lipsticks printed on the glass cup.

"Hello, what do you need?"

Anyone can enter the Night Killing Craft Club, so the female monks at the counter are very respectful.

"I want to be a killer."

Strictly speaking, the killer of the dark night is equivalent to a mercenary on the earth, and the dark night is equivalent to a mercenary company. The two are employment relationships. It's not that being the killer of the dark night is the person of the dark night.

Therefore, if the killer of the dark night dies, the dark night will not retaliate, at most it will send people to investigate the situation, unless the interests of the dark night are involved. Then decide whether to let a more advanced killer perform the task according to the requirements of the employer.

"Ok."

Yang Fan was received by a young woman with a pony tail. Faced with Yang Fan's request, the woman was not surprised, and obviously wanted to be a killer of Dark Night.

"Okay, fill in your name, strength and code name on this form, as well as the spell attributes you are good at."

If he just became an ordinary killer of Dark Ye, Dark Ye would not mind the details of the person who came, nor whether he was an undercover agent sent by other forces. But if you become a person inside the dark night, dark night's intelligence personnel will investigate the person clearly.

Soon, Yang Fan completed it. The ponytail woman took the form and led Yang Fan into the second floor.

As soon as he stepped into the second layer, Yang Fan felt that the formation restriction was stronger.

"Tong Lao!"

When entering the door on the second floor, an old man walked out of it, and the ponytail woman hurriedly bowed.

The old man called Tong Lao nodded slightly and took the form in the woman's hand.

"In the middle of refining virtual reality, Ma Xudong..."

The old man glanced at Yang Fan slightly, then closed his eyes.

The high-level disguise is not something that the old man in front of him can see through, otherwise, with Yang Fan's twenty-year-old being the high-level realm of the mid-fitting, the old man will be amazed.

"This is the manager in charge of the assessment-Tong Lao, here Tong Lao has the final say."

The implication of the ponytail woman is to make Yang Fan hurry to salute.

However, it is impossible for Brother Yang to salute an old man in the late stage of the fit.

The five breath time passed, and Yang Fan did not move.

"Ok?"

Tong Lao's face sank, and his heart was suddenly unhappy, but he was hiding well.

"Forget it, since Xiang has become a killer, come with me."

After all, the old man put his hands behind his back and walked to the second floor of the examination field.

Entering inside, Yang Fan discovered that there were dozens of arenas, large and small, and a few people were fighting. But at this time there is no assessment to become a killer.

So after seeing Tong Lao leading Yang Fan in, they all stopped fighting.

"One shot!"

Tong Lao said to a man with stubble all around his mouth.

The stubble man immediately came to Tong Lao and bowed.

"He is here for the assessment, in the mid stage of refining."

The stubble man named Yidao looked at Yang Fan up and down, then showed a big yellow tooth, a faint smell came, grinning.

"Persist in fifty strokes and you can pass the assessment."

Tong Lao spoke suddenly.

He was taken aback for a while, and subconsciously responded, "Tong Lao, not ten tricks..."

"Now it's changed!"

Tong Lao had to interrupt before the last two words of the knife were spoken.

Although he had only lived for twenty years, how could Yang Fan not know that this old man who claimed to be Tong Lao was deliberately making things difficult for him, probably because of his disrespect to him before.

One-shot strength Yang Fan saw at a glance. He possessed the strength of a half-step fit stage. A monk with this kind of strength can deal with a monk in the middle stage of refining. It's boring, let alone insist on fifty strokes.

In an instant, the killers in the surrounding dark night cast sympathetic glances at Yang Fan.

I offended the elders at first, and I won’t feel good in the future.

Soon Yang Fanhe Yidao came to the ring.

"Go ahead."

Yang Fan said indifferently.

He smiled, with a big hand, without any hidden moves, he grabbed Yang Fan's neck directly.

Yang Fan remained motionless, as if frightened stupidly.

Everyone in the audience laughed and asked not to bully the small with a big knife and give Yang Fan a chance to catch his breath.

Tong Lao still bears his hands behind his back, giving people a kind of superior temperament outside the world.

"Huh! Junior, this is the price of your disrespect to me."

Tong Lao sneered in his heart.

Snapped!

Just when Yidao's big hand was about to grab Yang Fan, Yang Fan's right hand shot out like lightning, just a light tap. The left hand that he grabbed with a knife was uncontrollably hit his cheek with tremendous force, and blood overflowed from his nostrils.

Quiet!

Everyone, including Tong Lao, was stunned at this moment, thinking that they had seen an illusion.