I Hang Up In the Fantasy World

　　 Zhang Yi's eyes flashed, and the direction of his efforts was set for a period of time.

　　 One: Purify the true element.

　　Second: Improve the proficiency of the flame knife technique.

　　Part 3: Cultivating wood martial arts

　　 These three plans have been completed, and it should be able to pass the seventh round of the test, right? Zhang Yi is a little uncertain, but this is already the plan he can think of to increase his strength the most in the shortest time.

　　The plan is completed, the next step is to work hard around the plan.

　　 After bidding farewell to the family, Zhang Yi returned to the sect and went straight to the mission hall.

　　 Yes, what Zhang Yi wanted to do was to earn spiritual stones by doing tasks. After all, whether it was cultivating the wood system technique or the flame sword technique, it would cost practice points to improve his proficiency.

　　 And the practice point is equal to the spirit stone.

　　 After a year of hard work in the Beast Arena, although Zhang Yi still maintains the core belief of steady development, he has become bolder.

　　 Low-key development is definitely not an ambiguous retreat, but a decisive move under the premise of accurately controlling one's own strength.

　　 What's more, with Zhang Yi's current strength, in the Nation of Fire, as long as he is not a master of the realm, he is sure to retreat.

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　　 After becoming a disciple of the inner sect, Zhang Yi also accepted some of the tasks prescribed by the sect, so he was very familiar with the various processes of receiving tasks.

　　 Zhang Yi entered the mission hall, came to the front of the mission wall, and looked up.

　　 On the wall, there are papers with various tasks written on them. Once they are torn off, it means that they have accepted the task.

　　 "Land-level mission: Investigate the cause of the forest dying."

　　 "Yellow level task: 100 catties of iron ore."

　　 "Yellow-level task: 1st-level monster inner alchemy × 10."

　　 "Mysterious mission: kill the robber flying mouse."

　　 "Mysterious mission: kill the monster Xingyuehu."

　　 "Earth-level mission: destroy the blood evil gang."

　　 Generally speaking, the yellow-level tasks correspond to outer disciples, the profound level corresponds to inner disciples, and the earth-level tasks can only be completed by core disciples.

　　 Zhang Yi looked at it and made a decision.

　　 "I want to take this task." Walking to a counter, Zhang Yi handed the torn paper to the other party.

　　 "Okay, take out your identity token and I will register it."

　　 The moment Zhang Yi handed over the identity token, the other party was obviously taken aback, "Uh, this disciple, this is a prefecture-level mission and it is extremely dangerous."

　　 "I know." Zhang Yi nodded.

　　 "The prefecture-level tasks are extremely dangerous and difficult. Generally speaking, only core disciples can complete them." The man thought that Zhang Yi might not understand the task, and then reminded him.

　　 "I know." Zhang Yi then nodded.

　　 "Let's do it." Seeing that Zhang Yi was so persistent, the man stopped persuading him and helped Zhang Yi to register.

　　 "This task will be completed within three months. If it is overdue, it will be counted as a task failure and 1,000 contribution points will be deducted."

　　 Zhang Yi nodded and left.

　　 Core disciples can complete?

　　 Zhang Yi, who has the power of artistic conception, is now enough to kill the core disciple, so naturally he doesn't care at all.

　　 The only thing to worry about is that the wood's mood attack power is not strong, and it may make the opponent run away.

　　 Five days later, at dusk, at the foot of Greystone Mountain, a young man wearing a black suit appeared on the trail.

　　 His footsteps were slow, with a sword in his hand, he swaggered towards the mountain.

　　 Unabashedly, Lao Tzu is here to wipe out your posture.

　　 "Who!" The bandit guarding the mountain pass quickly found Zhang Yi, and after a loud roar, a dozen people rushed out.

　　 Each of these people held machetes in their hands and looked fierce.

　　 "The Blood Fiend Gang was founded by the extremely Yin sect traitor Han Fang a year ago."

　　 Facing the heavily armed bandits, Zhang Yi walked on his own, as if seeing the other party as nothing.

　　While walking, Zhang Yi still talked about the evil deeds of the Grey Shaman Gang.

　　 "In this year, three times robbed the firm, killing 14 innocent people passing by, and looted a village, causing more than 20 casualties."

　　 "Such a crime should be repented by death."

　　 "It's a hard stubble, please inform the gang leader." A thief who looked like a small boss said to the person behind him.

　　 Zhang Yi heard it, with a smile on his face, "Don't bother, let me talk to the helper."

　　 After speaking, Zhang Yi twisted the long sword in his hand and swung it from bottom to top.

　　 A pale sword light emerged, swelling rapidly in mid-air, and when it was in front of the bandits, the sword light had already expanded to seven or eight meters in length.

　　 The bright sword light flicked across, under the shining of the evening, it performed the thrilling beauty of death.

　　 Like a knife cutting a watermelon, dozens of people were separated from the top and bottom, and blood spurted.

　　 Zhang Yi kept walking, stepped over them, and then went up the mountain.

　　 Twenty minutes later, Zhang Yi came to the top of the mountain, and behind him was a path of blood.

　　 The top of the mountain is a wide flat ground. At this time, dozens of people stand on the flat side, staring at the black-clothed youth in front of them with fear.

　　 Zhang Yi looked left and right, nodded, and said with satisfaction: "It's all in the same place, it's good, I'm very enlightened, it saves me a lot of effort."

　　 "This young hero, if I leave now, I would like to expose this matter, otherwise..."

　　 The tall, dark man standing in front of a group of people, a hint of resentment flashed in his eyes, and he spoke.

　　 "Okay." Zhang Yi waved his hand, interrupting the Yin Yin man's words directly:

　　 "Let us omit those preparatory words before the fight."

　　 "Go directly to the topic."

　　 "The young man really intends to die forever?" The shadowy man said dullly ~www.novelmt.com~ It is too exaggerated. I practiced in a low-key way for decades, not for the sake of immortality, but to live to the end. "

　　 Zhang Yi's eyes were bright, his body exploded with true essence, his toes were a little bit, and the whole person rushed directly to the opposite side.

　　 "There is only one person on the other side, give me a ride!" The Yin Yin man said, holding the mace first and pushing it up.

　　 Under the light of the setting sun, at this ordinary moment, no one knows that a unilateral killing is being carried out on the top of a mountain.

　　 The beauty of dusk lies in the desolation and the light at the last moment before the night.

　　 The orange sun fell on the earth, the night came, and the battle on the top of the mountain came to an end.

　　 Zhang Yi held the long sword with a stroke, and all the blood that had just been contaminated on the sword flew out.

　　 Putting the sword into its sheath, Zhang Yi roughly cleaned the battlefield, took away all the valuables of the bandits, and returned to the sect to submit the task.

　　The advantage of this beheading mission is that not only can you obtain the opponent's resources, you can also receive a reward of the sect after returning to the sect. It can be described as double happiness, but it requires higher strength.

　　 On the way down the mountain, a cold wind hit, Zhang Yi raised his eyes and looked into the distance, his eyes getting firmer and firmer.

　　 Strength is everything!

　　In the fantasy world, only strength can decide everything!

　　……

　　 Zhang Yi returned to the sect safely and submitted the task under the surprised eyes of the man who registered the task.

　　 This must be a master who usually retreats and cultivates hard, otherwise, how could I have never heard of the other party at all, the man thought in his heart.

　　...Well, he really guessed it right.

After 　　 a period of time, Zhang Yi began to receive tasks frequently.

　　 Time just passed quietly like this.