I Hang Up In the Fantasy World

Zhang Yi's eyes flickered, and the direction of his efforts for the next period of time was determined.

One: purify true essence.

Second: Improve the proficiency of the flame knife technique.

The third: practice wood martial arts

After these three plans are completed, they should be able to pass the seventh round of tests, right? Zhang Yi is a little uncertain, but this is already the plan to improve his strength the most in the shortest time he can think of.

After 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.

That's right, what Zhang Yi wanted was to do tasks to earn spirit stones. After all, whether it was practicing wood-type kungfu or flame knife skills, it would take practice points to improve proficiency.

And the practice point is equal to the spirit stone.

After a year of honing in the Hundred Beasts Arena, although Zhang Yi still maintains his core belief of steady development, he has become more courageous.

Low-key development is by no means a blind retreat, but a decisive move on the premise of accurately controlling one's own strength.

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

After becoming an inner disciple, Zhang Yi also accepted some tasks stipulated by the sect, so he was very familiar with the various procedures for accepting tasks.

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

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

"Prefecture-level mission: Investigate the cause of the forest's desolation."

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

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

"Mysterious-level mission: Kill the Thief Flying Squirrel."

"Mysterious-level mission: Kill the monster Xingyue Tiger."

"Earth-level mission: Destroy the Blood Fiend Gang."

Generally speaking, yellow-level missions correspond to outer disciples, mysterious-level missions correspond to inner disciples, and prefecture-level missions can only be completed by core disciples.

Zhang Yi looked at it and made a decision.

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

"Okay, take out your ID token and let me register."

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

"I know." Zhang Yi nodded.

"Earth-level missions are extremely dangerous and difficult, and generally speaking, only core disciples can complete them." The man thought that Zhang Yi might not understand the situation of the mission, and then reminded him.

"I know." Zhang Yi then nodded.

"Okay." Seeing that Zhang Yi was so stubborn, the man stopped persuading him and helped Zhang Yi register.

"This mission is to be completed within three months. If it is overdue, it will be counted as a mission failure and 1000 contribution points will be deducted."

Zhang Yi nodded and left.

Only core disciples can complete it?

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

The only thing to worry about is that the wood artistic conception's attack power is not strong, which may make the opponent run away.

Five days later, at dusk, at the foot of Huishi Mountain, a young man appeared on the trail in a black jacket.

He walked slowly, holding a sword in his hand, and walked up the mountain swaggeringly.

An undisguised attitude that I am here to destroy you.

"Who is it!" The bandits guarding the mountain pass quickly found Zhang Yi, and after a loud roar, dozens of people rushed out.

Each of these people held a machete in their hands and looked fierce. They were all people who licked blood with the tip of their knives.

"The Blood Fiend Gang was founded a year ago by Han Fang, a traitor from the Extreme Yin Sect."

Facing the heavily armed bandits, Zhang Yi walked on his own, as if ignoring the other party.

While walking, Zhang Yi talked about all kinds of evil deeds of the Huisha Gang.

"During the year, the company was robbed three times, killing 14 innocent people passing by, and looting a village, causing more than 20 casualties."

"Such evil deeds should be repented with death."

"It's a hard stubble, let the leader know quickly." The bandit who looked like a little boss said to the people behind him.

When Zhang Yi heard this, a smile appeared on his face, "Don't bother, let me talk to the leader."

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

A pale sword light emerged and expanded rapidly in mid-air. By the time it reached the bandit, the sword light had expanded to a length of seven or eight meters.

The bright sword light flashed across, and under the light of dusk, it performed the thrilling beauty of death.

Like cutting a watermelon with a knife, dozens of people's bodies were separated up and down, and blood gushed out.

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

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

The top of the mountain was a wide flat land, and at this time, dozens of people were standing on one side of the flat land, 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 a pile, it's very good, very enlightened, it saved me a lot of effort."

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

The tall and shadowy man standing in front of a group of people spoke with a trace of resentment in his eyes.

"Okay." Zhang Yi waved his hand and directly interrupted the Yinyin man's words:

"Let's just omit those preliminaries before the fight."

"Let's get straight to the point."

"Young hero really intends to never die?" the shadowy man asked dully.

"It's too exaggerated. I practiced low-key for decades, not to keep dying, but to live to the end."

Zhang Yi's eyes were bright, his body exploded with true energy, and with a tap of his toes, he rushed directly to the opposite side.

"There's only one person on the other side, go for me!" the shadowy man said, and took the lead in holding the mace and pushing it up.

Under the light of the setting sun, at this ordinary moment, no one knew that a one-sided massacre was going on on the top of a mountain.

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

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

Zhang Yi swiped the long sword in his hand, and all the blood that had just been stained on the sword flew out.

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

The advantage of this beheading mission is that not only can you get the opponent's resources, but you can also receive a reward from 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 gust of cold wind hit, Zhang Yi raised his eyes and looked into the distance, his eyes became more determined.

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 practice hard, otherwise how could I have never heard of the other party at all, the man thought to himself.

...Well, he really guessed right.

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

Time passed quietly like this.