I have nightmares to get stronger

Chapter 911

Now that Han Dong has made up his mind to trade, he naturally won't procrastinate, but before the trade, there is no problem in sending all the ghost soldiers out to dig blood iron ore.

At this time, the number of undead creatures in the land of the ruins in the ancient clock has exceeded [-], but except for the thousand ghost insect soldiers recruited by Han Dong himself, which are broken stars, the other undead insects born in the land of the ruins Bing, the strength is only comparable to that of a high-level spiritual master, and it will take a lot of time to upgrade to the Broken Star Realm.

Nether insect soldiers with only the strength of high-level spiritual masters can only kill enemies in the low-light environment even if they use the God Killing Art. , but it is perfectly adequate.

In a week, Han Dong excavated nearly 300 tons of blood iron ore, almost equivalent to the output of the previous month.

"That's the best it can be..." Han Dong sighed, stroking a rolled up sheepskin scroll in his hand.

This is a training application for the Tower of Heaven. As long as you take it to the Tower of Heaven, you can get a one-month training qualification. During this month, the trainee has the same rights as a disciple of the Tower of Heaven, and can have a During this period, it would be great if he could be favored by the Heavenly Tower and be accepted as an official disciple. Even if he failed the examination, he would have to leave in the end, but with a month to study in the Heavenly Tower, he would be able to You can learn a lot of knowledge that the outside world can't get at all.

"It feels like a unit's social recruitment qualification..." Han Dong touched the sheepskin scroll, and thought to himself: "Such an organization must have a specific recruitment channel, and this kind of training qualification is actually for specific recruitment A supplement to the approach!"

According to Han Dong's understanding, there is only one organization in the Siberia that can obtain the complete monthly meditation method, and that is the Yanlong Cemetery in the Yanlong Principality.

If you want to become a disciple of Yanlong Cemetery, you must first become an attendant of Yanlong. Only after three years of serving as an attendant of Yanlong will you have the opportunity to be eligible for recommendation.

Moreover, the qualification to be a rock dragon waiter is not something that can be obtained casually, it must be recommended by a member duchy of the Siberian United States.

The review procedures are very cumbersome, and this kind of qualification is almost monopolized by the high-level officials of each principality. Han Dong has very little chance of obtaining it.

Although Han Dong once helped Yanlong Giant, in order to thank him, Yanlong specially gave him a scale. It was precisely because of this scale that Han Dong became a potential competitor of Yanlong Grand Duke.

Before gaining the strength to stand in front of Grand Duke Yanlong, Han Dong was unwilling to take a step closer to Duke Yanlong.

Moreover, the moon-level meditation method owned by Yanlong Cemetery is obviously biased towards the earth system, while Han Dong is more inclined to the space system meditation method, and the meditation method of Yanlong Cemetery is obviously not suitable for him.

"In addition to the Rock Dragon Cemetery and the Heaven Tower, the Xiji Alliance also has the Shadow Ship and the Blue Flame as organizations with moon-level meditation methods! It's just that these two organizations, like the Heaven Tower, have specific recruitment channels, and people who have nothing to do with them Don’t even think about joining.” Han Dong glanced at the application form for advanced training in the Paradise Tower in his hand, and said to himself: “It seems that there are many ways to get the moon-level meditation method, but the ones that can really go through are also possible. only this……"

……

hum~
A huge roar came from the airships one after another. These are the airships that are about to sail away. All the passengers lined up and walked towards the airship along the long stairs.

Among the crowd, Han Dong slowly boarded towards an airship that was about to take off. At this time, the airship was more than ten meters above the ground. Walking in front of Han Dong was a fat man, tightly holding a body that was almost as tall as him. suitcase.

Every time he took a step, the fat man would take out his handkerchief to wipe the sweat off his forehead. Han Dong estimated that this man might have a serious fear of heights. Judging by his appearance, he didn't even dare to glance at both sides of the stairs.

Han Dong was speechless for a moment. This is only a dozen meters high, which is only the height of a three or four-story building. How could he be afraid of being like this.

After finally boarding the airship, Han Dong realized that he was sitting with that fat man, watching him clumsily trying to put the suitcase into the overhead compartment, but because the suitcase was too big, he tried Unable to put it in after several times, Han Dong couldn't help but stepped forward, raised his hand and pushed it lightly, and helped him put the suitcase in.

"Thank you, young man, if it weren't for you, I would have been unable to get in such a big box by myself." The fat man quickly thanked Han Dong.

Han Dong waved his hand and didn't care. After all, if he couldn't put the box in, he couldn't get into the seat either.

"Young man, did you also go to the Xiji League? To travel, go to school, or go to work?" The fat man finally sat down on the seat, took out his handkerchief and wiped the oily sweat on his face, and greeted Han Dong with a smile stand up.

"Travel." Han Dong glanced at him, suddenly a look of surprise appeared on his face, but he quickly covered it up.

This fat man looks like an ordinary person, but in fact he is also a spiritual master. Although he can't judge the other party's real strength for a while because he hides it deeply, the spiritual energy faintly emanating from his sea of ​​consciousness is captured by Han. Dong keenly captured it.

"Little brother, this is my business card. When you go to the Xiji Union, you can find me at the Eagle Chamber of Commerce when you have time. I will treat you to dinner." The fat man handed a bronzing business card to Han Dong and said with a smile.

Han Dong casually took it over and glanced at it. The base picture of the business card was an eagle spreading its wings. There were only three lines of very simple words written on it. The first line was "Eagle Chamber of Commerce", the second line was "Gu An", and the second line was "Gu An". Three lines is a phone number.

"Sorry, I don't have a business card." Han Dong put the business card away and said lightly.

Gu An waved his hand and said: "It's okay, it's okay, little brother, please contact me when you have time, I'll pick you up!"

Han Dong smiled slightly, did not speak, took out his mobile phone and began to search for information about the Paradise Tower, but there was very little information that could be found on the Internet. Just looking at the information on the Internet, Han Dong didn't even know what the nature of the Paradise Tower was. organize.

"Universities, mercenary organizations, terrorist organizations, superhuman organizations...there's such a mess on the Internet, you can say anything!" Han Dong turned off his phone helplessly, closed his eyes slightly, and waited for the airship to set sail.

"I've built this airship for countless times. Every time I ride it, I'm still very scared..." Gu An glanced out the window and said to himself, "It would be great if I could become a superhuman. I heard that the Heaven Tower A transcendent who relies on his own strength can fly, much faster than an airship..."

"Paradise Tower!"

Han Dong opened his eyes suddenly, turned his head to look at Gu An.

hum~
At this moment, the airship shook violently and began to lift off slowly, while Gu An looked scared, closed his eyes slightly, and tightly clenched the handkerchief with his two fat hands.

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(End of this chapter)