Why did you mess up the copy again?

"Stop talking about poetry!"

Seeing that everyone was so out of tune, Wang Ba slammed the table, "Quickly think of a way, what should we do now?"

Hu Dali said: "Old Wang, calm down."

"Calm down! Why do you want me to calm down!"

Zhao Wuji pressed his shoulder: "I can arrange it."

"Arrangement? Could it be that you know some big boss who can provide helpful information?" Wang Ba seemed to grasp at straws.

Zhao Wuji shook his head and said, "No, I can leave an empty bed in the hospital. If I lose consciousness, I might try to rescue it."

Wu Sun said happily: "Hey, team leader, don't say it, even if you fail to pass the level, if you can keep your consciousness, then it is equivalent to passing."

"What kind of secret realm are you, Ah Q!"

Wang Ba felt that it was abnormal for these people to compete one by one, so he turned to Li Rui: "What do you think?"

"I?"

Li Rui came back to his senses, "I hope that the bed left by Team Leader Zhao can be equipped with a beautiful nurse."

Wang Ba was numb all over, he felt as if he was the only one in the whole world actively thinking of a solution.

At this moment, Wen Yan frowned and said: "Xiao Rui, how could you do this!"

That's right, I'm still thinking about beautiful nurses!

Brother Ba shouted frantically in his heart, as if he had found a confidant.

"I also studied nursing, am I not as beautiful as other nurse sisters!"

The point is who is beautiful! ! ! Wang Ba felt that only he was a normal person.

Day after day passed, Li Rui went to the Guotong Building for training every night, and now, there were less than 24 hours left before entering the Yaofeng Temple dungeon.

"Yes! Yes!"

Wen Yan was wearing a mid-length floral dress and rushed in with sandals, "I found out from the Xuanlinghui that someone had entered the secret realm of Yaofeng Temple eight years ago! When I asked for advice before, that The team members are dealing with the folding of the situation, so they didn't receive our request for help."

Wang Ba Wu Bing and Wu Sun all gathered.

"How? Is there any useful information?"

Wen Yan seemed to be trotting upstairs, and took a few sips of water before continuing: "That's a copy of the survival class."

Survival dungeons, the main task is to stay in the designated area for a long enough time, the only goal is to ensure your own survival, no need to solve puzzles, no need to fight monsters.

This also means that the environment in the dungeon is often very dangerous.

"What else?"

Wang Ba asked, "What is it like inside, is it survival by force or survival by environment?"

Wen Yan subconsciously stroked the glass of cold water with her hand: "I don't know, the four-person team only persisted in it for five minutes, I mean five minutes in the dungeon, and then it was all gone."

She forced a smile: "At least their souls are intact, maybe Xiao Rui will be fine."

No.

Li Rui thought to himself from the side, if the disappearance of the soul depends on luck, there is a high probability that something will happen to me.

The Baili Society is east to the provincial branch.

Sitting on the sofa in the reception room, Wu Mengying opened a pdf file on her mobile phone, which was the information Wang Ba passed on to her.

"Xiao Wu, why are you so serious?"

An old man sitting across from him asked with a smile. There were several other people in the room, all of whom were about the same age as Wu Mengying. Only the one sitting in the main seat was the oldest. He was the provincial president of the Baili Society, 75. A high-level high-level secret agent, regardless of strength or status, is the apex of everyone present.

Wu Mengying shook her head slightly: "President Song, do you know what happened to Li Rui a few days ago?"

"Hehehe, the kid who beat up the puppet? You know, didn't I write a poem for him?"

The old man surnamed Song was calm and breezy, as if he was an outsider, but when he thought of that poem, the expressions of the others were a little weird.

Wu Mengying said: "Yaofeng Temple is a ten-star dungeon. Just now, someone in our organization asked Xuanlinghui for information. It is said that this dungeon is very dangerous."

President Song sighed: "I have discussed it with several vice presidents. This dungeon is very difficult, and it is a level 1-5 dungeon. Most of the people who enter are newcomers with little experience."

He scanned all the people present with his eyes: "Previously, in the four major organizations, almost no one won this dungeon, so it didn't attract relevant attention. This Li Rui can be used as an observation object and give us an early warning. But Xiao Wu, I advise you to be prepared to give up."

Wu Mengying hesitated to speak, but after some hesitation, she still said: "I want to help him stabilize his soul with the broken branches of the spirit."

"Sister Wu, is it worth it? He's just a newcomer, and holding a broken branch of a spirit is a legendary material." Someone asked beside him.

Those present here are all people in power, and their way of thinking is to only consider gains and losses.

Wu Mengying said: "That child has a different temperament. I don't know, but I always feel that he will be a little different in the future."

For the intuition of non-prophetist occupations, most people expressed indifference and dissuaded them. The core idea is to obey the destiny.

There are also people who support it, thinking that it is just a material. Although it is expensive, it is not an unbearable loss for them, and it can be used as an investment.

During the whole process, Chairman Song was noncommittal, and only came out to call a stop when the debate between the two factions became more and more intense.

"Okay, Xiao Wu decided on the matter of the Huangliang branch. Others can just take care of themselves. This topic will stop here. You guys report the results of the discussion on the significant increase in the overlapping frequency of the current situation."

In contrast, the president of the entire Donglin Province has too many things to worry about. A newcomer, and a newcomer with a high probability of failing in the first instance, he doesn't pay too much attention .

Unless that dumbfounded young man can bring him a little shock.

Ten minutes before Li Rui entered the Yaofeng Temple, Wang Ba and the others gathered around the chair nervously.

Today, even the team leaders from the previous trainings came.

Originally, they didn't have much hope for this newcomer. It was Wang Ba who talked about it, so he asked them to spare time to impart some of their respective experiences.

But after teaching, several team leaders have established a relationship with Li Rui. Of course, they hope that the people they have instructed can pass this ten-star dungeon.

"Remember what I said!"

Hu Dali said energetically, "Don't be afraid of the high-star dungeon, limit the number of black stars, use your brain more and think more, try to trigger as few random and hidden events as possible, and clear the main story and you're done, understand?"

Li Rui lay on the chair and saluted: "Understood, sir!"

The two seemed to have reached a tacit understanding, and smiled at each other.

Not long after, the time on the engraving came to an end, and Li Rui felt the familiar drowsiness. In the eyes of everyone, he entered the first official copy.

Ten stars, Yaofeng Temple.