After practicing level all day, Yang Hai had to admit that seeing that he had reached level 1, 87% of the experience bar, he really felt a sense of accomplishment. No wonder everyone ignored the task and was fighting monsters and upgrading.

However, Yang Hai still felt that it was more enjoyable to do tasks, mainly because he fell in love with the pleasure of completing tasks.

In the evening, the people in the group made an appointment to play cards together, but the time for the offline operation was almost here. Yang Hai thought about it and might have visited Mutum while the blacksmith shop was not closed. He could still receive hidden tasks, so he politely declined the invitation to play cards.

Uncle and the others knew that Yang Hai had a task to do, so they didn't force him.

apm30 also joked: "The people in our second regiment have all their habits. It seems that the military advisor, your habit is to do tasks. It is indeed a professional player."

"What are your hobbies?" Yang Hai asked curiously.

"The leader likes narcissism." The devil said with a chuckling, "I like to spend time; the sky likes to pick up which pot is not open; Zhenyuan has a cleanliness obsession; Apm30 likes to hook up with women; Milk tea likes to tease men; Uncle King likes--"

"Shut up!" Uncle King, who had always been very calm, blushed slightly.

Yang Hai immediately asked with interest: "What?"

The devil said with a smile in the king's helpless expression: "Uncle the king likes women with big breasts. When he first met Sister Milk Tea, he didn't understand its rotten nature and tried to eat tender grass by the old cow. As a result... Hum, Hum."

Yang Hai looked at Milk Tea's rare blushing face, and the king looked like he was about to eat the demon, and laughed, and stopped experiencing this mixed water, and went straight to the blacksmith shop.

However, Yang Hai forgot about the passage of time in the game. In reality, six hours, sixty hours in the game have passed, the server has stopped, and the virtual dimension of the game has also stopped at the same time, waiting for the player to restart the next time he enters the game.

It was already 6 o'clock in the morning when he got up from the health cabin.

As usual, I had a free hand and started working after washing up.

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Zhang Ben was very depressed, very depressed, and at the same time he was extremely excited. If one word had to be used to describe his current mood, it was: entanglement.

Zhang's Jinghu Co., Ltd. is a famous name. The Zhang's Group is definitely the leading chaebol in China. As the only son of Zhang, Zhang Ben lived a life of luxury and food since childhood.

When he was young, he said to his grandma: "Grandma, they said that even if I want the stars in the sky, someone will pick them off for me. Is that true?"

His grandmother smiled but said nothing. On the fourth day, Zhang Ben received several meteorite fragments that had just fallen on the earth. The small ones were only as big as fists, and the big ones were transported in the train.

"Look, the stars you want are here. These are the flattest pieces of meteors in a year. But they don't seem very beautiful, right?"

From then on, Zhang Ben understood a lot.

For Zhang Ben, the experience of being rejected may not have been many times in his life.

He remembered the mysterious young administrator at the Yuanxing Professional Chain Game Club Headquarters.

"I accept you as my disciple? No, you are too cruel, I can't afford to lose this person."

"You are not a rookie, at most you are just a vegetable worm."

...

As the young director of Jinghu Company, Zhang Ben did not have the bad habits of other young men due to his strict tutoring. He did not like to show off, did not like luxury cars, did not like to show off, did not like to bring bodyguards wherever he went, and even did not like too luxurious clothes.

But Mr. Zhang has a hobby: games, all kinds of games.

If it weren't for being the only son, who knew that he would definitely take over Jinghu Company in the future, Zhang Ben might have proposed to be a professional player with the strict and kind father. However, the real wealthy and real poor children matured early. Although Zhang Ben is only 13 years old this year, he would not have said such things to his father so ignorant.

As the person who is held in the palm of the hand of everyone, Zhang Ben's benign hobby has been fully supported.

These days, games are not the same as more than a thousand years ago. In the past, everyone said that playing things is disgusting, but with the development of the game industry and the improvement of the law, now that you like playing games is the same as you like singing, it is definitely a benign hobby.

Zhang Ben has been exposed to various games since he was a child. In addition to not planning to be a professional player, he has received no less influence than a professional player. Although business knowledge is something that wealthy young masters must learn, business knowledge is also a compulsory course for professional players. Zhang Ben's parents even spent a lot of money to invite famous masters and famous educators in the game industry to enlighten him.

Zhang Ben has also outstanding gaming talent. Many people who have taught him think that this young man's strength can almost be mixed in the semi-professional league.

Speaking of which, Zhang Ben went to Yuanxing that day just by chance.

The machines at his home are much more upscale than those in the Yuanxing Game Hall. It is just that the game hall is a place that every player will definitely visit. Master Zhang Ben only entered that day with the idea of ​​"enriching his life experience".

Of course, Zhang Ben has also read the ancient classic novel "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" and also knows that such a famous character is like the mysterious Sweeping Monk. But he has always regarded such people as fantasy and thought they only exist in the novel.

Who knew who would come to expect...

Zhang Ben stood in front of the distant star and felt deeply moved.

I used to be stuck at home and worked in a closed-door manner. I thought I was good at it, but I didn’t expect that there were such people in a small B-level game club.

It turns out that this is the world.

For a moment, Master Zhang actually had this idea.

However, Mr. Zhang has been knowledgeable since childhood and has never really looked down on himself. You should know that his several enlightenment teachers are all famous figures in the game industry. Except for the strange temperament of the old king on Taihang Mountain, he really can't invite him - his father didn't dare to speak up - Zhang Ben basically met all the famous figures in the game industry. He did not see it from a picture, but in real life, he watched it face to face. Some people signed his own autographs, while others were charged rewards and taught him to play games.

It is precisely because of this that Zhang Ben felt more and more that the young administrator was really a god-like man like a sweeping monk.

Not known to the world, but it is invincible.

Although Zhang Ben's level is only at the limit of a semi-professional player, he has seen countless things since he was a child, and his eyes are really vicious. In his opinion, there are not many real masters in this world.

But that day, he shouted to Yang Hai without hesitation: "Great Master!"

Regardless of other games, the level of the person named Yang Hai, just as for the King of Fighters, Zhang Ben had a vague judgment in his heart.

Even if the mysterious young sweeping monk faces Mingh, the first player in the world, he may not lose.

Zhang Ben even felt that the person named Yang Hai might be better.

Of course, the group of novices from the far-star can't be seen. If Zhang Ben did not have these poisonous eyes, he would not be able to see them. What made him make this judgment was Yang Hai's expression.

Yang Hai completed such a shocking operation, but it seemed that he didn't waste any effort at all. He was able to ridicule himself while completing those god-level operations, completely looking like he had enough energy.

Too powerful, too high-end, too powerful!

Seeing Yuanxing open the door, Zhang Ben walked in with anticipation.

The Sweeping Monk is here, and I am the only one in the world who knows his strength.

Zhang Ben's heart was filled with the feeling of fulfillment that little secrets filled his heart.

This feeling of mastering the secret is so cool!

Although it's a little perverted...

But after Yang Hai saw Zhang Ben, his first reaction was.

Baby pain.

I went there, this little ancestor has been pestering me for a long time and is still persevering. Is this too perseverance?

Yang Hai looked at his little fat man helplessly, reached out to twist his face, and watched the fat face constantly deform under his own kneading. The bodyguard of Zhang's group who followed far behind was also in a bad mood.

His second uncle, does this little administrator know who he is pinching? Does he know how much a hair on the face he is pinching?

"Little fat man, what are you going to do?" After pinching for a while and reaching the conclusion that the touch is good, Yang Hai casually turned on a light brain and waited for the machine to start.

"Great master, please accept me as your disciple!" Zhang Ben looked at the young sweeping monk with his eyes.

Yang Hai said decisively: "There is no chance, don't even think about it."

Zhang Ben said aggrievedly: "I'm not a bad person! At my age, my level is already very good."

That's true. Zhang Ben is indeed not weak at the age of 13. But...
Chapter completed!