A word that seemed very out of place in the F70 area appeared in everyone's mind.
alliance.
Those who can reach the third floor can touch the sky with their hands. Who wouldn’t want to touch it?
If you want to go to the fourth floor, you have to hunt down the owner of the black bracelet.
No one who can get the black bracelet gets it for free.
Maybe they were all aces once!
So, it's difficult for one ace to overthrow them.
If quality is not enough, quantity can make up for it.
In Ning Fan's opinion, there should be a different kind of unity among the people on the third floor.
At least their targets are those with black bracelets.
"You mean, Gao Songchao wants to form an alliance with us to hunt..."
Huizi pointed to the stairs to the fourth floor.
Ning Fan said calmly, "We may not be able to form an alliance in the short term. This may just be basic etiquette between teams on the third floor."
It's too early to talk about alliance now.
No one understands anyone.
But one thing is guaranteed, that is, there will be basically no conflict among the teams on the third floor.
It’s very simple. If they want to exchange the bracelet for points, they can go to the hunting teams downstairs.
If you want more fame, go find someone with a black bracelet.
These teams of the same level on the third floor are difficult to deal with and have little benefit, so there is no need to kill each other.
"What if someone really wants to form an alliance with us later?"
Huizi asked again.
In fact, what he is thinking about now is not whether to hunt down those who have black bracelets.
Although they had just defeated the ace team, their morale was high.
But he was not so arrogant as to think that he could defeat the owner of the black bracelet in the same way.
He asked this question, what he wanted to express was...
Can you trust others here?
If there is no trust, how can we talk about alliance?
"Let's talk about it later!"
Ning Fan waved his hand: "It's too early to talk about this now."
"You know the price, right?"
As they were talking, they had already arrived in front of the stall.
The old man raised his eyebrows, looking half dead: "Pay the points first."
"No, we haven't asked anything yet!"
Xu Ben was a little unhappy: "80 points! You should first introduce us to your abilities."
"What's your skill?"
The old man was quite impatient: "Guaranteed ordinary spirit attachment, perfect fusion success rate of 60%, is that considered a skill?"
Ning Fan's eyes lit up.
If this old man is not bragging, he is really capable!
The minimum guarantee is ordinary spirit attachment, which means that even in the worst case scenario, you can still upgrade your soul level.
"OK."
Ning Fan did not delay. For them, nothing was more important than improving the team's strength.
After paying 80 points directly, Huizi placed his dagger and Xu Wei's long spikes on the table.
"Master, this is my weapon. You have to attach the spirit of this nail to this dagger..."
"Know."
The old man took the two weapons directly into his hands, then turned and entered the room behind him.
Huizi was unsure.
"Can this old man understand? Don't melt my shadow..."
"It should be nothing."
Although Ning Fan said this, he was not so confident in his heart.
Several people were waiting at the door anxiously.
More than an hour passed and the old man still didn't come out.
"Uncle, wake up? Turn over and go back to sleep?"
Huizi thought the old man was asleep in the house: "Or you can get up and pee."
There was no movement in the room.
Huizi couldn't wait any longer and stepped over the stall to go into the house.
But at this time, the door opened.
The old man frowned: "Where's your mother?"
Huizi was scolded so hard that he didn't react for a while. When he came to his senses and was about to curse, he saw the old man casually throw the dagger on the table.
Huizi quickly closed his mouth and picked up the dagger excitedly.
"Holy shit! It's so cold?"
This dagger is full of corruption and chill.
Ning Fan's eyes flickered.
The characteristics of the withered ghost!
This old man is really good at it!
"Anything else?"
The old man asked.
Ning Fan smiled and shook his head: "Not for now."
"oh."
The old man turned around and sat down on the recliner in the stall and fell asleep.
"Brother Hui, let's go back and try the effect."
Ning Fan felt that the withered ghost and the shadow should have a certain degree of compatibility.
But he is also looking forward to what it will become.
"Why!"
Huizi fiddled with his dagger and liked it more and more.
Although he still doesn't know the effect of the fusion, he can clearly feel that his spirit servant's soul level has been greatly improved.
Previously, the fusion of Wang Ye's brass knuckles allowed his spirit servant to be upgraded to the [Ten Souls Level] with thirteen souls.
And now…
Thirty-nine souls!
The number of souls contained in the withered ghost should be more than thirty!
After all, there will be some loss of soul in the process of possession.
The group hurried downstairs.
Just as they were about to leave the Points Square, a young man walked towards them.
"Is it Ning Fan?"
The young man was pale and looked very weak, with one arm wrapped in a thick bandage, and the other arm...
It was broken at the elbow.
These are all new injuries.
"Who are you……"
Ning Fan was startled and looked at him curiously.
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