About the fact that I only have one move to clear the customs

The headline on the page is a stunningly beautiful woman in a white dress, who is Ye Caiwei, the goddess of flowers whom she just met yesterday.

"Message from the Flower God: Learn this move in the kung fu room, and it's not a dream to advance every day!"

Ning Fan raised his eyebrows, the title was still the same as before, wasting the Flower God's cards for nothing...

After browsing the forum for a while, Ning Fan continued to get up and do push-ups.

……

Time flies like an arrow, the days of growing strength are unpretentious and boring, and three months pass by in a flash.

Today is the day when the d-level deacon selection competition that has been looking forward to for three months will start.

"Dong dong dong!" There was a knock on the door on time.

Ning Fan sat up with dark eyes, "Please come in."

"The conference is about to start in three hours. Don't hurry up. You'll know when you sleep. They tell you that doing too much handicraft is bad for your health, but you just don't listen..." Wang Chao walked into the room cursing .

Ning Fan packed his things and didn't bother to pay attention to his nagging.

Wang Chao had an expression of hating iron but not steel, "Don't you just pack it up the night before? Didn't you bring your sword when you went to the battlefield? Did you bring the recovery pill..."

"Let's go." Ning Fan came to the door and said calmly.

Wang Chao curled his lips and said:

"Waste another 5 minutes of my time, 5 minutes a day, you are trying to kill yourself!"

"Go or not?" Ning Fan made a gesture to draw his sword.

Wang Chao shuddered, turned around and went out, "I took you to brush the level for three months, is this how you repay your kindness?"

"Yes, after three months of leveling, your old man is level 35, and I'm still level zero, do you have the guts to say that?" Ning Fan closed the door with a smile, Li Qingjun and Ma Dan were waiting at the door with a smile.

The two of them have grown a lot in the past three months, and now they are both at level [-], reaching Wang Chao's level three months ago.

It seems unbelievably slow, but this is the progress of a normal player. As the level increases, the experience required to upgrade is also multiplied. Both of them are the results of a month of brushing with Wang Chao.

Ning Fan is naturally still level zero, but his health and stamina have reached a level that is acceptable.

"Let's go." Ma Dan and Li Qingjun smiled at them.

Having known each other for a few months, the four of them are under the same roof again, and their relationship is already very close.

Ning Fan glanced at the screen, pouted and said:

"It didn't start until twelve o'clock, and it's only nine o'clock now. I don't know what you guys are in a hurry for."

"Ning Fan, aren't you excited? You will soon see the living Flower Goddess, she is the beauty benchmark of our guild!" Li Qingjun winked.

Ning Fan laughed, "You may not believe me when I tell you, but Flower God and I are old acquaintances."

This is indeed the case. Every time Ning Fan visits the forum, he can see Caiwei. She is the "traffic password" of the Daybreak Guild. Without her portrait, the reading volume of the article is almost equal to zero.

Wang Chao's yin and yang strange air said:

"It's a pity, you know him, but he doesn't know you."

"It's even more pity that a certain fat house is waiting for the headlines of Sister Huashen's sister with advertisements every day, but he doesn't even see her real face." Ning Fan said with a smile.

Wang Chao retorted:

"It's as if you've seen it before. You bought a golden head portrait frame. Do you really treat yourself like an onion?"

Ning Fan laughed out loud and stopped arguing with him.

The four of them talked and laughed, and soon came to the square in the west of the city - "Dawn" square.

At this time, Liming Square was already crowded with people. Of course, most of them were "extras" invited by the guild, and there were only a few hundred people who actually participated in the meeting.

Rows and rows of wooden benches were filled, and the npc aborigines held banners, flags or nameplates in their hands, and the square was full of people, and it was very lively.

"Holding a selection meeting is like a large-scale fan meeting. The guild is really a waste." Li Qingjun frowned.

Li Qingjun has always disliked noisy environments, but Wang Chao on the side is the opposite, he likes the excitement the most, he smacked his lips and said:

"Brother Qing Jun, you are wrong. The guild protects the residents of a city, and the residents have faith and hope. And they surround the guild, and we are happy. Even if there are many group performances, it is proof that everyone supports and loves us. "

Li Qingjun nodded slightly, and the four of them entered the square, and the audience cheered one after another. Wang Chao seemed to have been beaten to death, as if tens of thousands of people were cheering for him alone, and kept waving to both sides. Greetings, and interact with NPCs with a cordial handshake.

Finally entering the venue, the four found a seat in front of them and sat down.

Ma Dan was talking to Li Qingjun, while Wang Chao was bragging about something to the yellow robe player next to him, because his level of more than 30 levels looked very outstanding, and he gained a lot of "fans" in a short while.

Ning Fan ignored the weird gazes from all around and Wang Chao's showing off from time to time, and started to do push-ups on the spot.

After doing push-ups for three months, Ning Fan would sometimes get up and do them in his dreams, and he wanted to do them when he was free. If he didn't do them for a day, he would feel uncomfortable...

As he was doing push-ups quickly, white words kept coming out of his head:

Stamina +1

Stamina +1

……

"Brother Wang, this..." the girl who was watching on the side asked curiously.

Wang Chao raised his eyebrows and smiled:

"This man was nicknamed the Little Prince of Push-ups, and doing push-ups is a masterpiece of our guild. Let me tell you, he once..."

Wang Chao's miraculous stories caused the girls to exclaim and chuckle from time to time, surrounded by Yingying Yanyan, Wang Chao was in the limelight for a while.

Ning Fan acted like no one else was around, just silently doing push-ups, and soon his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

"Lord Ning Fan..." A girl in yellow robe pushed aside the crowd, came to Ning Fan, and said happily:

"My lord, I finally found you."

Ning Fan stopped doing push-ups, got up and sat on the wooden bench to rest, "Qing Yao, why are you here?"

Qing Yao turned her head to look at the suspicious eyes of the people around her, then looked at Ning Fan and said in a daze:

"My lord, what's going on?"

"Oh, they listen to people's stories." Ning Fan glanced at Wang Chao and continued:

"What are you looking for from me?"

Qing Yao covered her mouth and chuckled, "This is not where you sit, sir."

Ning Fan was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that he patted his head. During this period of time, he was a bit obsessed with doing push-ups. As a guest of the Hall of Fame, his seat must be very eye-catching. Sit in any corner.

"What does this lady mean?" Wang Chao on the side suddenly became unhappy, and snorted coldly:

"Do you mean that my brother is not worthy to sit here? If you want to occupy the seat, you have to ask my magic weapon if he agrees!"

Speaking with an awe-inspiring look, he rolled up his sleeves to reveal the big gold bracelet on his wrist.

"Brother Wang is doing great!" Everyone on the side naturally disliked Qing Yao's domineering approach, cheering and supporting Wang Chao.

"How about it..." Ning Fan tried his best to suppress a smile, "Qing Yao, go and sit in my seat, I'll just sit here."

"How can that be possible?" Qing Yao's pretty face turned bitter, "Lord Flower God's seat is right next to yours..."