Chapter 672 The Price of Fighting

"Yan Feng, my cousin suddenly went offline last night. Did something happen?"

In the conference room, Xiaoqian ignored the eyes of everyone present and stared at Yan Feng. She seemed to want to see something from those deep black gem eyes. Seeing that he frowned slightly, she said suspiciously, "You don't even pay attention to the integration of activity points. Do you live with my cousin now?"

"Oh, how do you know?" Zheng Hantai's unintentional rhetorical question completely exposed Yan Bing's matter.

Yan Feng was completely speechless. In the face of everyone's surprised expression, he simply ignored Xiaoqian's question and turned to ask the demon, "How was the discussion about the activity points last night?"

"The original total score ratio of the gods and the iron-blooded wolf is calculated according to the ratio of 2:5, while the points of each person in the housekeeper studio and our firefly mercenary regiment are calculated according to their per capita points. In terms of resources, we take the dusk of the gods as the standard. Now all the resources are stored in the warehouse of the firefly mercenary regiment, and the extra parts are discounted and divided in proportion. However, there are a lot of resources that belong to you, and we have divided them separately. After saying that, the demon transmitted the virtual list of points and resources to Yanfeng's data interface.

Yan Feng saw that his part of the resources had a lot of precious materials, but unfortunately it didn't have much effect on him. He said casually, "These material teams have needs. Let's keep them, or replace them with low-end materials and put them in the auction house for consignment, and deposit the income into the activity funds."

"Yan Feng, this is your own thing, which is worth at least tens of thousands of gold coins. Since you are so generous, why don't you give it to me?" The meatball's eyes narrowed slightly, showing a flattering expression.

Zhou Junming laughed and scolded, "Fat man, you are really greedy. You won so much money in the last competition. How dare you talk to Yan Feng? This money is almost the same for me. Now the whole firefly mercenary regiment is the poorest..."

Zhong Shanshan suddenly had an inspiration and suggested, "How about this? Let's design a reward mechanism. Whoever can complete the prescribed requirements in the future can get an additional reward."

The beacon wolf nodded with a smile: "This proposal is good. Since it is a reward, add one more name and give the team a special title, which can also promote everyone's enthusiasm. In addition, our current scale has reached nine regiments, and the maximum upper limit of Eden Garden space is four regiments. I suggest that it be divided into two wasteland groups, in the name of fireflies. The first wasteland group is mainly responsible for the progress of the latest domain space, and the second wasteland group is responsible for attacking some special area spaces and collecting materials. The points are according to the Garden of Eden. The activity is scored and calculated.

Although they now integrate points, if they accumulate points on average, it will easily lead to a decline in the enthusiasm of members and even the dissatisfaction of individual members. After all, they still have their own team habits and have not reached a consensus with each other. There is no hierarchy in the gods at dusk, but Han Yueru did not object to the suggestion of the beacon wolf. She answered, "We also discussed this issue before going offline last night. If it is only calculated according to the activity of the Garden of Eden, the gap between the first wasteland group and the second wasteland group will not be very widened. Each has its own advantages. The situation mainly depends on the results of your own efforts, and separating the wasteland can maximize the benefits. At the same time, it will form a pressure atmosphere to promote everyone to improve their strength and strive to join the front-line progress.

Yan Feng pondered for a while and nodded slightly: "Let's do as you say, but at present, the level and equipment configuration of the team members are uneven. When setting up the reward mechanism, you should prefer the later members. Let's leave this matter to Yueru and the demon. I hope everyone can always maintain a healthy competitive and harmonious team atmosphere and lead the forefront of the world guild.

Xiaoqian's little face has been angry. Finally, when their conversation was over, she continued to pester Yan Feng and asked, "Yan Feng, you didn't answer me. Did my cousin stay at Yang's house to learn martial arts with you? My grandpa Feng is also at Yang's house, right? Did you tell me about Grandpa Feng about the Qiu family?

Yan Feng was tired of asking her questions and frowned, "If you really want to know, why don't you come to Nandu in person?"

"Yes, why didn't I think of it!" Xiaoqian suddenly realized that she seemed to have found a clear goal.

At this time, Yue Wuhen quietly poked Yanfeng's back with his elbow and whispered, "Yanfeng, I heard that the iceberg beauty has attended your dinner party. She is living in your house now. How far has your relationship developed?"

Yan Feng turned his head and saw his joking expression. He scolded angrily, "Take care of your mouth, or you will suffer in a while!"

Yue Wuhen saw that he was angry and closed his mouth knowingly, but he was surprised: "No wonder the iceberg beauty's attitude towards him has changed so much recently. She used to have this relationship... But why doesn't Luo Shen look jealous at all? It's really hard to guess..."

Seeing Yue Wuhen standing alone and muttering to herself, Zhong Shanshan walked forward curiously and asked, "What did A Feng tell you just now?"

"Yanfeng said..."

Yue Wuhen was about to say his guess. He thought of Zhong Shanshan's innocence, but she may not be able to keep the secret. If he shakes out his words, then he, the "lebler", will have to face the terrible anger of Yanfeng. He feels palpitations when he thinks about it. He quickly shakes his head and says, "Actually, it's nothing. I just want to him. Borrow some money..."

"You have more than 200 million, why do you still borrow money from A Feng? Have you spent all your money?" Zhong Shanshan asked doubtfully.

"Uh..."

Yue Wuhen had an impulse to slap herself. In order not to let Zhong Shanshan misunderstand, he opened his account information and explained, "Work and thrift is one of my advantages, but I have seen a good investment recently. I want to take this opportunity to make another sum of money, and then I will have no worries about food and clothing. Do you think so?"

"Oh, so that's it!" Zhong Shanshan believed it, and her impression of Yue Wuhen increased a little. "But you should be careful. Investing in this kind of thing is very risky. A Feng should be very experienced in this regard. You might as well ask him for his opinion."

"This is natural..." Yue Wuhen was ashamed and began to figure out how to discuss this lie with Yan Feng.

After the consumables were allocated, they were transmitted to the Dark Demon Temple and the eastern area of the Herrost Basin according to the two groups of wasteland. The first wasteland group just appeared on the edge of the conveyor stone. Looking from afar, it was full of a large number of players around the assembly stone, and everyone stopped.

"God's Wings, Chaos, Sun does not set SNS... Shit, even the Arctic Guild is there!" Everyone saw the guild emblem on the players in the crowd, and their faces were stunned.

Yu Zhishang opened the eagle's eye and observed for a while, and said solemnly, "A Feng, the god of war Mars and Wu Shang are not here. If I guess correctly, their main members should have entered the Dark Devil's Hall. If they leave so many members here, it is likely to intercept us. If we want to continue the progress of the icy world, we'd better transfer the second wasteland group. Otherwise, with our current lineup, even if we rush over, we will lose a lot.

Everyone began to be on alert when they heard the words and were ready to fight at any time. The number of opponents is nearly four times that of them, and the Arctic Guild was beaten by them last night and fled. Now it is mixed with the Holy League Guild in Florence, and its purpose is self-evident.

After judging the situation, he analyzed: "If we fight in the lightning boundary, the situation will be quite chaotic, but the Arctic Guild is sandwiched here and also eats other Florentine group skills. We should be able to gain some advantages, and we can really consider letting the second wasteland group come."

"Then I'll inform them to come over now."

The demon took out the communicator and was about to contact the second wasteland group, but it was stopped by Yan Feng.

"I'll go and have a look first and confirm the situation before making plans." Yan Feng said and summoned the wings of the fire dragon and flew over to the opposite crowd.

The frost on the edge of the assembly stone looked up at Yanfeng's armor figure, and there was a slight margin in the corners of his mouth. He said in the team channel, "They're coming. Let's get ready."

After a while, the members belonging to the Arctic Guild in the crowd withdrew from the range of stones and flew to the illusory gate of the Dark Demon Hall. Yan Feng saw their movements, and there was a layer of frost on his face: "I didn't expect this frost to be so narrow-minded!"