"Don't worry, boy, you have no problem with your Zhoutian Jue. Don't practice it with confidence, but don't teach it to others, it will not be good for them. Don't send messages if you have nothing to do. Don't waste resources. Have you made a lot of merit?"

Ling An looked at the information on Tianxun’s personal terminal and his mouth twitched.

President Zhou Yang is too perfunctory. At least he should tell himself why his Zhoutian Jue has changed, right?

The President Zhou Yang did not mention what he asked about the injury Ling Zhiyuan suffered and what was Ling Xuan's condition.

Ling An closed Tianxun personal terminal depressedly.

On Mars, you can contact your family and friends on Earth in the form of Tianxun information, but what Ling An didn’t expect was to win the merit points!

And it is very expensive. By counting by word, one merit is worth a hundred words. Ling An tried his best to reduce the number of words when asked this question, and he also spent five merit points, which made him heartbroken.

He finally understood why Sun Lei owed others the meritorious service. He needed meritorious service to contact the earth, meritorious service for afternoon tea, movies and other entertainment, luxury enjoyment products require meritorious service. These consumer goods on Mars are the most expensive!

When Ling An saw a bottle of red wine, he would need at least one hundred merit points! There were even a few bottles, and the price was 1,000 merit points!

Even the box of cigarettes that Ling An brought was valuable. Ling An saw similar cigarettes in the merit hall, one box, five hundred merit points.

On the contrary, the weapons and equipment made of rare metals are relatively cheap, mostly in dozens or about one hundred. Even the most expensive customized equipment generally does not exceed one thousand merit points.

Ling An decided to spend only one place in the future when he was free!

Training room.

Of course, this is not because the training room does not require merit, but because Ling An feels that only by persevering in training and strengthening himself can he have greater confidence in retiring.

These days, he has heard the bad news of the death of some new recruits, but he has not heard the information about the death of people he is familiar with. After all, the people who are now carrying out the mission are the first, third, and fifth odd-numbered brigades of the Second Legion. And the people Ling An knows are basically in the eighth Brigade.

Not everyone can pass the first mission safely. Ling An sighed and focused on his training.

These days, the eyes gradually began to see things, and there was no repulsion reaction. It should be that the transplant was successful, but Ling An was still wearing an eye mask for the time being.

He also began to do some recovery training to help himself recover better.

Although he was full of dangers in fighting the robbers, he also gained a lot. Not only was he improved his combat experience, Ling An felt that his mental power was slightly stronger in the tense battle.

In addition, the body's ability to withstand energy should also increase. Sure enough, the crisis of life and death is the easiest to stimulate people to break through.

The measurement of combat power depends on how much energy the body can withstand. After reaching level C, the energy that can be mobilized must be added. The total of the two is combat power.

Ling An's previous combat power, that is, his physical tolerance limit, was thirty-five degrees of energy. After this battle, it is estimated that it can reach forty degrees after recovery.

Of course, there are still those thousand merit points to gain...

Ling An was about to store these merit points, and he was considering customizing weapons. After so many battles, he always felt that slashing the blade was a bit unpleasant.

Otherwise, how can we explain that President Zhou Yang will not let himself tell others?

"I'm here to train, a small team. If anyone applies for a training room, then the rest of the team can only enter this training room." Captain Matt explained. "It should be to let the team members train together and cultivate tacit understanding. It is also a place to save the space," Ling An guessed in his heart.

"Captain, is there any new news?" Ling An asked.

Judging from Captain Matt's appearance, he probably hadn't started warming up yet, and Ling An was about to leave here after asking for the news.

Zhou Tian Jue, he can practice even when he returns to his residence.

"Yes." Captain Matt nodded.

"There is a news that after the mission report was submitted, because we temporarily lost three combat power, the superiors decided to let us repair the White Tiger Fortress. When you recover, the superiors will arrange tasks for us."

"Aren't the personnel nervous? I heard from Senior Sun Lei that there seem to be a lot of alien races in the rear battlefield recently, and the battle situation should have gradually become tense."

"This is the mission of the Seventh Brigade. Like Morishi and his team, we are both temporary personnel and are not arranged at all." Matt said.

"That's it." Ling An touched his chin. This was true. If they didn't come out to perform the task in advance, but took the seventh brigade to rotate, there would be about one month's vacation.

"Captain, I won't disturb you in training anymore, I'll leave first."

After Ling An finished speaking, he just took a step and was pressed down by Matt.

"Captain?" Ling An said in confusion.

"You wait first, I want to know your psychological state after performing the first mission." Captain Matt said.

Ling An was a little surprised. He didn't expect that Captain Matt, who looked so cold, would even care about the physical condition of the players.

"It's nothing, I feel that this is my task." Ling An said.

"I heard from Sun Lei that you fought against the looter alone, and even hurt it. To a certain extent, maybe it was you who promoted its transformation." Captain Matt remained expressionless.

Ling An was a little embarrassed. The transformation was not what he thought.

"You performed very well. I just worried that you would be afraid when you first perform a mission. After all, based on past experience, although the recruits have faced aliens many times in the virtual space, when they really face it, there will still be people who are afraid."

Ling An was ashamed. He was actually a little scared when he saw the Scarlet Ghost for the first time. But Matt didn't know that this was not the first time he faced the Scarlet Ghost in reality.

"As a result, your performance reassured me. It's not just you, but Rowan. Your recruits in this class are really surprising." Matt sighed.

When Ling An mentioned Luo Wen, he felt a little moved.

"Captain Matt, is it common to have a rear battlefield like the alien scale we encountered this time?"

Matt thought for a moment and shook his head.

"No, this time there are too many. Usually, the scarlet evil ghosts encountered in the rear battlefield are usually single-digit scarlet ghosts, and even robbers are rare."

"Captain, do you think that something is wrong with these alien races? And at this scale, it seems that they are carrying out some tasks." Ling An frowned.

One thing that made Ling An care. Logically speaking, the black robber should not attack Luo Wen, but should have cooperated with another robber to kill Sun Lei and Youmei while no one was discovering him.

After all, Sun Lei was at the C-level at that time, and Yumi was a sniper, which caused too much damage to ordinary scarlet evil ghosts, and they were all targets worth taking action.

But the raiders chose to attack them, such as the not-too-troubled D-level warriors.

"Do you know why the battlefield in the rear exists?" Matt said after a moment of silence.
Chapter completed!