"Sit down!"

The prince's voice had a distinctive low magnetic feeling, and he waved his hand to signal Jiang Heng to sit down near the lower head.

Jiang Heng nodded and sat down from the right place to the lower head.

But Jiang Heng sat down and after a while, he didn't see the subsequent response from King Nan. Jiang Heng felt a little suspicious and looked at the King Nan in front of him with a calm look.

This is definitely a very handsome middle-aged uncle wearing a black robe, but perhaps in his own home, the robe is open, revealing his strong chest and abdominal muscles.

His face was clear and angular, and the whole was dark and golden. He had a pair of sword eyebrows, but his eyebrows were imprisoned. This made him not angry, but he always looked like he was angry!

There are beards on the corners of the mouth, but not many, and belong to Zhuge beards, which makes this person look both as a martial artist and as a wise man.

And behind the King of Nan's head was suspended... No?

Seeing this, Jiang Heng was stunned and thought that this was a bit abnormal. Could it be that King Nan deliberately restrained the divine glory behind him?

But aren’t you tired of being restrained all the time?

But his eyes unconsciously fell on the square painting halberd hanging on the wall behind the Southern King.

"I can't see the prince's divine brilliance and the manifestation of the law and martial will of the king can already condense into entities, right?"

Jiang Heng was suspicious, but he didn't dare to use his divine thoughts to investigate, so he could only suppress the doubts in his heart for the time being.

"Don't you want to ask why I want to see you?" After a long silence, the Southern King finally spoke.

The magnetic and low sound was like a subwoofer ringing in Jiang Heng's ears.

This kind of sound can be seen as soon as you hear it, your master must be extremely majestic.

"Since the prince doesn't say that there is naturally a reason for the prince. I just need to obey orders!" Jiang Heng said with neither humble nor arrogant attitude.

"It's not so good for young people to be so mature. But here are you and I, who are the only ones here, have some things to ask and say. I don't like guessing ideas."

Hearing the words, Jiang Heng looked at the other party's expression, and seeing that the expression was not fake, he hesitated for a moment, and said, "I want to ask the prince, I don't know what I can do for the prince? What can I get for serving the prince?"

"Two questions, but they can also be called one." The King of Southern nodded as calm and cold as ever.

"First of all, you can add a high-level combat power to me when you grow up, and secondly, you will serve me when I am free to provide all the help during your growth, whether it is my personal guidance or many elixirs and weapons.

Support! I can give you all these, but you can show enough strength for me to appreciate!"

really!

Jiang Heng was shocked when he heard this. He had long guessed that he would have to go through another school entrance exam with the King of Southern!

"I wonder how to prove it?" Jiang Heng asked in a deep voice.

"Surviving for thousands of years in the Eye of the Heavenly Realm, I will give you half of the resources I promised before. I will support you without reservation after surviving for thousands of years!"

The King of Southern is not at all dragging on the mud.

Hearing this, Jiang Heng sighed inwardly, as expected, Brother Futian guessed it very accurately.

"I will not provide you with any help before this. From now on, you are an ordinary black eye who has just joined the Eye of the Heavenly Realm!"

Listening to the words of the Southern King, Jiang Heng felt a little disappointed, but he laughed as he thought about Futian's evaluation of the Southern King.

"Why are you laughing?" The King of Southern brow raised his eyebrows slightly and was a little surprised.

"Because I am satisfied with the prince's decision!" Jiang Heng said with his fists.

"Aren't you afraid of death? The mission of the Eye of the Heavenly Realm is extremely dangerous? I believe these Futians have already told you in advance?" Nan Wang narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the young man in front of him.

"I'm afraid! But I'm even more afraid that the prince will let me slap in and wait for death!"

Hearing this, the King of Southern was stunned, and then a slightly grinned curl appeared on the corner of his mouth. This was extremely difficult to see on the cold and frosty face of the King of Southern.

"Well, I hope you can give me a brilliant performance!"

——

After leaving the palace, Jiang Heng was still a little confused when he looked at the mask in his hand. He recalled the previous conversation with the prince, and had a preliminary understanding of the prince.

This is a person who acts decisively and does not like to be vague and dragging his mind.

"According to the prince's wishes, he will ask someone to upgrade my information to the highest level to keep it confidential and give me a fake identity. And I will enter the Eye of the Heavenly Realm with this fake identity and become an ordinary and lowest level new

Jin Black Eyes.”

Jiang Heng groped for the mask, which was a semi-divine artifact given by the prince.

Its effect is relatively simple, which is to change one's own appearance and slightly disguise the original Jiang Heng aura.

Looking at the strange alleys around me, I thought about the previous second I was still in the palace, and the next second I appeared here without even having time to say hello to Brother Futian.

"It seems that the prince is planning to treat me as a secret boy!"

Jiang Heng sighed lightly. Now only the prince knew the name he disguised, and even if he appeared here, he was a small moving array behind the Lord's Hall that only the prince knew.

Sighing lightly, Jiang Heng held the mask on his face.

As the mask contacted the skin, the mask was twisted and soon a calm middle-aged face appeared.

His face was a bit neutral and peaceful, with a clear scar on his cheek, which was generally considered an ordinary face.

No one knows this face here, but Jiang Heng himself knows it. This is the face of his disciple Shen Mo.

Even the name he and the prince proposed to disguise was Shen Mo.

"Has an old man from the Four Symbols Legion participated in the Battle of Tianhai, the Battle of Futu Mountain and the Battle of Dingxinghai?"

Jiang Heng silently muttered the past experience set by the prince for himself.

"Because the legion is the oldest, he was sent to the Eye of the Heavenly Realm by the Legion Commander, which is considered to be a supplement to the elite quota that the century-old Four Elephant Legion must provide."

Jiang Heng smiled helplessly. Just looking at his new resume, he was disliked by his own legion commander. Every hundred years, the Eye of the Heavenly Realm would recruit people from various legions, so he just happened to fill in this quota.

"Okay! I'll take it back to the old man this time!"

Jiang Heng smiled and walked out. The mask could not only fake his breath, but also disguise his bone age to a certain extent.

Jiang Heng felt that this mask might still be a high-level semi-artifact.

Otherwise, the effect of this thing is too comprehensive, which is equivalent to a complete change of appearance for a person.

Now Jiang Heng can say that even if his wife stands in front of him, she can't recognize him.

——

"Damn this time, they sent such a group of crooked melons and jujubes in a hundred years?"

At this time, in a small militarized town in the eastern region of Tiannan City, two posts were listening to a middle-aged man holding a record board swearing and saying something.

"Uh... Lord Recruiting Officer, we can't think of a way to get angry at us!" A sentry was a little crying.

This is simply a disaster. I thought to myself, although we are all from the same department, we are just a group of small guard posts.

"Of course I know this, but my buddy is in a bad mood today. Sorry, I have the chance to invite you to drink next time!" The middle-aged man cursed, feeling a little embarrassed. After all, although they are under their organization, they are still in charge.

There is no need to endure this unintentional disaster.

He waved his hand and sat down at a chair in the post, looking at the record board in his hand with a gloomy face.

"Oh, it's so difficult now. Now there is a big war. Some time ago, the manpower loss is so serious that it can't be filled. If the intelligence collection is delayed, I'm afraid I will suffer!"

I sighed in my heart, and the middle-aged man was also a little helpless.

It’s not that people really can’t afford it. At least the limited personnel of each legion must be sent here every year. But what middle-aged people are worried about is that this group of people who have come here are really not very good.

The Eye of the Heavenly Realm is an organization that pays great attention to personal qualities. If the strength and quality of members do not meet the standards, I am afraid that the casualties will be more rapid and tragic when the tasks are carried out.

In fact, people die, they die. If the task is delayed during the mission, it will be really troublesome.

"Where is Black Cross Street? I want to find a guy named Lao Wang!"

Just as the middle-aged man was thinking and worried, a man outside the post walked up to knock on the window of the post and asked.

Upon hearing this, the two guard posts looked at the middle-aged man sitting inside.

"What are you looking for Lao Wang?"

The middle-aged man quickly stood up and looked at the young man in front of him with a slight scrutiny.

"Old Wang is my relative!"

"Lao Wang is your relative, so what does Lao Wang do?"

"Lao Wang is a starship repairman. He has very good skills and a wide range of popularity. I want to join him to learn starship repair technology!" The young man said fluently, as if he was talking about certain specific lines.

"Very good! I am Lao Wang!" When the other party gave a complete secret code, the middle-aged man Zhou Mingxiao nodded here.

"Come with me!"

After looking at the young man, no one was following him, then waved and then walked out of the post and walked toward a certain place in the town...

Just now, Zhou Ming's mood did not improve much. He also asked the other party's name while walking.

Based on the other party's name, Zhou Ming quickly found one of the newcomers' list.

After glanced at the other party's resume, Zhou Ming's face was even less beautiful.

"The low-level first-level demigod realm has participated in many battles, and the record of serious injuries is more than a hundred times. It is also 800,000 years old."
To be continued...