"Haha... By the way, uncle, the poem you just said sounds familiar?"
"What?"
"It means that when the body is dead, the spirit becomes a spirit, and the soul becomes a ghost."
"Haha, this is a verse from "Nine Songs of National War". It is used to praise the god Yi."
"Praise him?" I pointed at the future opponent in the crowd not far away that I couldn't see at all.
"No! He is just Hou Yi, not the god Yi, nor the god Zongbu, the king of ghosts who ranks fourth on the hero list."
I shook my body and expressed my confusion.
"I have seen Zongbu God. He is a very quiet guy. He is obviously a human being, but he calls himself a ghost. He is as ferocious and cruel as a ghost when he kills people, without any pretentious tricks. This is consistent with his preference to use the sound of the piano and mental power.
The two consequences of subduing the demon are quite different."
"Old man, who are you? You seem to know all the people in the heroic country."
"Don't worry about it. At this stage, it's better for you not to know than to know." After hearing this, the old man just laughed and said nothing, and answered me with a talkative skateboard.
Old Bo Xiang suddenly remembered another thing, so he said to me: "Don't you want to fundamentally improve your combat ability?"
"yes."
"I recently thought of a good idea."
"What?"
"Do you know the demon-transforming pool in the Sky Arena?"
"I know, I heard that as long as you throw the monsters in, they will be destroyed." Not only have I heard that, during the last conference, I personally threw many high-level monsters into the pool, but hey, none of them survived.
"If you dare to jump in now, you will be reborn from the ashes..."
"What! Are you burning with desire? What if you can't find a place to vent your anger?"
"Is there something wrong with your ears? You are reborn from the ashes..."
"Full of desire?...That doesn't even mean the same thing."
"Oh, I won't argue with you!" Seeing that the old man was a little angry, I didn't dare to argue with him anymore. It seemed that he was not joking with me, but I still didn't believe that others would turn into glue when they jumped in. I jumped in and it turned into glue.
Can you become a phoenix?
"By the way, if the Hou Yi in front of me is not the god Zongbu, then who is he?"
"He is a young hero in our world, with great potential. He named himself Hou Yi because he worshiped the god Zongbu."
"That means he is not strong!" I felt secretly happy.
"For Crow Yoshitsune, he may not be strong because he is only level 50. (Yoshitune is at least level 70) Haha..."
"Oh! My god, level fifty, I'm afraid I can't beat him even if there are fifty of them!" My voice almost collapsed, because I am only at level 4 now.
"But..." I wanted to ask something more, but when I looked up, I realized that it was just Nan Ke Yimeng. Looking around, I had completely lost the figure of the old man, the skateboard, and Kun Wu. But the top of my head seemed to be still there.
There was a dull pain... I patted it with my hand, and then I realized that Kunwu was still playing on my head.
"Brother, let's pull a hook." But when Kunwu realized that he had no hands, he suddenly jumped up and hit me hard on the top of my head. Suddenly I felt like the world was spinning, and there were stars in my eyes... with a plop.
He fell under the table. Kunwu's voice was faintly heard: "Brother, from now on, just call Kunwu and I can come over and play with you right away!"
After another long while, I finally woke up. At this time, I suddenly realized two things.
First: I have a big swollen bump on my head. Because I looked like a big bump before, so now I must look like a pair of big bumps in the eyes of others.
Second: I have another summoned beast, but apart from knowing that it likes to play, I don’t know what other abilities it has?
I looked up and saw that I was still surrounded by the crowd, and the young hero Hou Yi was approaching me in a friendly manner. But no matter whether he was Hou Yi or Qian Yi, I was no longer afraid because the words of "Old Man" were still echoing in my ears.
The last words before leaving: "Kids, go ahead and do it! This is just a battlefield for ideological confrontation, there is nothing to be afraid of."
So I raised my body confidently, although even if I raised my body to the highest point, I couldn't become even a little bit more handsome than Hou Yi.
"Hello, my name is Hou Yi. Actually, I don't like this kind of boring hype. Anyway, I'm done." After leaning over, Young Hero Hou Yi whispered to me.
Well, it seemed that Hou Yi was not as annoying as I thought. After looking at him innocently, I stretched out a tentacle, and then we were drowned by the flash of the camera.
To be honest, in this era, cameras have long been built into the chips of biological computers. Just by looking at them with your eyes, you can take photos of the other person or even record them. However, everyone still holds up the camera in a serious manner.
The light camera and the camera as big as a pig were flashing in front of me! Flashing! Of course, their eyes were used to take pictures, and the things in their hands were just empty shells. But everyone thought it was flashing! Flashing.
Ah! It looks official. Think about it, if at an international conference, two political giants stood on the stage, holding hands with great arrogance, and the reporters below stared at them stupidly, what would happen?
What does it look like? There has to be a clown jumping up and down to bring out the majesty of the big shot!
This is a very popular mantra in today’s literary and art circles: Give it some atmosphere!
Brother Hou Yi and I are now immersed in this charming atmosphere of flashing lights, all making false smiles, being swallowed up by the non-existent camera equipment. Now I suddenly feel that those of us on the stage are not the same as the people off the stage.
There doesn't seem to be much difference between people. If they are clowns, then we are clowns. We are all performing, but one is on the stage and the other is off the stage.
"The exciting moment has finally arrived! Now everyone is free to interview the two contestants." After Zhu Yan said this, all the reporters fell silent, and then asked the two of us questions according to regulations. Of course, I am a supporting role, everyone
Nine times out of ten, they are unwilling to interview me. (The reporters below are all called: Ji; Hou Yi is called: Hou)
Note: "May I ask, Young Master Hou Yi, what is your goal in participating in this competition?"
Later: "No need to ask, of course I want to become the overall champion of the martial arts tournament!".
Note: "Everyone also knows that the levels of mercenaries are divided into five levels: mercenary, hunter, warrior, hero and great hero; and Shaoxia is now actually the number one dark warrior recognized by the Dark Mercenary Guild; but you
Why do you still agree to participate in such a must-win competition?" (Hearing this question, Hou Yi seemed a little unhappy, so...)
Zhu Yan: "This question will be answered by our chairman committee. In fact, the reason why Young Hero Hou Yi did this is to establish a new image of our dark mercenaries among the public. You may still remember the general speech of the last conference.
Will the champion ever be far behind? Back then, he participated in the competition as a level 22 ordinary hunter, and shocked the world by defeating many warriors and heroes who participated in the finals. (Most of the heroes at the great hero level entered the hero list and became top masters, so basically
None of them will participate in the competition) But that boy from the Bright Mercenary Guild is so talented and arrogant that we, the people of the world, don’t see it at all. He not only refuses to participate in all press conferences and fans meetings, but also refuses to make any public remarks. And he
He also forbids others from taking photos of his face, and the most disgusting thing is that he often fights with reporters. As a result, we only have one photo of his back in our hands today." As Zhu Yan said this, he suddenly held up a huge photo.
The photo was shown to the entire audience. In it was an arrogant golden-armored warrior. He held a sword in one hand, while the other hand emitted a gorgeous magical halo. But the most eye-catching thing was the bloody ones in the background with grinning teeth.
The ugly faces of monsters.
Seeing this photo, the audience suddenly became excited. The reporters were whispering to each other and talking a lot. It could be seen that some were in admiration, some were in contempt, and some were in hatred. However, I felt that these people had no brains at all.
Professional killers, how can any killer come out to publicize his face everywhere, and then yell to everyone: I am a killer, everyone should be careful when you see this face!? If my prey sees my face,
My face screamed and ran away, what the hell am I doing? So I killed all the guys who tried to take pictures of me and who had seen my face and knew my real name. As for this photo, it was because I thought it was a good idea to take a photo of me.
It's very artistic, and it's very suitable for use as promotional materials, so I deliberately left it to everyone. (It not only shows my majesty and magnificence, but also fully reflects my strength, because those grinning, bloody monsters are all level eight or ninety.
There are top masters from various nationalities in the sea, land and air, including handsome humans of course, but they were beaten like monsters by me.)
Zhu Yan: "Let me tell you another touching story. The pup team that took this photo... Oh! No, they were comrades who were reporters, and they were brutally killed by Bi Qiyuan... So I suggest that everyone present
Everyone stood up immediately and observed three minutes of silence for our unknown heroes." When Zhu Yan said this, he was already bursting into tears, and the miserable music slowly sounded, which made me almost cry, let alone others.
After the silence ended, Zhu Yan excitedly said to everyone: "In order to no longer let guys like Bu Ciyuan who despise the people and have no collectivist views dominate our conference, this time our presiding committee decided to modify the previous rules.
According to the competition rules, the individual competition mode of the finals will be replaced by the newly launched group competition. In addition, we are also preparing to vigorously promote the theme of collectivism in the competition and recommend a group of outstanding young people in the new era to the world, and our Young Master Hou Yi
Xia now has the ability to become the best in the world, but he is kind, humble, and prudent. Even if the most despicable trash challenges him, he will give it a fair chance."
So everyone cast their excited eyes on Young Hero Hou Yi, and some even shed tears of emotion. For a while, the hall burst into thunderous applause, which lasted for a long time...
But I stood on the table with a sullen face, motionless. Maybe it was the aloofness left in me when I traveled far away, and I felt very unhappy when someone called me "trash".
The gorilla is indeed an expert in capturing news hot spots, and he quickly noticed my displeasure. Then he signaled everyone to stop cheering, and then said loudly into the microphone: "Now let's listen to what Mr. Suicide Challenger Slime Monster wants to say.
." As he said that, he handed the microphone to me.
"First of all, my name is not a slime monster, my name is Copperplate; secondly, I am not trash!" But when I said the second half of the sentence, the power of the microphone suddenly cut off. When I looked up, Zhu Yan was facing me.
Smiling ferociously.
"This slime monster just said that its goal is to become the strongest garbage in the world. Hahaha..."
Hearing this, I suddenly flew into a rage, jumped up and slammed the microphone on Zhu Yan's head, and then roared: "You are the fucking trash! No one has the right to insult my dignity!" I might
I was so angry that I didn't realize when I blurted out the word "you" that the word "you" had invisibly hurt the hearts of all jealous humans.
"Oops! Is the non-burnable garbage showing its power?" Zhu Yan must be very angry, and his facial muscles are a little distorted, but I have to admire his self-cultivation, because he doesn't look angry at all. Even though he is a dark servant,
As a senior cadre of the Military Association, he could pinch me to death with just one finger.
My move shocked all the reporters in the room. They turned their heads to me and didn't know what to say. Because they always thought that I was just a decoration.
"Amitabha! It seems that this benefactor cares about himself a little. Originally, I sympathized with you, but your current words and deeds reveal to everyone the pretentiousness of a weak person. It is really sad, ridiculous, and deplorable!" A peace
The noble voice broke the awkward silence. Although he didn't say much, he showed his otherworldly charm. Following the words, everyone saw a monk who looked like an outsider. He was also a reporter?
Hearing this, I also felt that what I had just done was a bit too much. It seemed a bit overestimating my own capabilities and arrogance. I couldn't help but lower my head in shame. But at this moment, there was another loud noise in the quiet hall, and a huge brick.
, Oh! No, it should have been the camera, which hit the head of that worldly expert.
"Haha... So this Zen master doesn't care about himself? That girl is not hitting you on the head now, but the pig's head!" Another nice voice also sounded in the hall. This voice is all too familiar to me.
Because that was the voice that haunted me in my dream... I didn't expect that the purple-sleeved girl also came, and she was also wearing reporter's clothes. But I already felt that her hobby of role-playing was nothing strange. She even
The NPCs in the bank are willing to act, and they can even make me, an ugly slime monster, into her handsome boyfriend. Then there is nothing else in the world that she dare not act, and she is speaking for me now. Look.
After seeing her beautiful face, my whole body became stiff...
"Shallow, shallow! People always have to hide a heart of self-effacement and self-knowledge in order to gain everyone's respect. If you are a dragon, you should say the words of a liger. If you are a liger, you can only say the words of a jackal. If you are a jackal, you should say the words of a wolf.
Think of yourself as a rat and rabbit. This slime monster obviously has only the talent of a rat and rabbit, but he insists on putting himself in the same position as a dragon and tiger. What else is this but ignorance?" The eminent monk was offended by Zixiu.
He didn't seem to care, and immediately attracted a burst of praise. And he finally added: "As for this lady calling me a pig head, I don't care at all. When a person can only express himself through personal attacks
When she expressed her views, I felt it was no longer worth arguing with her. As for what I said, it was actually just out of the conscience of an ordinary person."
"An expert is an expert, and his analysis is really thorough!"
"Yes, only by facing everything with a detached sentiment can we make the wisest judgment."
…
Hearing this, I originally felt a little ashamed, but I already felt ashamed. But before I could apologize, the old man's voice rang in my ears: "Kid, don't apologize, because you are not wrong at all."
While she was still looking around for the old man, Zi Xiu's soft and charming voice rang out again, and she asked the master modestly: "What level does the master think you are at?"
"It's okay not to mention the talents of old man, Rat and Rabbit." The words of the eminent monk drew another round of praise.
"Haha! You are such a talented rat and rabbit. Others don't recognize you, but I do. Wu Peng, the chief elder of the Wizards Guild. In the world, except for the dozen or so people on the hero list, I'm afraid the elders can also be regarded as human beings.
The winner is the dragon and the phoenix, he is a prominent figure."
"Humph, it's good if you know it, girl. It's good if you know." The elder thought that Zi Xiu would become an honest man from now on, but he guessed wrong.
"But this girl thinks that a truly humble person should talk like pigs and people talk like people. Why do you think you are a rat and a rabbit when you are a dragon or a phoenix? There are only two answers. The first is that you are an idiot.
You cannot correctly judge your own strength. If an elephant tells you that it is an ant, what do you think it is? Secondly, it is because you are a greedy guy who is greedy for fame, a complete true Taoist, and a hypocrite! Although you
You know that you are a talented person in the eyes of everyone, but you have to pretend that you think you are a rat and a rabbit, and then you are eager for others to praise you as a master or a saint. When others say one or two ambitious words, you
Jump out, pretend to be aloof and criticize a few words, and show that you are good. But this girl does not accept this trick. You are right to have copper coins. If you do not fight back against the guy who insults your personality, then you are a pig.
If you are not as good as a dog, you are the garbage of the world!”
"Okay!" Hou Yi and I shouted almost at the same time, and then we couldn't help but smile at each other. It seems that the strong men in the world may not all be arrogant and shameless people.
But after shouting, I started to worry again. Although I am weak, my Fuxi chip's analysis ability has not been compromised at all. When Wu Peng said his first words, I analyzed his power
He is at least over 90 levels, and has mastered more than a hundred kinds of spells, including many high-level witchcraft. If he started to take action, the hunter-level Zi Xiu Duan Duan would be no match for him. Others around me seemed to have little regard for Zi Xiu and me.
They are all hostile, so don’t expect them to take action. As for myself... Sigh! It’s okay not to say anything.
Now I could only do my best, so I adjusted the detection function of the Fuxi chip to the extreme, firmly pulling the aura around Wu Peng, and whenever murderous intent appeared, I would immediately issue a warning to Zi Xiu.
Sure enough, I soon felt the murderous aura emanating from Wu Peng. I felt really anxious and funny at the same time. I was anxious because Zixiu was about to suffer, but I was laughing because this aloof, eminent monk who didn't take himself seriously could actually do it.
A few words criticizing him gave rise to murderous intent. Things in the world are nothing more than this. When faced with the humiliation of others, you can be detached, but when it is your turn, your true colors are revealed!
Just when I was about to issue a warning to Zi Xiu, a force that was a hundred times stronger than Wu Peng but extremely peaceful suddenly came from nowhere and swallowed up his murderous aura in an instant. Then I saw Wu Peng was stunned for a moment.
Then his face turned ashen. As if he had seen a ghost, he took three steps back, then jumped up and fled away in embarrassment.
So the whole press conference broke up unhappy. I don’t know how many heroes I offended today? And as long as these reporters go out to promote, I will be stinky! But thankfully, I saw Zixiu again, and
I have one more friend.
When the meeting was over, Young Hero Hou Yi quietly came over and whispered to me: "Brother, don't worry. I will definitely not let you lose ugly during the competition."
"But Young Hero Hou Yi..."
"Don't call me Hou Yi, that's just a nickname. My real name is Nangong Guiyu, just call me Nangong!" After a pause, he added: "It's a pity that you are too weak, otherwise we would have formed a team in the finals.
."
Hehe! It seems that he still looks down on me. But I am not angry at all with what Nangong said, because he is telling the truth. No matter from that aspect, I am a rookie now. But I am not an ordinary person.
Not a rookie, but a super rookie. Because I was the overall champion of the last world's best martial arts competition, and I was once called "the warrior closest to God" - not far away.
