Feng Lin looked a little surprised and asked Ji Guangling to step aside?
People who can cross the torrent can only be at the ninth level. He really can't think of anyone who can make Ji Guangling step aside.
It doesn't take much thinking to guess that this woman has never seen the world.
Feng Lin found that she hadn't left yet, still standing here, as if waiting for his answer.
"Looking at your English accent just now, you should be from the northern part of the United States, right?"
Feng Lin put his trouser pockets in and asked calmly.
"Yes, what's wrong?"
Angela said calmly, "It turns out you can understand English, even the accent."
"I've watched a few American blockbusters, and I can say a few words about them."
Feng Lin's identity is different now, and there is no need to be familiar with this kind of person.
The woman in front of me is at the pinnacle of tempering.
They are indeed very strong at this age and at this level.
But in front of Feng Lin, it was still not enough.
"Everyone, welcome to Singapore. The recent situation is quite serious, so there is no need to waste time. We have prepared a special car and will take you to the venue immediately."
At this time, an old man of mixed Eastern and Western blood stood in the distance and said.
Judging from the small flag on his clothes, he is the host.
The realm is the fifth level of Dacheng. In such a small country, it is already very good to have such a master.
In terms of terrain area, this country is equivalent to a medium-sized ruins.
Afterwards, a large force of nearly two to three hundred people all left the airport in an orderly manner.
Ji Guangling waved to everyone around him, took Feng Lin and Ye Yourong, and left together.
This time, the black cars were lined up outside the airport like a long queue.
There were no national flags on the car, so it was obvious that this meeting was not intended to be a big fanfare.
Feng Lin, led by Ji Guangling, got into a black stretched Mercedes-Benz.
Feng Lin looked out the window and saw that local police officers had used motorcycles to clear the road.
There was no traffic jam in their vehicles and they arrived at the venue very easily.
The reception staff here led Feng Lin and others to the interior of the venue.
Everyone who enters the venue is equipped with simultaneous interpretation headphones.
Feng Lin took a quick look at the seats here, which were very similar to those in the United Nations.
There are seven national powers in the round table in the middle, with the flags of the corresponding countries on the corners of the table.
The one in the middle is none other than this time’s host, Singapore.
The remaining six are China, the United States, Russia, England, and France.
In addition to these countries, there is also a cross flag, and the person sitting on it is a member of the Holy See.
The leader is not the pope, nor the high priest.
Judging from the cross in his eyes, he should be a member of the Light Clan from a different land.
These countries have nearly ten seats. After them, there are other countries with more powerful ancient warriors, or powerful forces.
There are about five seats.
As for those countries with few masters, there is only one seat.
Feng Lin glanced around, but did not find the Apocalypse Temple.
Maybe it's because the Light Clan is here and the Sun Clan doesn't need to send anyone over.
As everyone took their seats, the Chinese side had the most empty seats in front of the round table in the center.
There are only three people.
Ji Guangling was sitting in front, tinkering with the microphone on the table.
As for Feng Lin and Ye Yourong, they were also in the first row, but only Feng Lin had a microphone in front of him.
Obviously, each country has two central spokespersons.
"Feng Lin, look, there is an empty seat in the first row on the American side."
Ye Yourong whispered into Feng Lin's ear.
Feng Lin nodded slightly, obviously responding to the words of the woman just now, and he should be left to the master in her mouth.
"I remember that this country is a new country, with a history of just over two hundred years."
Ye Yourong asked in a low voice, "Do they have many masters?"
"They are a country of immigrants and don't care about blood. As far as I know, many masters have chosen to settle there."
Feng Lin explained in a low voice, but there was another sentence he didn't say.
That is the mysterious Area 51 in the United States. It is rumored to be related to aliens and no one is allowed to enter.
As long as there is a plane flying in the sky, shoot it down immediately.
No one knows what secrets are hidden inside.
According to Feng Lin's guess, it should be somewhat related to the alien land.
At this moment, everyone has already taken their seats.
As the host, the representative of Singapore opened his mouth and said: "Welcome everyone to visit. I am Chen Ren from Singapore. The success of this meeting means that we have a common desire to resist alien beasts."
"I think you all know that strange beasts have appeared in various parts of the world, posing a serious threat to our lives. They must be contained, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous."
When Chen Ren said this, he first looked at the Holy See.
In his understanding, only the Holy See knows the situation on the other side.
Seemingly noticing Chen Ren's gaze, the middle-aged man sitting at the front of the Vatican side first glanced at Ji Guangling.
Then, he said calmly: "Everyone who has been to the strange land knows what happened and the reason for our gathering. In one sentence, the alien beasts came from Benliu, and China has sealed Benliu.
Methods."
After the man finished speaking, there was an uproar around him.
In fact, there are many masters who have no contact with the torrents, let alone the strange beasts that come out of the torrents.
When they heard the news, they all looked at Ji Guangling.
Ji Guangling showed a faint smile, "The torrent cannot be blocked, it can only be blocked. However, we do have the ability to block the torrent."
"Then please ask Huaxia to help and tell us this method."
The female representative from England looked at Ji Guangling and said.
"No, we won't tell you the method. I think you all know that there are many people here, all from there, and they all know the method, which means anyone can remove it, so what's the point?"
Ji Guangling smiled and looked around, "It's like a lock. Any key can open it, so it's better not to lock it."
"Then what do you mean?"
The middle-aged man representing the United States looked at Ji Guangling and said.
"We can help you block the torrent, but we need our people to protect it."
Ji Guangling explained, "Prevent criminals and break the flow."
"Haha, I don't think it makes sense. With so many torrents, how many masters can you have?"
The middle-aged man from the Holy See asked with a smile, "Those people really want to destroy them, I think they can break in easily, right?"
"You are right, but this method only treats the symptoms rather than the root cause. We cannot know all the currents, and sooner or later something will slip through the net."
Ji Guangling shook his head slightly, "Our purpose is just to reduce the losses and postpone the disaster as much as possible."
"Hahaha! Mr. Ji Guangling is right, strange beasts cannot be stopped."
At this moment, a ball of blue liquid appeared in the air. These water droplets merged with each other and turned into a middle-aged man with a mixed-race face.
