When the helicopter landed at the airport, Feng Hao noticed a detail, that is, no matter which country the powerful man was from, it seemed that China sent a plane to pick him up.
In other words, China is very strong now.
Even during special periods, foreign aircraft are completely prohibited from appearing in Chinese airspace.
However, the land of mist has only appeared in China so far, and the increase in land area has only appeared in China.
Feng Hao and the top Chinese bosses were drinking tea in the airport maintenance shed, watching the powerful men from foreign countries get off the plane.
There are men and women among them, and they all have very tough temperaments, just like those sexy and sexy girls in foreign blockbusters.
Wearing a vest, I feel like I am the best person in the world.
Feng Hao now had a different look and no one could recognize him, while Yang Jian and the big black dog were playing in the hangar in harmony.
"hello!"
After getting off the plane, the twenty or so foreign warriors were divided into several factions and formed their own teams, but they still had to say hello to the top Chinese bosses.
"You are very fast. Sit down and rest first, and move around freely. After everyone from the other alliance countries arrives, you can take a plane to the entrance."
The old man spoke fluent English.
Feng Hao chuckled and said that with his brain capacity, even the powerful gods can communicate normally. These so-called foreign languages have no difficulty for him at all.
Many strong foreign women noticed Feng Hao next to the old man and were very curious about Feng Hao's identity and that he could actually sit at the same table with the old man.
Moreover, they could feel that Feng Hao did not have any stage fright.
"General, who is this?"
A strong man from E country asked curiously.
He has a well-proportioned figure and is wearing a vintage Earl's clothing. He seems to have a layer of powder on his face, and he is so fair that you can see the blood vessels under his skin.
The young man seemed to be very interested in Feng Hao and even licked his lips.
"Vampire?"
Feng Hao laughed. This guy was so brave that he actually regarded him as prey. Think about it, even though he hid his cultivation and changed his appearance.
But the temperament deep inside cannot be changed.
This vampire from country E believed that sucking Feng Hao's blood would enable him to evolve. This feeling was still very strong, so he asked directly.
The old man smiled and motioned for Feng Hao to stand up and introduce himself.
"You can call me Feng Haoran."
Feng Hao said Da Dao smoothly, and he also came up with the name suddenly.
Just like others know that his name is Feng Hao, then what? How can that happen?
It just so happens that his name is Feng Haoran.
"It's a very Chinese-style name. I like it very much. My name is Vladimir..." The strong man from country E bent down to carry his luggage.
Very aristocratic.
And there are quite a few strong counts like him, including four or five, all vampire families.
"A swarm of bats."
The strong man from Country
"Werewolf!"
Feng Hao glanced at this group of people and immediately knew their origins. Werewolves and vampires were old enemies.
The so-called enemies are extremely jealous when they meet, and it is also because this is the country of China that they can restrain themselves.
If I met him elsewhere, he would definitely fight to the death.
The powerful men from other countries couldn't help but chuckle, looking like they were watching a good show.
"A bunch of filthy beasts!"
Vladimir chuckled, looking quite noble.
Ouch!
Hair suddenly grew on the backs of those werewolves, and a powerful aura filled the air, and they were about to transform into a duel.
"Do you want to be disqualified? What you represent behind your back is not yourself, but a country!"
The old man from the Chinese official said.
Although he was an ordinary person, the weight of every word he spoke was obviously very significant. The werewolves immediately calmed down and the aura dissipated.
Ta-ta-ta!
Then three helicopters flew in at the same time and landed on the tarmac. Then dozens of people jumped out of the planes. One of the planes was a Chinese powerhouse.
There are only five people.
They are all monks with relatively high talents, not strangers.
Feng Hao knew that these five people were the elite among the elite selected by the whole country of China, and they were the ones who wanted to take charge.
In fact, Feng Hao also had a rough idea of what Su called the Mistland League this time.
The country couldn't control him, so it thought of cultivating a few powerful people.
This time he said he was participating in the league to win the championship, and presumably he was only protecting the safety of these five people, while also shouldering the blame of the coach.
"What a shrewd man."
Feng Hao smiled.
He is interested in the land of mist, so he doesn't care about protecting a few Chinese people. In fact, he also hopes that China will have their own top experts.
Rather than being a disciple of any major ancient clan.
After all, these are all false.
"Hello, a member of our Dragon Team, I am Long Bufan."
"Long Feifan."
"Longjiu."
"Dragon Eleven."
"Dragon Fuji."
The five people first saluted the old man, and then introduced themselves to Feng Hao and Yang Jian after walking the dog.
"Feng Haoran."
Feng Hao nodded, his expression very calm.
"Yang Jian..."
Yang Jian also introduced himself.
But as soon as he finished speaking, the geniuses of the Dragon Group tried their best to suppress their laughter, and their faces turned red.
This name... is really confusing.
Who in China doesn't know who Yang Jian is? He is Erlangshen.
The five of them couldn't help but look at Yang Jian's eyebrows, and they all smiled knowingly. They didn't have a third eye, they just had the same name.
But they couldn't help but think divergently, guessing that Yang Jian's parents must be long-time fans of Erlang Shen, otherwise, the name would not be so willful.
Subsequently, people from other countries also came to report one after another. The number of people was clearly checked at the national gate, and the confirmation was very fast this time.
Feng Hao was also among these people, and he paid special attention to the strong men in the capital of country M. They were all very fierce beings.
With his induction, Feng Hao felt that there must be a descendant inside.
That is the so-called messenger of Heavenly Father.
Such people are indeed very powerful. Feng Hao once killed a heavenly war god, and it seemed that he had offended the heavenly father of the heavenly protoss at that time.
In fact, he is just a leader of the gods.
Feng Hao actually didn't take it seriously, either in the past or now.
After all the people were confirmed, they were ready to head to the entrance of the Mist Land. As they were leaving, the old man winked at Feng Hao.
Feng Hao sent a message: "You should be thankful that you succeeded in impressing this emperor..."
"yeah!"
The old man couldn't help but feel young again. He clenched his fists and was excited. He knew that if Feng Hao agreed, he would definitely be able to do it.
Then he told several people in the Dragon Group to follow Feng Hao's arrangements no matter what. This was an order.
Then... all ninety-seven people from the Alliance boarded the transport plane and headed directly to an entrance to the Land of Mist...