Chapter 1910: The dark smell of people in the west
Behind the scenes of the four-nation exchange competition, Xu Zhi was sitting upright.
Li Duohuang didn't join in the fun beside him, but Wuya Ye Fulin did.
Yelu Hongfei, the great master of Northern Xinjiang, worked for a long time to pay off his debts, but he didn't care about one more person while working.
What's more, Wuya Yevlin really just came here to make up the numbers.
"I knew you would come here to play," Wuya Yefulin said happily, "We are destined to come thousands of miles away to meet each other."
"I'm not here to play."
Xu Zhi muttered and looked at the seats of the Yingguo people.
There is an old face like Somoto Yagyu, and there are also members of the royal family.
It's just that Xu Zhi didn't see the familiar Kitajima Renhe, and he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
He had an acquaintance with whom he could talk, and he wanted to have a chat with Bei Dao Renhe.
"I heard that you have a big bet between Dongyue and Nan'ao. This kind of generosity surprised even my father."
"It's a bit big."
"One of you dares to bet, and the other dares to take it."
"There is no other way if I don't answer."
Xu Zhi replied.
The way the two of them were whispering made Yan Xuankong and Yan Xingxia think a little.
"Don't we have any better girls in Dongyue? Do we really need to import some?" Yan Xuankong whispered.
"There are many older ones, and there are also many younger ones. His junior sisters all meet the requirements."
"Jin Bai said that Xu Zhi did not have a romantic relationship in the sect for fear of affecting unity." Yan Xuankong shook his head.
"What kind of rules have you set? Don't let outsiders get rich. If you want me to say that after teaching, you should be expelled from the master as soon as possible. There is no need to wait until you become a master."
"This is what everyone has stipulated."
Yan Xuankong argued, but in the blink of an eye he was scolded a lot, which was nothing more than "outdated ideas and not understanding how to advance with the times" and "rules are dead, people are alive" and so on.
"They don't seem nervous?" Margaret said.
At the seats in Nan'ao, Margaret and Wenren Weiyang also had a low conversation.
"Either they have good psychological quality, or they have a certain degree of confidence," Wen Ren Weiyang replied.
"Who can beat Xiaoxi? With Xiaoxi's age, he can at least control the four-nation exchange competition for three to four times, giving us a way to retreat."
"The world is so big..."
"Xiao Xi is much stronger than Chi Zi back then. There can be no second Tuo Guhong in this world."
"What if there is a second Xu Zhi?"
Wen Ren Weiyang's eyes glanced at Dongyue's seat, where there was the first place in the master group of the previous Four Nations Exchange Competition.
If Xu Zhi was still in the master stage, they would not have such a plan.
If Dongyue agrees to bet and fight, it is one situation. If Dongyue does not agree to bet and fight, it is another situation.
No matter how Dongyue takes the move, they are confident enough.
The more than twenty alliance countries must expand outward and find a place to survive.
This wave borrowed land from Dongyue, and the next wave may move to the northern Xinjiang, or westward, to the Magadha Kingdom, etc.
Of course, Dongyue, which is most suitable for people from South Australia to move to, needs to borrow more.
Dongyue's move got off to a good start.
There is no chance in this world that there will be another Xu Zhi who can beat the Grandmaster severely.
When Wen Ren Weiyang said something he didn't mean, his eyes began to stare at the four screens.
This important four-nation exchange competition has officially begun.
"Is that Wen Renxi?"
If it weren't for the words on the screen, Xu Zhi wouldn't have believed that the dark figure on the screen was Wen Ren Weiyang's son.
The other party's skin is not the normal wheat color of South Australian people, but has become dark.
The whole person is like charcoal.
This is in great contrast to Wen Ren Weiyang's demeanor.
Although Wen Ren Weiyang likes to wear black clothes, his skin color is normal, not to Wen Renxi's level.
"Did he practice any special skills?" Xu Zhi asked Yan Xuankong doubtfully.
"I don't know. Some people say that Wen Renxi was always dark when he was a child."
"Let me ask Ako."
Xu Zhi said hello to Qingchuan Chizi who was watching the battle, and saw that the other party turned around reluctantly.
"I don't know anything... Oh, this is the color Ximutan was born with."
The upright Qingchuan Ako answered this question happily, and also mentioned the other party's nickname, and then turned his head.
The fight between Wen Renxi and Wen Renxi on the screen looked simple and rough.
Speed, power.
At the master stage, it is difficult to be picky about Wen Renxi.
This is not much different from Li Duohuang's previous violent fighting style.
Fists, feet, claws.
In two consecutive fights, his opponent couldn't even get Wen Renxi to show off his weapons.
This is a troublesome opponent.
The other party must be hiding some trump cards.
"Chizi, what is Wen Renxi's talent?"
"This question is difficult to answer. Please ask something else."
Qingchuan Akako dryly rejected the question.
"What weapons is he good at?"
"This question is not easy to answer, so you can ask something else."
After refusing for the second time, Xu Zhi stopped talking angrily. He felt that the little friendship between Qingchuan Chizi and him was completely unreliable.
"His supernatural talent must be very powerful, which is why his body has such abnormality." Wuya Yefulin on the side whispered: "Maybe it is some kind of body protection talent."
"Body care."
"It was the same for me back then. The coldness caused by releasing my talent froze my entire face. It was impossible to smile. If I hadn't practiced quickly enough, I would have died early. Now I'm not afraid.
…”
Wuya Yevlin hummed softly.
She is in a pretty good mood.
Everything you look at is beautiful.
"Talent, died young" Xu Zhi whispered: "That is really similar to me back then."
With Wuya Ye Fulin's reminder, Xu Zhi's eyes rested on Wen Ren Weiyang for a while before he started to write.
He passed the information on the note to Yan Jinbai and Gu Yuxi, and then looked at Wuya Ye Fulin.
"I think the Bing Linglong you have is a good medicine. Can you prepare a few more? I may need to order some if I have money in the future."
"You can order even if you don't have money. You can get any amount on credit." Wuya Yefulin replied happily: "It's best to owe more. When I marry to Dongyue in the future, my father will definitely settle this debt."
What she was thinking was quite beautiful.
But Xu Zhi did give in a little.
Whether it is used to save some people or sold to a master like Zhuang Baiqiu, this is a good thing.
"It would be great if you could buy relic gold coins over there. I have a lot of relic gold coins that can be sold out," Xu Zhi said.
In any case, he still needs to be tougher with his words. After all, he is also a rich man and cannot succumb so easily to the wealth of the Northern Xinjiang royal family.
"There is a need. We are short of everything, but we need relic gold coins." Wuya Yevlin raised her head and said.
"Didn't His Majesty Turanto say..."
"There was no shortage at that time, but we are in short supply now. You want to exchange the relic gold coins for as many Ice Linglong pieces as you want, and I will exchange them for you."
"Okay, I'd like to exchange ten coins for backup first."
"That medicine is not valuable, but it is indeed a bit rare. We only have six pills in stock over there. When I return to China, I will ask someone to look for it for you. I will definitely get ten pills."
…
The conversation with Wuya Yevlin yielded an unexpected surprise.
Girls with a lot of money are just popular.
A lot of Xu Zhi's worries were instantly solved.
"Hey, Kitajima Hitoka is here."
While talking to Wuya Ye Fulin, Xu Zhi also stared at Wen Renxi.
He didn't expect that Wen Renxi's opponent would actually be Kitajima Renhe.
This prince was not behind the scenes, but actually went to the front desk.
Considering that Kitajima Hitoshi is in his forties, he should be ready to take a break after participating in this four-nation exchange competition.
Is this because they want to shine once in their final years, or because the North Island royal family has a certain need for exposure.
The simulated battle stage is obviously flawed, which makes releasing secret skills and talents without any cost and recovery period.
Kitajima Jinhe wiped the long sword nonchalantly, and the sword body suddenly emitted billowing flames.
Many secret techniques of magical transformation were revealed one by one by him, and they were constantly added to the body.
"Bloodthirst"
"Fire Shield"
"Protective Shield"
"Attack acceleration"
…
"Are you ready?"
Opposite him, Wen Renxi split his lips, revealing his big white teeth, with a slight smile on his dark face.
He stretched out his hand and immediately held a heavy hammer in his hand.
Licking her sweet lips, Wen Renxi looked intently at Bei Dao Renhe and said, "Then I'm going to beat you to death."