"Big business?" Fu Qingyang stared at this demigod of the Void profession for a moment and said calmly: "He's here to bring in reinforcements, right?"
Mr. President touched the mask on his face and said in surprise: "Can the scout's insight skill be able to see the expression through the mask?"
Fu Qingyang said coldly: "I use my brain!"
Mr. President shrugged, "I need the power of the marshal. The scene of the sword piercing the twisted world last time is still fresh in my memory. There has never been such a stunning sword light in the world."
Fu Qingyang moved his fingers, and a black iron warrior standing in the corner stepped towards the wine cabinet. With a clanging sound, it poured a glass of wine for its owner, handed it to him respectfully, and then returned to the corner.
During the whole process, Fu Qingyang's fingers were shaking slightly, like a puppet master with fine manipulations.
"You are also practicing puppet control in your daily life? You are really working hard, but what Yanshi needs is not precise operation, but 'Han Xin orders more soldiers, the better'. In this regard, you have to learn from the great elder of Jiange, he can control a hundred thousand soldiers at a time
Soldier puppet." Mr. President commented.
"To me, the number of soldiers is meaningless." Fu Qingyang looked calm.
"Your talent is not very good, and you can't control it meaningfully." Mr. President said with a smile.
Fu Qingyang's face turned cold: "Is there anything else?"
The president didn't care about his displeasure and said in a tone of instruction:
"After being promoted to the master, your skills have reached a bottleneck, or in other words, they are no longer so useful. After all, the dragon-slaying skills in the saint stage are not enough in the master stage. When you reach the demigod level, they are even more mediocre.
, so you should be very anxious. Even if you have the cloak given to you by Yuanshi, you will only be stronger than the masters of the same level at most, and it will be difficult to leapfrog.
"In comparison, Yuan Shi's potential is much greater than yours. His talent in the dungeon is stronger than yours. His upgrades are very stable, and he has the relics of the Demon Lord. Even if he reaches the dominance stage, he is still the item god.
"He has met a lot of opportunities abroad recently, and his background has become richer and richer. When he clears the killing dungeon and becomes a day traveler who majors in the power of the sun, he will be almost on an equal footing with you. Well, you are currently at level eight, so you are still slightly stronger than him.
, but the advantage is no longer obvious.”
Fu Qingyang's mentality did not explode because of his words. As a scout, he has a steely Taoist heart, but his sense of urgency is indeed getting stronger and stronger.
Mr. President talked eloquently:
"Although you are known as Mr. Qian and have huge reserves of assets and props, you rarely use them and only regard them as supports. Because your talent is not high, the dazzling props will affect your fighting will. Elder Fu
, my advice to you is to follow the darkest road.
"Based on the technique and the Tao, and using the cloak as a boost, practice the 'cutting' to the extreme."
The repeated mention of "not strong in talent" made Fu Qingyang's mouth twitch. He pondered for a few seconds and said: "This is the purpose of my practice of puppet control."
"No, no, no." Mr. President shook his finger: "Now you are just increasing the number of skills. One soldier puppet represents one sword, and one hundred soldier puppets are only one hundred swords. In the eyes of opponents of the same level,
, This is scary, but in front of a truly strong man, one sword and a hundred swords are the same, and the threat will not increase."
Fu Qingyang thought about it and understood what he meant: "You mean, let me combine a hundred swords into one?"
"Yes! This is what I think is the development direction of technology. Of course, all roads lead to Rome. If you have a better idea, you might as well give it a try." Mr. President shook the ice cubes in the wine glass.
Fu Qingyang nodded and asked without further discussion:
"The situation in New York County has developed to the point where a demigod will end up?"
Mr. President shook his head:
"It's still to the extent that the masters are testing each other out, but I plan to play it big and give the evil camp a surprise."
"The Marshal is indolent and lazy. He hates long distances. She probably won't go." Fu Qingyang found a way out for him: "I suggest you find the leader of the Chihuo Gang. Fighting is his favorite thing."
Fire spiritual power is the most domineering among the major elements. It can explode and burn, and its destructive power is undoubtedly the first.
"I can't trust him." Mr. President's tone became serious: "I don't trust any of the older generation of demigods. Your sister is very clean because she is a new demigod."
"What do you mean?" Fu Qingyang was stunned.
"Do you know how the old marshal died?" Mr. President's eyes became dark and deep.
"Died in the fight for the Bright Compass, don't tell me any other secrets." Fu Qingyang frowned little by little.
"He did die in that fight, but no one has ever thought about why the old marshal didn't join forces with the Red Fire Gang, Hundred Flowers Club, Water God Palace and the demigods of the Atrium when they fought for the Light Compass." Mr. President asked rhetorically.
.
Fu Qingyang was stunned.
He was about to ask in detail, but the president shrugged: "It's okay not to mention the old things. I want to see the marshal."
Fu Qingyang suppressed the doubts in his heart, "The Marshal is in the spiritual realm, copy number: 7606."
Mr. President drank down the strong wine in the glass, raised his hand gracefully, snapped his fingers with a "pop" sound, and disappeared into the study.
Spirit Realm Number: 7606——Marshal’s Study!
After briefly roaming in the void, Mr. President quickly locked the location of the copy according to the void demigod's sense of the spatial coordinates.
The next second, he saw a pure white world. The sky and the earth were the same color, boundless. In this pure white world, there were tall bookshelves filled with novels, comics, and entertainment books.
There is absolutely no trace of the filthiness of intellectual books.
There is a large desk standing in front of the bookshelf, and there are also piles of comics and novels on the desk, ranging from ancient martial arts to today's fantasy, from the boss to the revenge of Xiao Baihua.
There is even A Bing, who is not good at studying, and the Bai family's young wife who has a beautiful heart.
There are always no serious books, and less serious books are everywhere.
In addition to reading, there are also milk tea, drinks, chocolate, potato chips, nuts, etc.
A young woman with lush white hair lay in an inelegant posture on a high-backed chair. Her legs in boots were folded on the table. A cup of twenty-yuan milk tea stood on her chest. She was reading comics and slurping her head.
One bite.
Suddenly, she had an inspiration and raised her eyes to look ahead.
In front of the desk, a man wearing a burgundy suit was slowly outlined.
The two looked at each other in silence, speechless for a moment.
"It seems I came at the wrong time?" Mr. President asked tentatively.
The woman put down the milk tea and comic book without saying a word, and slowly drew out the big sword!
Windy City, headquarters of the American Gods Association.
In the imagination of the bottom, the headquarters of the American Gods Association is like a wine pool and a forest of meat, where the outstanding erotic professions hold parties every day in the palace-like residence.
There is never enough wine to drink, and endless food to eat. Big shots frequently visit the headquarters of the Beauty God Association, and they also frequently visit the delicate bodies of different erotic professions.
In fact, the headquarters of the American God Association is located in the Huancheng Building in the CBD area of Fengcheng. This is one of the tallest buildings in Fengcheng and is the property of the American God Association.
The investment companies, securities companies, health clubs, supermarkets, restaurants, and banks operated by this building are all controlled by the American God Association.
In these companies, there is always no shortage of employees and leaders with outstanding business capabilities and beautiful appearance. They drive sports cars to work every day, spray on luxury perfume, and carry bags worth tens of thousands of federal dollars. When they get off work, there is always a wind.
The city's celebrities, politicians and bosses were picked up for dinner.
In the office of the CEO of Global Investment Company, Diana was wearing elegant gold-rimmed glasses, golden hair, and a light gray suit, looking down at the investment report.
Her skin is as white as milk, her facial features are as delicate as carvings, the fullness and lines of her lips, the height of her nose, the size of her eyes, and the thickness of her eyelashes. Every detail is exquisite and flawless.
"How did you come?"
She raised her head and looked at the sofa in the reception area with gentle eyes.
The next second, Diana's gentle eyes turned to astonishment: "What happened? Who was beaten? Is there anyone in the world who can catch you?"
The man in a burgundy suit was lying on the sofa in a state of embarrassment. His elegant suit was in tatters, and half of his mask was broken, revealing his bruised cheeks.
"Don't worry about these details." The man waved his hand: "It's normal to get beaten if you peek at someone's privacy. Where is your president? I want to see her."
The president of the American Gods Association is elusive and has no fixed residence.
As the only demigod in the profession of love, her charm has become a walking hormone. No matter men or women, humans or animals, they will be addicted to her charm and cannot extricate themselves.
Therefore, she rarely appears in the public eye. Even the top management of the American God Association rarely see her, but they have contact information.
Diana said in a deep voice: "Is there any action taken?"
Mr. President nodded:
"I want to end the camp war in New York County ahead of schedule. From the extraordinary to the saint, we have been winning. If the master of New York County can be wiped out at once, the evil camp will lurk for a while and turn to secret plots. Although the secret arrows
It’s hard to prevent, but we need time.”
He sighed: "Yuanshi still needs time."
Diana was silent for a few seconds and said with a wry smile: "Yes, our Lord of the Sun is still a cub."
New Testament County.
In a three-story building in Kings County, where the immigrant population is concentrated and the crime rate is extremely high.
Gangsters, mostly black, were lying in the corridors and courtyards. There were no wounds on their bodies, but their hearts had stopped beating.
In a room on the second floor, a well-built Nico was forced into a corner, looking at the cold-tempered young man in front of him with a horrified expression.
"Master Tongtian, you, what do you want to do?"
Nico is a middle-level backbone of the Hunter Guild, a level 5 saint, and his profession is Siren.
He met the vice-president's new favorite, the Dream Master from the second district.
"I heard that you have cleared this month's spiritual realm dungeon?" Leader Tongtian said coldly.
"Yes, yes." Nico replied in a daze, and then said in a trembling voice: "What on earth do you want to do, even though you are the vice president?"
Before he finished speaking, Zhang Yuanqing stretched out his hand and covered his face with his palm. Nico's voice suddenly stopped, his face was twisted in pain, and he let out a heart-rending scream.
A thin black thread stretched out from Zhang Yuanqing's fingertips, and worm-like worm-like burrowed into Nico's forehead. After a moment, the thin black thread pulled out a dark blue character card engraved with storms and waves.
The black viscous liquid quickly covered the card, digesting it completely.
Nico, who lost his character card, leaned against the wall, collapsed, and returned to the spiritual realm.
This month's dungeon can be fooled, and then all we have to do is wait for the killing dungeon a month later. Zhang Yuanqing thought in a good mood.
The time has come to November, and it will be the middle of November in a few days, and the killing dungeon is between the middle of the year and the middle of the end of the year, which is only one month.
Originally, he wanted to seize a sixth-level "Retribution Knight" character card and try his luck to see if he could find information on the components of the "Thor Suit". However, considering that he had heavy tasks recently, and the copy of the sixth-level Saint,
It can be as short as a few days, as long as a week, or even longer. There is no time to waste in the copy.
He will not get any experience points in the dungeon. At most, he can collect props and materials. If the tasks in the real world are busy, there is no need to download the dungeon.
At this time, Zhang Yuanqing's cell phone dinged, and he took it out of his pocket to check the messages.
It was a text message from Donna, asking him to have tea at the branch of the American Gods Association at three o'clock tomorrow afternoon.
It's three o'clock in the afternoon. Isn't it the time to have sex? Or do you want to chat with me and talk about love first, and then have sex in the evening? Zhang Yuanqing thought for a moment and sent a message to the president:
"Donna asked me to have tea at three o'clock in the afternoon."
Immediately, he sent the same content to Catherine.
A few minutes later, he received a reply from Catherine and the president.
[Mr. President: There will be six masters participating in tomorrow's action. I will take you to meet them at nine o'clock in the evening. ]