At 7:30 in the evening, Xu Ji had just finished dinner and was about to review some high school mathematics, study the sine theorem and cosine theorem, and do dozens of exercises.
His cell phone rang suddenly.
It's a strange phone call!
Xu Ji frowned slightly, but still answered the phone.
"Your Excellency Xu Ji?" On the other side of the phone was a male voice with an awkward pronunciation. Judging from the voice, he was probably in his thirties and full of energy.
"Huh?" Xu Ji frowned and asked, "Who are you?"
"I am your friend!" the other party said: "You can call me Mr. G!"
"Mr. G?" Xu Ji didn't quite understand: "Is something wrong?"
"Yes!" Mr. G replied: "I heard that you may want to go to the Khmer border in the near future to hunt the Naga ghost tree?"
"I advise you not to go!"
"Because there will be many enemies ambushing you!"
"They have now mobilized a large number of manpower and assembled a lot of weapons and equipment!"
Xu Ji laughed: "I know!"
"What about you?"
"But I will still go!" Xu Ji smiled.
How could you not go?
If you want to condense the golden elixir as soon as possible, you must go and get the fruit of the so-called ghost tree and let the old immortal refine the body refining elixir that can be taken.
Otherwise, his cultivation may come to an end!
With Blue Star's aura concentration, it would be pretty good if he could live to be two hundred years old.
If you want to live forever, how can you be afraid?
Besides...
Xu Ji has received the security guarantee from the Republic!
It is impossible for the enemy to use heavy firepower.
Without the involvement of heavy firepower and modern war weapons, just relying on a few RPGs and heavy machine guns, do you want to harm a foundation-building monk?
joke!
Even Xu Ji is not afraid of mere RPGs and machine guns.
What's more, it's the Taoist figure from the mythical world who takes action!
It is no exaggeration to say that based on Xu Ji's own experience, even if the old immortal only uses the Taoist method of foundation building, apart from nuclear weapons, there are very few Blue Star weapons that can kill instantly.
With just RPGs and machine guns, I'm afraid I can't even touch the corners of the old god's clothes!
The Taoist and magical powers in the mythical world, even if they are just foundation-building Taoist powers, are something that is incomprehensible and inexplicable to Blue Star.
When used from the hands of Taoist figures, it is even more of a dimensionality reduction attack!
"Then I can only wish you good luck!" the person on the other side of the phone said after a moment of silence.
"Thank you!" Xu Ji nodded: "Mr. G, I will remember you!"
Of course Xu Ji understood that the person who made this call definitely had no good intentions.
But, it doesn't matter anymore.
When the strength is sufficient, all conspiracies and tricks are just scratching the surface.
As long as Xu Ji successfully condenses the golden elixir, he can master the magical power of soaring into the clouds and riding the mist under the guidance of the old god.
Although he is not as good as Sun Wukong, a somersault cloud is one hundred and eight thousand miles away.
But it's definitely faster than Blue Star's aircraft.
…
Eastern Europe, Budapest.
A man in the old castle put down his mobile phone, with a smile on his lips: "Interesting!"
"This oriental 'immortal' seems to be full of confidence!"
He threw his phone on the stone table of the castle and looked at the men wearing ancient masks and medieval robes surrounding the stone table.
"Then let us see what the 'Immortal' is capable of!"
"Let's see if it's as powerful as those Eastern myths!"
"Raise the reward to two hundred thousand 'sacred coins'!" he ordered.
The people sitting in front of the stone table looked at each other. A man wearing an Ottoman-era kurakot helmet stood up and asked his own question: "Mr. G, will this be a waste?"
"Waste?" Mr. G laughed: "If we can use 200,000 sacred coins to exchange Citigroup and Dongfang for hostility, that would be a great deal!"
"Over the years, Citigroup people have been constantly infiltrating and suppressing us in the European direction!"
Mr. G looked at the man wearing a Kulakot helmet: "Didn't your Sultan almost be overthrown by rebels commanded by Citi a few years ago?"
The man nodded, his expression uncertain.
Mr. G looked at others: "Citigroup has not only pointed fingers at Ankara in recent years..."
"There is no shortage of penetration into your country!"
“It’s not uncommon for the prime minister’s phone to be tapped, and for cabinet ministers to be directly supported by Citigroup!”
"why?"
“Because Citi’s focus has always been on our side!”
"Under the guise of a Rakshasa threat, Citi's B52s are patrolling our airspace with nuclear bombs!"
"By acting in a show-off with the Rakshasa Emperor, the Citizen's army and air force are stationed directly on our territory!"
"We want freedom!"
“I want the same freedom as Citizen!”
"We want to control our own destiny, we want to decide our own destiny!"
"But for Citi people, this is impossible in one day!"
When Mr. G said this, he couldn't help but get excited!
Just like the industrial revolution in the old era gave birth to the local bourgeoisie in various countries, the bourgeoisie brought nationalism, and nationalism began to emphasize national interests.
The era of demons and ghosts also gave birth to local martial arts classes in various countries.
Martial arts masters who have mastered power began to rise.
New interest groups are bound to seek their own demands in political governance.
The geographical environment in Europe is extremely harsh.
The confinement left by the old era makes it difficult for the emerging martial arts class to breathe!
Like the Internet technology in Europe, martial arts practitioners in Europe have been severely attacked and suppressed by Citigroup.
The evidence is that since the era of demons, global security consortiums have risen.
Among the top 100, there are less than ten from all European countries combined.
Moreover, they are generally ranked outside the top fifty!
You know, even in the Republic, which resolutely cracks down on demons and ghosts and forcibly clears them, there are still two security groups that have squeezed into the top ten.
Penguin Security ranks fifth in the world in terms of private security valuation!
In the corporate culture and promotion that as long as you recharge, you can be safer.
In recent years, Penguin Security has continued to conquer cities and territories in Africa and South America!
What about Europe?
The strongest is Anchorage, ranked 54th, with a valuation of only 50 billion euros.
Why?
Because once the European martial arts masters appear in public, they will face coercion and inducement from Citigroup.
Who dares to disobey?
We will face pressure from all aspects!
If you show a threat to the interests of the Citi Security Foundation, you may commit suicide or die of illness.
Ten years ago, Anchorage CEO Matic was directly arrested by Citigroup personnel when he went to a meeting with Citigroup, and he is still detained in Citigroup's St. Elizabeth's Mental Hospital.
It was said that Matic suffered from severe schizophrenia and needed to be hospitalized.
Since then, Anchorage has added three directors from Citi to its board.
This is the background for the establishment of the Holy Roman Organization.
The martial arts class that grew up in mainland Europe, faced with the suppression and strong control of Citigroup, were unwilling to act as slaves and wanted to control their own destiny, so they united.
In order to unite, they even recruited martial arts masters from Ankara.
Pothos is also a Luo!
This is why Holy Rome is classified as a 'serious threat' by the CIA.
"But..." Mr. G looked at his friends: "As long as in the East, Citigroup begins to fall into confrontation..."
"Then, the power they originally used to control us will be greatly weakened!"
"If you fall into a quagmire, then..."
Mr. G looked at the representative from Ankara: "Your Excellency Pasha, think about it, when one day the Dardanelles Strait and the
No more Citizen warships will be seen in the Bosporus…”
"Only a few symbolic warships remain at the anchorage of the Fifth Fleet..."
The pasha from Ankara immediately became short of breath.
Mr. G looked at a knight wearing a fleur-de-lis badge again: "Duke of Burgundy, think about it, when there are only symbolic Citi troops stationed in Citi military bases in various European countries..."
"Is there still resistance to the formation of the European coalition?"
The Duke of Burgundy's virginity was suddenly closed.
General de Gaulle is here!
This is the promised time of the kingdom!
Reappearing the glory of the emperor is our mission!
"The Duke of Cologne..." Mr. G said to a knight wearing plate armor again: "Think about it, Wiesbaden's First Division was transferred to East Asia, and Heidelberg's Fifth Army only had one headquarters left...
…”
"Can your country take this opportunity to increase military spending to 5%?"
The knight swallowed.
The glory of the Third Reich flashed in his eyes.
"so!"
"Gentlemen……"
"Is it worth 200,000 sacred coins in exchange for the possibility of Citigroup's center of gravity moving eastward?"
