Rebirth Game Tycoon

Early the next morning, the wind flowed as promised and came to the courtyard of Master Wuhao.

He stayed at the door alone, and did not enter, just to see who would send those special talents for plane warfare.

Feng Zhongliu believed in his own eyesight, as long as he was a person in Tianzun God City, he would never fail to see the identity of the other party.

Not long after, a team of carriages came at the entrance of the courtyard. There were a total of six carriages. The carriages looked a bit dilapidated. There were no badges or marks of a wealthy family, and no details that could represent their identity.

It was clear at a glance that these carriages were just the most common cargo carriages rented from the God City Bazaar, and they did not belong to any wealthy power.

The door opened, and soon someone jumped off the carriage.

A total of fifteen people gathered at the door, tall, short, fat, thin, old, weak, sick, and disabled.

His first thought was that Lord Wu Hao should have been fooled!These people don't seem to be able to play at first, can they rely on this team to build a plane?

There are a total of nine forty-two level veterans over there. At least they are a kind of combat power. Apart from being too old, they should still have combat power.

But the six here seem to be too exaggerated!

The leader is a tall, strong man, who looks quite sturdy, but he is only a forty-level fighter, and he doesn’t have the iron-blooded spirit of a god-nation warrior. He has a big head and small eyes. Di Yao turned straight, covered in the smell of copper, and looked like a businessman, and he was the smartest kind.

Beside this brawny man, followed closely by a white and pure young man, with delicate eyebrows, he looked very young, only eighteen or nine years old at most, and he looked like a thin-skinned meat!If it is not for the fine velvet on the lips, it is easy to be regarded as a guy disguised as a man.

If this one looks quite normal, then the four people behind them can only be described as crooked melons.

A short old man with wicked eyebrows, so old, but only thirty-fifth level of combat strength, he is dressed in tatters, he is not a serious person, and has an unusually wretched temperament. If he is a thief Head, it is estimated that most people will believe it.

There is also the fat man at the back, who is a bit strong, but he doesn't seem to be more than thirty-sixth in his combat power. He has a fat head and big ears, and his body is very greasy. He also has an exaggerated pig-killing knife on his waist. It's the kind of real pig knife, often seen on the butcher's cutting board in the vegetable market, and it has no quality at all.

Or to put it simply, this guy should be a butcher at all!

And the two who showed up last, the two hooked their shoulders all the way, and were so affectionate.

But the problem is that one is directly dressed up as a beggar, with ragged clothes, just like wearing a rag strip. When he walks, he not only brings wind, but also runs out, showing two black thighs from time to time, which makes people look hot. eye.

And the other guy, in terms of clothing, is really bold, and he has reached the sky.

Because he was actually wearing a priest's robe, but the badge on the collar was removed, and the rank of the priest's robe was not visible, and the robe was too old, and many places were washed white. Also worn out.

It was such a group of people who swaggered and stepped onto the steps talking and laughing, preparing to enter the small courtyard of Master Wuhao.

Where did Feng Zhongliu have seen so many low-level people? With his status and status, he has almost never interacted with these little people in the market, such as the three educators, the traffickers and pawns.

However, at this time, of course he couldn't just let these people break into Master Wuhao's yard.

Therefore, Feng Zhongliu stepped forward and took the initiative to stop in front of the gate.

"What are you doing? This is Master Wuhao's other courtyard, where people are not allowed to enter!" The wind rushed and shouted loudly.

With his shout, there was a three-point power in his voice. Under the burst of light pattern power, it directly turned into a sound wave and rolled away.

Suddenly, the front door of Master Wu Hao's house turned over and fell to the ground.

The headed burly businessman squirmed his head, dragged the delicate young man, and jumped to the side with one stride.

The few who followed behind them were unlucky. The first to bear the brunt was the big butcher. He was drunk by the wind, and his whole body trembled with fat. His face was soil-colored, and the fat on his face rippled like ripples. Go, the scene is spectacular.

"What are you doing? Master Wu Hao invited us to come!" the brawny businessman blocked the delicate young man behind him and shouted confidently.

Feng Zhongliu frowned, but did not yell again, but sighed secretly in his heart, it seems that Lord Wu Hao was really fooled!Who are these people?Can't even hold a roar, expect these people to fight on a new plane?Just kidding!

"Who are you? I dare to come to the Master's Mansion to bluff and deceive, do you really think I am eating dry food?" Feng Zhongliu said sharply.

He reported his family, just want to use his name to scare these monsters away!

The Three Masters of Black Blood are extremely famous in the Tianzun God City, from the top officials and the nobles to the traffickers and pawns.

I don't know that the brawny businessman is not in awe, but angrily said: "The Three Masters of Black Blood? Isn't it enough? This is the Master's Mansion. You are so rude to Master Wu Hao's guests, what a play!"

Feng Zhongliu showed murderous in his eyes, and clenched his fists.

After staying in Tianzun God City for so many years, it was the first time anyone dared to be so disrespectful to him!Could it be that the reputation of the Three Masters of the Black Blood is not good after following Master Wuhao?

Seeing that the killing intent was revealed in the wind, the nine forty-two veteran soldiers behind the brawny businessman drew their swords in their hands at the same time, and stepped forward in unison, bursting out intent to fight without showing weakness.

The average age of these veterans are all sixty years old, more than one round older than the wind. If you fight alone, no one is his opponent.

However, when these nine veterans of the Hundred Battles drew their swords in their hands, an indescribable aura of iron and blood erupted from them, which made the defenders invincible. Even the wind was so amazing. The young master couldn't help being a little moved.

Although Fengzhongliu might not really be afraid of these nine forty-two veteran fighters, the opponent has indeed shown a good combat power that is worthy of his attention.

When the people on both sides confronted each other, the courtyard door was suddenly opened from inside.

It was the priest Huang Shaotian who came out. She glanced at the scene outside the courtyard calmly, and said lightly: "Master Wuhao said, let them in!"

As soon as he heard this, the brawny businessman's face immediately rose up arrogantly, and he blew his lips into the wind with a provocative look.

With a cold snort in the wind, he calmly let go of the blocked courtyard door.

Just let these people go in, and in front of Master Wu Hao, it's not too late for me to break through their tricks!Feng Zhongliu thought to himself.

A group of people walked into the small yard, and immediately filled the small yard.

Lu Menglin sat in the hall, looking at the people who came in, but did not show any special expressions.

Although he hadn't seen what happened just now, based on his breath perception, he had guessed it seven or eight.

Knowing that it was the wind that blocked this group of people outside, it was obvious that they did not look at them.

However, when I put it in, even Lu Menglin was a little surprised.

Tall, short, fat, old, weak, sick, and disabled, almost all of them are here!

"Gao Dajin, are these the people you found for me?" Lu Menglin asked the burly businessman headed by him.

That person was Gao Dajin from the Grassroots Gang, he hehe laughed twice and nodded.

"Master Wuhao, let me introduce you one by one! First of all, the one standing next to me is the linguist Mi Xiaochong. He is proficient in the languages ​​of the six ethnic groups and has a profound knowledge of ancient characters. He is an understanding of new planes. Knowledge is the most suitable and one of the most important candidates."

The first thing Gao Dajin introduced was the Wenxiu youth standing next to him. This youth was younger than Master Wu Hao, but he was already a linguist. This title is hard but surprising.

You must know that the word scholar, no matter where you are in the world, is not something you can get leisurely. It must be proficient in the profession to a certain level, and also possess a high degree of self-creativity in order to be called a scholar. name.

However, the presence of a young master such as Wuhao, Zhuyu, and now a similarly young linguist, does not seem to be unacceptable.

Moreover, there is an essential difference between proficiency in language and magic-building technology. The former has the accumulation of countless predecessors. As long as you are willing to spend a certain amount of time and energy, plus talent, you have the opportunity to achieve it. However, the master of magic-building is unprecedented. The gap between the two is quite different.

However, the vast majority of young people in the gods respect bravery, and it is really rare for people like Mi Xiaochong to devote their time and energy to linguistics.

Lu Menglin nodded and asked with a smile: "Wind in the air, do you know how to assess a language master?"

This sentence caused Feng Zhongliu to ask questions on the spot. He is a Shinto priest, talented and powerful, but he doesn't understand linguistics!Only one language, how to assess?

"This, I'm afraid I can't!" Feng Zhongliu lowered his head, a little ashamed.

Lu Menglin thought for a while, strode into the yard, stretched out a hand and broke a branch, and made a few strokes on the ground.

"Master Mi, can you help me see what these words are and what do they mean?" Lu Menglin smiled politely.

In fact, when he started to mark those words, the Mi Xiao Chong scholar was already observing, and his expression was extremely focused, and he immediately immersed himself in it, unable to extricate himself.