Trafford’s Trading Club

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Dark, but able to see, can breathe without air flow, can't feel time flow... here is the dimensional crevice.

In a floating, fragmented island terrain community, a healthy figure is rapidly moving over one of the floating islands.

He has a classy name: Fish Egg Strong.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Using a double truncheon with two unknown bones of essentially identical length, wearing a white vest, large pants slits, and... slippers.

Fish eggs have hundreds of void Yuan demons of different sizes behind them - and of course, they're just void Yuan demons, with no higher species. Even if there is, Fish Egg Strong can only run on his slippers.

“Can you not make this strange sound?” Not far away, a seemingly lazy and hung young man scratched an itch and asked in arrogance.

It's love, you know the ball!

Nevertheless, Fish Egg Qiang clamped his double truncated bones under his armpit and came to the young man, bowing his head in vain: “Master Musashi. ”

Because he can go back now, not just yell ‘I'm going to fight ten', but even a hundred is fine - but he can't fight Musashi.

Musashi lay still, he couldn't even break his guard, and could even be pierced by one of Musashi's nasal hairs for minutes - just like that!

Fish Egg Qiang doesn't know how long he's been in this shithole, it feels like it's just been a few days, it seems like it's been a long time... he even starts to miss his fish egg powder slot.

“Master Musashi, I don't think the Void Yuan Demon here is my opponent anymore, should we change the map next?” Fish eggs are still faintly taught.

He likes this feeling of getting stronger - most importantly, he never topped up or bald!

“Next...” Musashi struck another arrears.

But at this moment, a ray of light flashed in the void, falling in front of Musashi's eyes... the lazy loose Musashi eyes suddenly became more sharp, then watched the fish eggs strong, got a funny smile.

He stood up, "Next, I'm going to show you a new map, a weird drill. ”

“What map?” Fish eggs are eager to try.

Musashi smiled and said: "Heaven. ”

……

Just graduated from the new village, we're going to challenge the suspected world-class cap nightmare copy, what should we do?

Fish egg Johnson Thursday trembled, one hiding in the corner, afraid of limits.

He saw the figure in the form, some like shadows, can't see clearly, some can bring their own dark pasture, or can't see clearly, some with holy light effect, bright blindness can't see clearly, some clearly see clearly, but just can't remember the other person's appearance, some more direct, clearly knows that here, but can't see or touch.

Fish egg john just recognized three.

The one who fought Little San Gong and left a sign to come to the beginning of the dimensional cleavage - the fat man named Dong Zhuo.

The sword of the Eternal Night Palace, and finger your own museum master.

“Is this the lucky guy who found my token? ”

Fear of limiting fish egg strength, this time also bears Dong Zhuorao's interesting gaze - as for the empty Yuan Demon thigh snack in Dong Zhuo's hand, it is also one of the root causes of fish egg strength fear of limiting... is he eating the empty Yuan Demon??

“Yeah.” Musashi still lazy, lazy to talk to Dong Zhuo, “Dimensional crevice is an incredible place, this guy clearly passed his best age, his body has stopped growing and even started to recede... this is not it, it's starting to grow again. ”

“Huh?” Dong Zhuo rubbed his chin, lifted the fish egg like a chicken, grabbed it and pinched it. In the end, Dong Zhuo shook his head and threw it away. “Too thin, but the talent of overgrowth is okay. Musashi, fuck it, I'll eat it another day. ”

“Master Dong, this guy is at least half my disciple, isn't it appropriate?” Musashi still laughs and moans.

Dong Zhuo shrugged his shoulders and pulled a new Yuan Demon thigh out of his pocket. He sat on the ground and chewed it... The fish eggs shook a cold sweat.

But sweat doesn't seem to exist in the crevices, so he just feels the feet get cold.

“Master Musashi, what is super growth?” Fish Egg Qiang still heard about himself from Dong Zhuo's words.

“Didn't the sword tell you?” Musashi asked curiosity.

Fish eggs glanced at the girl who had been sitting there, her eyes still open, and she shook her head.

Musashi thought for a moment: “I don't know, you're in a wonderful place. Anything that doesn't seem right to you can only be treated as reasonable here. For example, you, wherever you are, are just a useless old loser of wood, but here at the stitches, this situation changes because you get the gift of stitches. ”

“You mean... super grown?” The talent sounds good when the fish eggs rush to the bright eye.

“Correctly, you are not really a super-growth, just a low-level category in the super-growth category. But that's okay, it's just a low performance of the gifted seed, and if you have the opportunity to evolve the gift in the future, you will have special attributes, and no one else will be able to see it so easily. ”

“What am I? ”

“Probably… secondary development.” Musashi randomly said: "Just slightly raised your growth cap. Incidentally, the talent of a director is also super grown, but it is by far the best kind of super growths known. ”

“What about Master Musashi?” Fish egg strong once again begged for help.

Musashi suddenly shrugged his eyes: “I'll tell you one more thing, unless it's my willingness to be public, it's going to be eaten to ask about someone else's gift here. ”

Fish eggs strong... continue to be afraid of restrictions, hid behind the Musashi and Hidden Sword, silently looking at the strong man here.

He can't count how many people there are.

The guys here, each one of them gives him the same feeling as a musketeer master, or a sword hidden —— feel like every sneeze can hang itself.

They were three, three, two, two, or two, alone, forming a small group, but there seemed to be two large camps separated between them, with the feeling that the river did not violate the well water.

Fishballs doesn't know what they're talking about... it's a language he understands but doesn't, as if the definition of language has left him.

Fish eggs can only continue to scrupulously and carefully write down what they can write down - for example, there is a man next to the action, dressed almost like a musashi master, called Oda.

Not far away, for example, is a particularly beautiful man in a big red robe, and they call him Longyang.

There is also a woman who is also particularly beautiful... Beautiful is not like words, a glance is like a woman to fall in love with: Da Jing.

Dong Zhuo... Da Hsien?

Emmmm…

Fish egg strength continues to be afraid to limit it, and the atmosphere dares not kick it.

At this point, a new guy came to this place, a foreign old man with white hair, with a man behind him who didn't look too good to mess with.

Dong Zhuo seemed to be interested. At this moment, he chewed on Yuan Demon's leg. Meat Mountain seemed to tremble and walked over. He greeted him.

……

“So this is the new guy you're guiding, Albert? ”

The old man with white hair in front of him needs to lean his head in order to see Dong Zhuo's face. The old man's manners are very good, at least compared to Dong Zhuo's, "Long time no see, Dong Zhuo. This is Rob. ”

The young man behind Albert looked sharply at Dong Zhuo as if he were a hungry wolf lying in the bush.

“What a cheerful little guy, I like it.” Dong Zhuohaha laughed.

Albert smiled: "The appreciation of the director is a recognition of my work... I heard that the newcomer led by the director is also quite remarkable. When the first arrived, he was admired by Lord Sha at the bottom of the beggar between the thrones and stayed with him. ”

“That's why I've been idle lately, eating, sleeping, eating.” Dong Zhuo suddenly finished eating the leg of the second Yuan Demon.

“Well, Albert, I said hello to someone else. ”

Meat Mountain continues to move.

“Who is this guy?” Rob frowned.

Ever since he failed to snipe the Royal Princess of Xuan and was saved by Albert, he has been involved in some sort of experiment with the old man… a horrible quantum pairing experiment.

He survived this experiment, while harvesting much more powerful power than ever before - despite this, he still has a sense of inaction when faced with Albert - basically, this form of guy, every one of them, is similar to Albert.

He was the god of the Michal club, basically one of the most powerful in the world in some way. It's not like he's any better than he is, but it's not much.

Such as the club's twenty-six seats, such as the world's invincible Shinzhou Jinlong, such as the royal princess who was attacked by herself and could easily fight back.

But intuition tells him that every one here, more horrible than he knows —— strength will be consistent or far beyond, Rob hasn't changed too accurately, but the only thing is absolutely more horrible.

And... so many!

“The director became a skipper much earlier than me.” Albert smiled slightly: “There is generally no concept of time in dimensional crevices, but if you put it in the present world of the various masters, the director becomes a superior, almost 2,000 years earlier than me. Although there is no clear hierarchical relationship between the transcendents, as a newcomer facilitator, the director is sort of a dominant role in this group… of course, it's just a work dominance. We are still basically free, except for a few moments when we need to assemble. ”

“Like this one?” Rob's face grew heavy.

By the time he got here, he'd heard something from Albert… something he didn't even dare to think about before.

“Listen, there is no formal definition of superior/subordinate relationships between transcendents, and most of us are equal. But with the throne, the place where the thrones stay is called between the thrones, and they are the founders of the transcendent, we need to respect them. ”

Speaking of which, Albert's divine colour became muddled… not only Albert as his own guide, but also the form of the circumference, the powerful transcendent, had inadvertently stopped talking in a fine voice.

In an instant, Rob understood... that only the higher throne could silence these powerful, far beyond the limits of the universe.

Robert's subconscious breath took a deep breath - although there was no need to breathe here.

“Glad to have so many people. ”

The sound, it sounds directly from the spirit.

It's a white shadow that can't see the pattern… or it has a graphic with the concept of a pattern, a simple mouth and eyes.

But suddenly he suppressed the horrors of the mighty breath of all the transcendents, but struck deep into Rob's soul... and suddenly he realized something about the horrors of the thrones, which, just hearing the voices, made the soul tremble with great power - even though he was now far more powerful than ever before.

“Meet the Archimedes throne. ”

Different voices.

Robert took another deep breath, heard the name of the throne, and once again made him feel incredible... this is the second name he heard of the throne, and the first, obviously the ‘beggar bottom' Albert mentioned when he spoke to the director.

The transcendent has no clear superior relationship, the transcendent is basically in a state of freedom, and the convocation of the throne is not an option - this time, for example, the convocation of the Archimedic throne is not the whole transcendent.

Some are still living in their own world, doing what they like, some are still wandering around in dimensional crevices… some, perhaps in the present world of other lords, may be sitting in an open-air tea table, sipping coffee and staring at newspapers.

There are also ways to discover newcomers, such as Wolfgang, a newcomer who is challenging the abyss.

No birds, or no birds.

“I'm sure you've come to know what we need to do this time.” The voice of the throne sounds again in the minds of the transcendents, "if Noah falls into heaven. He's the only one who can manipulate the ark, and we need to free him from heaven. ”

To be honest, it is actually the side of the stripper, strangled with paradise.

“Gentlemen, if you have any questions, you can ask them now, and I will answer them. ”

The super strippers remained silent... and at this moment, a dark-skinned man around Da himself slowly walked out, "Throne, when I captured Yuan Demon, I encountered one thing that needed to be shared with you. ”

“Oh, Solomon, please tell us what you know.” The voice of the throne sounds again.

The dark man… Solomon said positively at this time: “In the process of capturing the Yuan Demon again, I and Da Jing suspected to have found traces of the 'empty Shura’. ”

The quiet transcendents, all of a sudden, became lively… because they knew what the empty Shura was.