I am God

The competition in each arena was just as Yong Shili had speculated, showing a one-sided situation, and there was no way to see the true strength of these powerful players.

And Xiu Zhe also saw a lot of people whom Minette didn't collect information but he knew, such as Paris and Albert.

Xiu Zhe had already guessed that Paris would participate when he knew that Xuzu was holding the Yellow Dragon Conference. After all, she and Aska had a lot of grudges. With Paris' character of revenge, how could she swallow her anger?

Paris has not changed much, but she has become more and more beautiful as she grows older. In terms of beauty, Paris is only slightly inferior to Yong Shili. She should have been the object of pursuit by countless young talents, but her appearance when she brutally beat her opponents is different. Let people stop the idea of ​​​​wanting to pursue her.

But Albert has changed a lot. The arrogance he used to have has long since disappeared, replaced by a sophisticated and steady.

The match between the two was almost at the same time, and when they defeated their opponents in a decisive battle, they all walked towards Xiu Zhe who was sitting quietly in the audience.

The gathering of the four people who are already the focus attracts more attention. In addition, Xiu Zhe and Albert are two handsome guys, and Yong Shili and Paris are two different styles. Big beauties with great style will inevitably make people judge high and low in their hearts and whisper with friends around them when they get together.

Of course, this is just a way for outsiders to pass the boring time. After exchanging a few words of pleasantries, Xiu Zhe and the four sat down to exchange anecdotes and strange things that happened to them since they separated.

But what everyone said was some irrelevant trifles. Albert did not take the initiative to mention the battle between Casillas and him. Albert, who did not want to participate in this tournament, finally changed his mind and decided to sign up. , and there was only one reason that prompted him to do this, and that was to verify how strong Xiu Zhe was.

"Xiu Zhe, have you met Iker Casillas?"

Albert was silent for a while when he suddenly asked Xiu Zhe, who was slightly taken aback by the sudden question, and then responded, "Are you talking about Iker Casillas, who is three meters tall, has a beer belly, is dark, and grows horns like a demon?"

Such a detailed description made Albert's mind flash back to the scene when he and Iker Casillas just met, and at the same time, he was sure that even if Xiu Zhe had never met Iker Casillas, he would know him.

Putting the painful defeat behind him, Albert forced a smile and said, "Yes, that's him."

"I haven't met him before." Seeing Albert's stiff and slightly weird expression, Xiu Zhe asked, "What's wrong?"

"I'm so fucking unlucky." Albert sighed helplessly. There are obviously so many existences stronger and more monstrous than him on the Arad continent. Why on earth did Casillas take the knife on himself? Woolen cloth?
But what Albert didn't know was that the person who was indeed stronger than him and could defeat him was either in the Tower of Despair or a person who used magic, but Casillas didn't want to fight the magician.

Because even the ancestor of the magician, the second apostle, Herder the Weeping Eye, is no match for Casillas. Is there any magician who can fight him?
"Forget it." Albert sighed again, as if he had made up his mind to tell the story of how he and Iker Casillas fought, but when he heard that Albert was killed without even touching a finger of the opponent Destroyed, Paris even thought that something was wrong with her ears.

As for Xiu Zhe and Yong Shili, who were well aware of the apostle's strength, they were not so surprised, especially Xiu Zhe seemed extremely calm, not at all moved by Casillas' strength.

Xiu Zhe's genuine indifference rather than pretending made Albert unable to figure out what Xiu Zhe was thinking for a while.

In fact, even if Casillas is a hundred times stronger than the current Xiu Zhe, Xiu Zhe will not worry at all. The inability of the apostles to kill the apostles is the order of the cosmic avenue. An order that Endu cannot break.

"I said, why are you not as frivolous as before? Are you frustrated?" Paris patted Albert's back carelessly and joked, while Albert just shook his head with a wry smile. In time, he figured it out, what right did he have to be proud of so many powerful beings in the vast universe?
At the same time, Albert also knows that he should not be immersed in past failures and cannot extricate himself. Now he feels frustrated and self-pity because he can't touch Casillas, then he will stop here in his life.

For the weak who can't cultivate their state of mind, once the inner demons formed by setbacks are formed, it is difficult to make a major breakthrough.On the other hand, those with a firm mind will turn this setback into a driving force for their own growth and improve rapidly. Albert is now vacillating at this fork in the road.

On the one hand, he thought that he shouldn't be so depraved, and on the other hand, he felt that he could not defeat such a powerful opponent in his lifetime, and there was no point in cultivating.

Xiu Zhe could see that Albert's state of mind was not very good at this time. As a friend, he didn't want a genius like Albert to stop because of this. After thinking for a while, Xiu Zhe asked: "The northern part of the Principality of Belle Mare?" You should have heard of the Tower of Despair, right?"

Albert was slightly startled and then responded: "I just know one thing, the appearance of that black tower in the Principality caused quite a stir."

"That's the training ground for the members of the Violent Hunting Squad. As long as they sign an agreement with the head of the group, Azera, they can enjoy a semi-permanent life without being limited by time."

What Xiu Zhe said not only made Paris's eyes widen, but even Albert stood up with a "bass" and asked in surprise, "Really?"

Smart people like Albert can naturally understand the meaning of Xiu Zhe's words. If they can really have enough time to practice without being restricted by time in the Tower of Despair, what's the problem with being restricted in personal freedom and being ordered by others?

"Of course, I have some friendship with Azera, the head of the Violent Hunting Squad, but your strength should attract her attention. After all, the purpose of the Violent Hunting Snatching Squad is to protect the apostles. If you are not strong enough, how can you protect the apostles?"

Albert seemed a little excited, although he didn't know why some organization chose to protect the apostles, but this did not affect his determination to join the violent hunting group and hurriedly asked: "I can meet the criteria you said for joining the group at this level Is it?"

Xiu Zhe smiled and said, "I don't know what your strength is now? Besides, I'm not a member of the Violent Hunting Squad. All of this depends on you to fight for the opportunity to practice in the Tower of Despair. "

"Thank you." Albert's tone seemed very sincere. Although he didn't know if this kind of information had long since been rotten, Xiu Zhe did point him to a clear path.

After waving his hands, Xiu Zhe showed an indifferent attitude, but just as Albert sat down and was about to inquire about the information on the Tower of Despair in detail, a female voice sounded from behind the four of them: "Excuse me."

Xiu Zhe didn't even look back, just from the trace of divine power contained in the voice, he could tell that the woman behind the question was either an elf or a priest.

But no matter who the other party is, Xiu Zhe is unwilling to see it, or he who uses the dark power of the underworld instinctively rejects people or things with divine power.

The person who came was Galantis. Seeing the three of Yong Shili turning their heads and looking at him in unison, Galantis suddenly lowered her head timidly and shyly. She rarely came out to practice and contact outsiders, not to mention that the two girls in front of her were prettier than the other, which made Galantis's voice even softer by a degree.

"Excuse me, do you know Xiu Zhe?"

Xiu Zhe frowned slightly, turned around to look at Glentis, and responded, "I am Xiu Zhe."

Galantis froze on the spot with some astonishment. She just wanted to find someone nearby to ask about Xiu Zhe's appearance, and after watching Xiu Zhe's few matches, she got a general understanding of him and finally prepared to get in touch. Among the four people, Xiu Zhe himself was sitting here.

Xiu Zhe sized up Glandis without a trace. To be honest, this girl carrying a cross that was half as tall as her was more beautiful than her, not to mention Yong Shili, even Kaili.

The only thing that attracted people's attention was Galantis's well-developed figure and those blue eyes that looked like the sky.

Gloria stayed where she was, but Xiu Zhe would not commit such a foolish thing and asked, "Who are you?"

"Oh." Galantis seemed a little natural and awkward, and ran her hands along her short blond hair that hadn't fallen to her shoulders, and said falteringly: "My name is Galantis Gracia , is . . a clergyman."

Xiu Zhe and the others couldn't help but feel a little funny, let's not talk about the huge cross on the back of Glentis, even if there is no such eye-catching cross, anyone who sees the cross patterns on her costume can tell that this is a priesthood Or, is there any need to explain your identity again?

But besides being funny, only Albert noticed the surname of Glandis. Albert, who has been proficient in all kinds of power since he was a child, has naturally come into contact with the holy power of the clergyman The origins are somewhat understood.

"One of the five saints, a descendant of Shapiro Gracia?"

Hearing Albert's question, Xiu Zhe was a little surprised. Although he didn't know much about priests, he still knew a few famous priests who led many priests to defeat Ozma in the dark jihad. of.

Especially Shapiro Gracia, it is said that he played a vital role in the dark jihad, and is the most critical figure in determining the victory of the dark jihad.