spirit walker

Chapter 756 Marshal's Privacy

"Big business?" Fu Qingyang stared at the demigod of the Void profession for a moment, and said calmly: "It's here to rescue soldiers."

Mr. President touched the mask on his face, and said in surprise: "Can you see the expression through the mask with the scout's insight technique?"

Fu Qingyang said coldly: "I use my brain!"

Mr. President shrugged, "I need the strength of the marshal. The last time I stabbed through the twisted world with a sword is still fresh in my memory. There has never been such an amazing sword light in the world."

Fu Qingyang flicked his fingers, and a black iron soldier standing in the corner stepped towards the wine cabinet, clanging, it poured a glass of wine for the owner, handed it respectfully, and then returned to the corner.

During the whole process, Fu Qingyang's fingers were trembling slightly, like a finely manipulating puppeteer.

"You are also practicing puppet control skills in daily life? It's really hard work, but what Yanshi needs is not fine manipulation, but 'Han Xin orders as many troops as possible'. In this regard, you have to learn from Jiange Great Elder, he can control [-] soldiers in one breath. Soldiers." Mr. President commented.

"For me, the number of soldiers is meaningless." Fu Qingyang looked calm.

"You are not very talented, and you can't control the meaning." Mr. President smiled.

Fu Qingyang's face turned cold: "Is there anything else!"

The president didn't care about his displeasure, and said in a tone of pointing out:

"After being promoted to the master, your skill has reached the bottleneck, or in other words, it is not so useful. After all, the dragon slaying skill in the saint stage is not enough in the master stage. When you reach the demigod state, it is even more mediocre. , so you should be very anxious, even if you have the cloak that Yuanshi gave you, you are at best stronger than the master of the same level, and it is difficult to leapfrog.

"In contrast, Yuanshi's potential is much stronger than yours. His talent for raiding dungeons is stronger than yours. His upgrade is very stable, and he has the relic of the demon king. Even in the master stage, he is still a prop god.

"He has had a lot of encounters abroad recently, and his background has become more and more rich. When he clears the killing dungeon and becomes a day travel god majoring in the power of the sun, he will almost be on an equal footing with you. Well, you are now at level eight, and you are still slightly stronger than him , but the advantages are no longer obvious.”

Fu Qingyang's mentality did not explode because of his words. As a scout, he has a heart of steel, but his sense of urgency is indeed getting stronger.

Mr. President talked eloquently:

"Although you are known as Mr. Qian and have a huge reserve of assets and props, you rarely use them and only regard them as auxiliary, because your talent is not high, and dazzling props will affect your will to fight instead. Elder Fu , My suggestion to you is to go all the way to the dark.

"Based on skills close to the Tao, with the help of the cloak, practice 'slashing' to the extreme."

The repeated mention of "not strong talent" made Fu Qingyang's mouth twitch. He pondered for a few seconds and said, "This is the purpose of my practice of puppetry."

"No, no, no." Mr. President shook his fingers: "You are just increasing the number of skills and Taoism. One puppet represents one sword, and one hundred puppet is just one hundred swords. In the eyes of opponents of the same level , It's scary, but in front of a real strong man, one sword and one 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 sword?"

"Yes! This is what I think, the development direction of technology and Tao. 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, did not continue the discussion, and asked:

"The situation in Xinyue County has developed to the point where a demigod ends?"

Mr. President shook his head:

"It's still at the level of mutual testing between masters, but I plan to play a big game and surprise the evil camp."

"Marshal loves leisure and hates work, is lazy by nature, and hates long-distance travel the most. She probably won't go." Fu Qingyang found a way for the other party: "I suggest you find the leader of the Chihuo Gang. He likes fighting and fighting the most."

Fire spirit power is the most domineering among the major elements. It can explode and burn, and its destructive power is well-deserved.

"I can't trust him." Mr. President's tone became serious: "I don't believe in any demigods of the older generation. Your sister is very clean because she is a newly promoted demigod."

"What do you mean?" Fu Qingyang was taken aback.

"Do you know how the old marshal died?" Mr. President's eyes became dark and deep.

"Die in the struggle for the Bright Compass, don't tell me there is another hidden story." Fu Qingyang frowned a little bit.

"He did die in that battle, but no one has ever thought about why the old marshal didn't join hands with the demigods from the Scarlet Fire Gang, Hundred Flowers Club, Water God Palace, and Atrium when they were fighting for the Bright Compass." Mr. President asked .

Fu Qingyang was stunned.

He was about to ask in detail, but the president shrugged his shoulders: "It's okay not to mention the past, I want to see the marshal."

Fu Qingyang suppressed the doubts in his heart, "Marshal is in the spirit realm, copy number: 7606."

Mr. President drank the strong wine in the glass, raised his hand chicly, snapped his fingers with a "snap", and disappeared into the study.

Spirit Realm Number: 7606——Marshal's study room!

After roaming the void for a short time, Mr. President quickly locked the location of the copy according to the demigod's perception of the space coordinates.

In 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 all entertainment books. Absolutely not the slightest filth of knowledge books.

In front of the bookshelf stands a large desk, on which there are also high piles of comics and novels, ranging from ancient martial arts to modern fantasy, from the overlord to the vengeful Xiao Baihua, everything that one expects to find.

There are even A Bing, who is not good at studying, and Lan Xinhui, a young woman from the Bai family.

There are always no serious books, and not so serious books are everywhere.

In addition to idle books, there are also milk tea, drinks, chocolate, potato chips, nuts and so on.

A young woman with lush white hair is lying on a high-backed chair in an indecent posture, her legs in boots are crossed and placed on the table, and a cup of 20 yuan milk tea is standing on her chest. While reading comics, she lowers her head and takes a sip .

Suddenly, she was inspired and raised her eyes to look forward.

In front of the desk, a man in a wine red suit was slowly outlined.

The two stared at each other in silence, speechless for a moment.

"It seems that I came at the wrong time?" Mr. President tentatively asked.

The woman put down the milk tea and comic books without saying a word, and slowly drew out the big sword!

Windy City, the headquarters of the Beauty God Association.

In the imagination of low-level spiritual practitioners, the headquarters of the Association of Beauty Gods is like a forest of wine and meat. The elegant and lustful professionals hold gatherings in palace-like residences every day.

With endless wine and delicious food, big shots frequently come and go to the headquarters of the Beauty God Association, and they also frequently come and go to the delicate bodies of different erotic professions.

In fact, the headquarters of the Beauty God Association is located in the Huancheng Building in the CBD area of ​​Fengcheng, one of the tallest buildings in Wind City, and it is the property of the Beauty God Association.

The investment company, securities company, health club, supermarket, restaurant, and bank operated by this building are all controlled by the Beauty God Association.

In these companies, there is always no shortage of employees and leaders with outstanding business capabilities and national beauty. They drive sports cars to work every day, wear luxury perfumes, and carry bags with tens of thousands of federal coins. When they get off work, there is always wind The city's celebrities, politicians and bosses are picked up for dinner.

In the office of the CEO of Global Investment Company, Diana was wearing elegant gold-rimmed glasses, her golden hair, and a light gray suit, looking down at the investment report.

Her skin is as fair as milk, her facial features are as delicate as engraved, the plumpness 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 gently at the sofa in the reception area.

In the next second, Diana's gentle eyes turned to astonishment: "What's going on? Who beat you up? Is there anyone in the world who can chase you?"

The man in the wine-red suit was lying on the sofa in a state of embarrassment. His elegant suit was tattered, and half of his mask was smashed, revealing his bruised cheeks.

"You don't need to care about these details." The man waved his hand: "It's normal to be beaten for peeking at someone's privacy. Where is your president? I want to see her."

The president of the Beauty God Association is elusive and has no fixed residence.

As the only demigod in the sex profession, her charm has become a walking hormone, no matter men or women, no matter human beings or animals, they will be addicted to her charm and cannot extricate themselves.

Therefore, she seldom appears in the public eye, and even the top executives of the Beauty God Association seldom see her, but there is contact information.

Diana said in a deep voice, "Is there any action?"

Mr. Chairman nodded:

"I want to end the faction war in New York County ahead of schedule. From the extraordinary to the holy, we have been winning. If we can wipe out the master of New York County at once, the evil camp should lurk for a while and turn to secret planning. It's hard to prevent, but we need time."

He sighed, "Yuan Shi still needs time."

Diana was silent for a few seconds, then smiled wryly, "That's right, our Lord of the Sun is still a cub."

New York County.

In a three-story building in Kings County, where the immigrant population is concentrated and the crime rate is extremely high.

Gangsters, mostly of black race, lay in disorder in the corridors and small courtyards. They didn't have any wounds on their bodies, but their hearts had stopped beating.

In a certain room on the second floor, a muscular Nige was forced to a corner, looking in horror at the young man with a cold temperament in front of him.

"Master Tongtian, you, what do you want to do?"

Nego is a middle-level backbone of the Hunter's Guild, a level 5 saint, and his profession is a sea monster.

He knew the vice president's new favorite, the dream master from the second district.

"I heard that you have already cleared this month's spiritual dungeon?" Tongtian Cult Master said coldly.

"Yes, yes." Ni Ge replied in a daze, and then trembled: "What do you want to do, even though you belong to the vice president?"

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Yuanqing stretched out his hand and covered his face with his palm. Ni Ge's voice stopped abruptly, his face twisted in pain, and he let out a heart-piercing scream.

A thin black line extended from Zhang Yuanqing's fingertips, and it burrowed into Nige's forehead like a worm. Suddenly, the thin black line pulled out a dark blue character card engraved with storms and waves.

The black viscous liquid quickly covered the card and digested it.

Ni Ge, who lost his character card, leaned against the wall, collapsed, and returned to the spirit realm.

This month's dungeon can be fooled, and then just 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 the year in a few days, and the killing copy is in the middle of the year and the middle of the end of the year, which is only a month away.

Originally, he wanted to grab a character card of the sixth-level "Retribution Knight" and try his luck to see if he could find information about the parts of the "Thor Suit", but considering that he had a heavy task recently and the copy of the sixth-level Saint As short as a few days, as long as a week, or even longer, there is no time to waste in the copy.

He won't get any experience points in the dungeon. At most, he can collect props and materials. In the case of busy tasks in the real world, there is no need to download the dungeon.

At this time, Zhang Yuanqing's mobile phone "ding dong", he took out the mobile phone from his pocket and checked the information.

It was Tang Na's text message, asking him to have tea at the branch of the Beauty God Association at three o'clock tomorrow afternoon.

Three o'clock in the afternoon, isn't it time to have sex, or do you want to chat with me first, talk about love, and then have sex at night?Zhang Yuanqing thought for a moment, and sent a message to the president:

"Donna asked me for tea at three o'clock in the afternoon."

Immediately after, the same content was sent 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 operation, and I will bring you to meet them at nine o'clock in the evening. 】

[Catherine: Good job. 】

PS: The typo is corrected first and then corrected.

(End of this chapter)