National Games: Zhongli at the beginning, the sense of security is full

"Brave men, thank you for solving the crisis in this world."

The old man was still wearing a dark cloak, and the hood on the cloak covered his head and eyes, exposing the lower half of his face. It could not hide the rotten smell of necrotic tree trunks emanating from his skinny body.

He twitched the corners of his mouth as if to show a friendly and grateful smile, but his wrinkled old face looked really weird.

Even the words that sounded friendly at first gave people a strange and eerie feeling.

Jiang Yuan walked at the front. Because he was in a low mood, he didn't want to talk to him. He just nodded slightly and waited for his teammates to talk to him.

Zhang Daocheng looked at Jiang Yuan with a calm expression, Zhou Hu who looked like a dull gourd, and Xiao Songqing who lowered his head thoughtfully and recorded something.

He looked at Ruan Jiang and Zhao Bingxia, and the next moment they simultaneously extended their hands.

The two of them showed their palms, and only Zhang Daocheng showed the back of his hands.

So Zhang Daocheng turned around and started talking to the old man.

"Ah hahaha, it's a fluke, it's just a fluke."

They had a brief discussion on the way here. Regardless of whether the old man knew what happened in another dimension, as long as he didn't bring it up, the contestants would not take the initiative to speak out and regard it as a problem for them to solve.

It was just a chance encounter. The identity of this old man still needs to be questioned, so there is no need to say anything more to him.

The corner of the old man's mouth twitched and he nodded repeatedly: "You have saved the world. Although I don't have much, old man, if you need anything, as long as I have it, I can try to provide it as a thank you."

Zhang Daocheng scratched his head: "It's okay, it's easy, you just need to send us out."

Looking at the current state of the world and the empty houses behind the old man in front of him, what does he have to offer?

It's better to just leave here and receive a clearance reward at least.

"No, no, no, I definitely need to express my gratitude. Braves, don't be polite."

"You're so polite, old man, but you really don't have to." Zhang Daocheng began to use his eyes to help his teammates.

If the old man insisted, he would have no idea what he wanted.

"Please feel free to bring it up, brave men!"

It happened that Xiao Songqing had just taken back the notebook and pen in his hand, and spoke directly after hearing this.

"In this case, I'm not polite. Old man, I want to ask a question, is that okay?"

The old man nodded repeatedly: "Of course, please ask."

"I want to know, what is your true identity?"

The old man was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha, so you have already guessed that I have a hidden identity? In this case, I have no choice but to confess."

I saw the crutch in his hand that never left his hand touching the ground, and a faint blue light floated from the tip of the stick, slowly spreading until it covered the old man's entire body including his cloak.

After waiting for a few breaths, the blue light dissipated.

The old man's cloak turned into a blue-purple color like the starry sky, and he looked familiar.

However, the figure under the cloak remained unchanged. The hand like a chicken claw was raised, and the hood was removed, revealing the old man's face.

His face was still the same, the only difference was that his skin changed from black to white, as pale as a zombie, which made the age spots and bags under his eyes quite conspicuous.

The old man's expression completely changed, the original kindness that he had deliberately displayed completely disappeared, and there was a hint of evil in his black eyes.

He was clearly shorter than Jiang Yuan with his hunched back, and he looked arrogant as if he was standing at the top.

"Actually, I am the God of Prophecy."

Jiang Yuan: "..."

Paimon: "Well..."

Zhang Daocheng: "Ah, ah this."

Zhao Bingxia blinked.

They thought about the God of Prophecy they had seen in the first special secret realm. The mysterious temperament and smooth lines exuded by that tall figure looked like the handsome man's chin.

Then he looked at the old man in front of him who even insulted Dong Shi by saying that Dong Shi was imitating him.

Those who joined the team later had not seen the God of Prophecy mentioned by Jiang Yuan, but they had seen the God of Poseidon and the God of Fire.

Comparing the two cars, the gap between them is self-evident.

The old man didn't know what they were thinking. He just thought they were shocked by his identity. He laughed loudly when they were silent, with a few teeth missing in his dry mouth.

"Hahahaha, I wanted to let you leave here, but I didn't expect that you would find out your identity. It seems that you are destined to be unable to leave here."

He did not use a kind tone that was not disguised at all. His voice was full of malice and sounded disgusting.

Jiang Yuan, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke.

He raised his eyebrows, stared seriously at the old man in front of him, and asked softly: "You said you are the God of Prophecy."

"Boy, are you questioning me?" The old man frowned with a few sparse hairs and exuded a strong aura.

Several contestants saw the information marked on the old man's head.

【Pseudo·God of Prophecy】

[Level: Level 250]

Not to mention, this number is quite consistent with this so-called "god of prophecy".

Zhang Daocheng moved to the side of Ruan Jiang and Zhao Bingxia, and confirmed in a low voice: "It seems that this 'God of Prophecy' cannot see what happened in the previous space."

Zhao Bingxia and Ruan Jiang nodded in agreement.

He wouldn't be so arrogant if he saw how the sudden appearance of Ying easily suppressed the figure who was more powerful than the old man and solved a greater crisis.

She seemed to appear and leave suddenly, but who can be sure whether she will come back again?

Zhang Daocheng's lowered voice was the same as his lowered voice.

There was no one here who was hearing and seeing well. The old man should be deaf when he looked at his dim eyes. At least he had some skills. He could hear Zhang Daocheng's words clearly.

He really didn't know what happened in that space before. When Zhang Daocheng mentioned it, he suddenly had some bad premonitions in his heart.

Feeling the weak aura of these "brave men" in front of him, his heart quickly relaxed.

So what if they successfully come out of that space, they are just a few little guys with better luck.

He is the god of prophecy and worries about being unable to suppress them.

Thinking this way, the old man looked at them with tolerant eyes.

Just let you guys joke about it, soon...

Jiang Yuan dismissed the old man's momentum and eyes as nothing, and continued to ask: "So, can you predict what will happen next?"

"What else can there be? It's just that you are about to help me improve myself." The old man said lightly, and then he changed his tone, "That's all, I haven't used my abilities for a long time, so I'll let you see the great miracles that belong to the gods. !”

As he finished speaking, a trace of blue-purple divine power slowly floated out of the old man's crutch and blended into his eyes.

The originally malicious black eyes were mixed with blue-purple, making them look very cloudy.