Du Fang entered the Dumeng Building and arrived at the 16th floor.

The members of the Wildfire Team were gathered in the training room. When Du Fang came, they were training, except for Team Zhang who was wearing bandages and sucking a cigarette in his mouth.

"Xiao Du is here."

Zhang Changlin raised his chin towards Du Fang.

A gentle smile suddenly appeared on Du Fang's face: "Captain Zhang, I met an old man looking for you downstairs. He was wearing a black suit, very elegant and well-educated."

Zhang Changlin was stunned: "Look for me?"

"Impossible. Among the old men I know, there is no one who likes to wear suits, but there are those who like to wear Tang suits."

"Don't Team Zhang know him?"

Du Fang was stunned for a moment, then touched the back of his head, thought for a while, and laughed: "It seems that maybe it was a survivor who was rescued by Team Zhang from the dream disaster. He wanted to send a banner to Team Zhang."

The dream master is actually very similar to the doctor. They both help people through the world, but the doctor treats physical disasters, while the dream master overcomes the disasters in the dream.

Therefore, it is really possible for patients to send banners or something.

"Huh? That's possible, what about that old man? Why didn't you bring him up?"

Speaking of pennants, Zhang Changlin was mentally and his physical injuries were no longer painful.

"The old man may have something urgent to do, he left in a hurry."

Du Fang thought for a while and said.

Zhang Changlin waved his hand uninterestingly: "Then say a hammer."

"Come on, Xiao Du, come here. In two days, the new dream master invitational tournament will be held. Xiao Xi has known the rules for a long time. However, this is the first time you have heard of the invitational tournament. I will tell you the rules."

Zhang Changlin took a sip of cigarette, spit out the smoke rings, and said.

"Captain, have children."

Du Fang thought for a while and reminded.

Zhang Changlin: “…”

Come again?

Where did the child come from? He started to open his eyes and tell lies again.

However, these days, Zhang Changlin also understood Du Fang's situation. This child... was mentally ill, which was the sequelae of the survival of the dream disaster.

Poor child, Lao Zhang doesn't care about him as much as he wants.

After extinguishing the smoke, Zhang Changlin said lightly: "The Newcomer Dream Match Invitational Tournament, although it is an invitational tournament, it is second only to the National Dream Match Competition."

"In fact, the competition system is actually similar to the National Dream Match Competition, which is divided into provincial and national competitions, but the team competition of the Dream Match Team is missing."

"The champion of the Rookie Dream Master Invitational Tournament is known as the No. 1 pick. He can receive a large amount of resource rewards from the Dream Master Association. Lao Su should tell you about this."

"But you have to understand how difficult it is to win the championship."

"There are 34 provincial administrative regions in the country, and there are countless cities that have built the Dream Miaoma Building. Each city has three gold medal teams, ten silver medal teams, and more bronze medal teams. They are basically elites, and the newcomers they choose are carefully selected."

"In addition to those dream ferry teams in super-large cities, the competition pressure between them is extremely huge. The dream ferry masters they have trained, even if they are newcomers, are outrageously strong."

"The pressure in Jinling City is much worse than that of megacities. The main reason is that Jinling City does not encounter many high-risk dream disasters. Over the years, a mysterious ninth-grade dream disaster broke out last month, and it ended inexplicably."

"Other megacities have more or less encountered terrible dream disasters, and many newcomers even survived the dream disasters of the city-destroying ranks..."

"In front of them, you Du Fang... are nothing."

Zhang Changlin looked at Du Fang with a serious expression.

He was instilling Du Fang with the idea that the newcomer invitational tournament was extremely difficult.

The purpose is very simple,

He didn't want Du Fang to be too arrogant.

It is precisely because of the high hopes for Du Fang,

That's why I would be a serious reminder.

If you don't have any hope...

It would just say eight words just like Zhang Changlin introduced the invitational tournament to Chen Xi.

“Enjoy the game,”

“It’s about participation.”

...

...

A roar came from the back seat.

The driver Lao Chang was startled. He didn't even bother to wear white gloves. He kicked the accelerator and ejected the extended version of the luxury car.

The driver has never seen the master lose his composure like this.

After all, Lao Chang knew very well how powerful his master was.

This is an existence that even if you meet the president of the Jinling Dream Duji Association, you will not be afraid of it!

But at this moment,

The master was filled with fear.

That's a kind of...

It seems like facing the fear of the indescribable evil god!

What exactly happened to the master?

Losing the elegance that has always been?

Didn’t you just chat with the sunny and very energetic young man just now?

That guy looks harmless and pretty.

How could the master show such fear?

Could it be that... the master's identity has been exposed?

Was it discovered by the president of Jinling Dream Duji Association?

But even if it is exposed, the master cannot be so afraid. After all, he is not unable to beat the other party.

Lao Chang dares not say anything,

Don't dare to ask anything.

Through the rearview mirror, I saw the master sweating heavily and was bleeding a lot.

I can only drive the vehicle desperately and shoot on the road.

The speed was getting faster and faster. The master didn't shout to stop, and he didn't dare to slow down.

The speed continues to increase!

Traffic rules are not allowed.

On both sides, traffic police warnings and sirens sounded, but Lao Chang still did not stop.

The old man leaned on the leather seat and gasped.

The top hat has been worn crooked, and the suit on his body is no longer neat, making it look a little messy.

This is an incredible thing for this old man who pays attention to etiquette and form.

"That's..."

"What kind of monster is it?"

The old man's forehead was covered with white hair, and sweat beads continued to come out.

He wiped the sweat beads with a white handkerchief, and there were still fears in his eyes.

What really scared him was not the young Du Fang, who was young.

But the little girl next to Du Fang...

He tilted his head, his mouth was sharp and his teeth were full of sharp teeth, and his body exuded the aura of a superior person, looking down at him from a high point.

This feeling seemed to put him in hell.

"Does the fallen god?"

The old man breathed a sigh of relief.

As the old man stayed away from the Dumeng Building, the old man's heart calmed down.

"It should be a fallen god, and an extremely powerful fallen god, which makes it clear... However, how terrifying should the fallen god who can appear in reality?"

The old man took a breath again.

I became a little excited again!
To be continued...