"Who are these guys?"

Lu Ming asked curiously.

Those five young men and women actually needed special accompanying Mr. Wang and others.

"If you don't understand, don't speak nonsense!"

The one who spoke was not Han Ziling, but the young man at the seventh level of the God King.

This person's name is Qi Ping, and he is the number one master in the younger generation of Fengdu Sword Sect. He is even better than Han Ziling, Wang Changke and others.

He glanced at Lu Ming coldly and continued: "If you don't have any knowledge, don't speak randomly. Be careful to cause a big disaster for yourself. Those geniuses are all foreign players invited by the head and others from outside. They are all powerful races on the list of the prehistoric races, and they are not ordinary races, and they are at least within the top three thousand!"

"So it's foreign aid!"

Lu Ming whispered, but he didn't even look at it.

"This kid..."

Seeing that Lu Ming dared to ignore him, a ray of cold light flashed in Qi Ping's eyes.

He is the number one genius of Fengdu Sword Sect and has a bright future. When the disciples of Fengdu Sword Sect see him, no one is respectful. Lu Ming, this disciple who suddenly appeared, dared to ignore him. In his opinion, this was humiliating him.

Of course, he had a bad tone and scolded Lu Ming, in his opinion, it was right.

"Hmph, you will regret it if you dare to ignore me!"

Qi Ping snorted coldly in her heart, then looked at the five foreign aid geniuses, immediately had a smile on her face, and greeted her, smiling all over her face, clasped her fists and said, "My brother Qi Ping, I have met Brother Han, Brother Yan..."

Um!

The five young men and women glanced at Qi Ping casually, and let out a faint gratitude, not seeing Qi Ping at all.

In their eyes, a so-called genius of Fengdu Sword Sect is vulnerable.

If the Fengdu Sword Sect hadn't paid a big price to invite them, they would have been too lazy to come here.

He was despised by the five foreign aid geniuses, Qi Ping's face was still full of smiles, nodding and bowing, like a slave.

"What a shame!"

Han Ziling snorted coldly, her face a little bad.

The number one genius of Fengdu Sword Sect, doing this style makes Fengdu Sword Sect as a whole embarrassing.

"Qi Ping, you go back!"

President Wang couldn't stand it anymore and said.

"Sect Master, it's okay, I'll accompany Brother Han and the others!"

Qi Ping was shameless and refused to leave.

In his opinion, this is a rare and good opportunity. As long as he makes friends with these geniuses from the big clans, he will rise to the top in the future.

Seeing this, Chief Wang's face turned dark.

"alright!"

President Wang said, attracting everyone's attention.

"The Resource Covenant will be carried out in three days. Each force will send sixteen geniuses to participate in the competition. I, the Fengdu Sword Sect, are you!"

"The resource alliance is related to the resources of the Fengdu Sword Sect for a long time in the future and the development of the sect. So this time, you must do your best to win glory for the sect!"

"I will definitely give my all!"

Han Ziling and others shouted.

The five foreign aid geniuses just looked at them lightly, with a faint disdain and ridicule in their eyes.

In their opinion, this time the Fengdu Sword Sect depends on them.

Relying on the Fengdu Sword Sect itself? The highest level is only the seventh level of the God Lord? What's the use?

The five of them, the one with the lowest cultivation level, are all at the eighth level of the God King.

"Okay, let's go!"

Chief Wang announced.

This time the Resource Covenant was held on a planet called Hagu Star.

Hanguxing and Mengcheng are the places where every resource covenant is held.

After they arrived, there was still one day before the resource covenant began. They lived in a vast palace, which was the base of Fengdu Sword Sect in the Alliance City.

The Union City was very prosperous. Lu Ming and Han Ziling first came, so they naturally walked around. They returned to their residence in the evening, but were blocked by several people.

They are those five foreign aid geniuses.

Now, Lu Ming already knows which races these five foreign aid geniuses come from.

Two of them are from the Sacred Heart Clan.

The Sacred Heart Clan ranks 1,790 on the list of the prehistoric races.

There are three more people, from the Purple-Eyed Golden Goose Clan, who are on the list of the prehistoric tribes, ranking 1930.

They are all races within the top two thousand, famous in the prehistoric universe, with strong racial talents and genius as genius.

Among the five, one is the eighth level of the God King, three is the ninth level of the God King, and one is the young man from the Sacred Heart Clan, with a quasi-imperial level cultivation level.

This kind of person is not an ordinary quasi-emperor, but a quasi-emperor genius, with very strong combat power. This person's name is Han Feng.

Han Feng looked at Han Ziling, revealing a ray of hot light.

"Miss Ziling, it's such a coincidence that we are about to go to drink and have a meal, so why not be together!"

Han Fengdao, with evil eyes, unscrupulously glanced at Han Ziling.

Han Ziling is very beautiful, but she has a heroic spirit, which makes people feel a desire to conquer.

Han Ziling's face darkened and she felt uncomfortable being seen.

"Sorry, I'm tired and want to go back and rest!"

Han Ziling said.

Obviously, this is just an excuse to shirk it. Will the God King Realm be easily tired?

Sure enough, Han Feng's face turned gloomy.

"Han Ziling, what do you mean? Do you think we are fools? I'm tired, haha, Brother Feng asked you to have a meal to give you face, don't give you shamelessness. You must know that your leader is also polite in front of us!"

Aside, another young man from the Sacred Heart tribe was drinking coldly.

Han Ziling's face was also shocked and ugly. The other party was a genius of a big race and she couldn't afford to offend her.

But Han Feng obviously has bad intentions towards him, and she is absolutely unwilling to go with Han Feng, otherwise it would be even more dangerous.

"Sorry, Miss Ziling has agreed to go to dinner with me. You are late!"

Lu Ming interrupted.

Suddenly, several cold gazes looked at Lu Ming, with disdain and warning.

"Boy, are you having a brain problem or are you ignorant of your politeness? Why don't you get out of here!"

Another young man from the Sacred Heart tribe drank coldly.

Although Han Feng didn't speak, his eyes were very cold.

If you are an ordinary person, you should be polite at this moment.

But Lu Ming didn't know how to show off.

"Miss Ziling, let's go, I'll cook for you in person!"

Lu Ming did not look at Han Feng and others at all, and smiled at Han Ziling, then walked into the gate.

Han Ziling understood it and hurriedly followed.

"Boy, you're looking for death!"

Another young man from the Sacred Heart Clan shouted coldly, and his cold murderous intent broke out and rushed towards Lu Ming.

Lu Ming's eyes turned cold and he was about to take action.

"Everyone, don't be impatient!"

A flash of figure, and the leader Wang appeared and quickly stopped several people.

With the God Emperor here, they naturally couldn't take action.

"President Wang, this is your disciple of Fengdu Sword Sect. He is so arrogant and arrogant!"

Han Feng said coldly and quietly.

Master Wang smiled bitterly in his heart. Unexpectedly, before the resource alliance began, Lu Ming and Han Feng met.
Chapter completed!