"Big business?" Fu Qingyang stared at the demigod of the void profession for a moment and said lightly: "I'm here to bring reinforcements."

The president touched the mask on his face and said in surprise: "Can the scout's insight technique be able to see the expression through the mask?"

Fu Qingyang said coldly: "I'm using my brain!"

The president shrugged, "I need the power of the marshal. The last time the scene of a sword piercing through the twisted world is still fresh in memory. There has never been such a stunning sword light in the world."

Fu Qingyang moved his fingers, and a black iron armored soldier standing in the corner stepped towards the wine cabinet, making a clanging sound. 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 shaking slightly, like a puppet master who was manipulating fine lines.

"You are also practicing puppet control techniques in daily life? You are really working hard, but what Yanshi needs is not meticulous operation, but 'Han Xin's more troops will be better'. In this regard, you have to learn more about the elder of Jiange, who can control 100,000 soldiers in one go." The president commented.

"To me, the number of soldiers and puppets is meaningless." Fu Qingyang looked calm.

"You are not very talented, and you can't control it even if you have meaning." The 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 guidance:

"After being promoted to the Lord, your skills are almost at the bottleneck, or rather, they are not that easy to use. After all, the dragon-slaying technique in the Saint stage is not enough in the dominance stage, and it is even more ordinary to reach the Demigod realm, so you should be very anxious. Even if there is the cloak given to you by Yuanshi, you will at most be stronger than the Lord of the same level, and it is difficult to surpass the level.

"In comparison, Yuanshi's potential is much stronger than you. His talent in the strategy dungeon is stronger than you, his upgrade is very stable, and he also has the relics of the Demon Lord. Even when he reaches the dominant stage, he is still the prop Heavenly Lord.

"He has encountered many encounters abroad recently and has become more and more rich in background. When he passes the killing copy and becomes a sun tour god who majors in the power of the sun, he will be on an equal footing with you. Well, you are at level 8 now, and you are still slightly stronger than him, but your advantage is no longer obvious."

Fu Qingyang did not explode because of his words. As a scout, he had a heart of steel, but his sense of urgency was indeed getting stronger and stronger.

The President talked:

"Although you are known as Mr. Qian and have huge reserves of assets and props, you rarely use them and only regard them as auxiliary because your talent is not high, and the dazzling props will affect your fighting will. Elder Fu, my advice to you is to go all the way to the black.

"Based on skills that are almost the Tao, and using cloaks as a helper, we can practice 'slash' to the extreme."

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

"No, no, no," the president shook his finger: "You are just making the number of skills that are almost the same as Tao. A soldier puppet represents a sword, and a hundred soldiers are only a hundred swords. In the eyes of opponents of the same level, this is terrible, but in front of a real strong man, a sword and a hundred swords are the same, and the threat will not increase."

Fu Qingyang thought for a while and understood what he meant: "What do you mean is to let me combine a hundred swords into one sword?"

"Yes! This is what I think, the technology is almost the direction of development. Of course, all roads lead to Rome. If you have a better idea, you might as well give it a try." The president shook the ice in the wine glass.

Fu Qingyang nodded, and asked:

"The situation in New Testament County has developed to the point where the demigod ends?"

The President shook his head:

"It's still the level of temptation between the masters, but I plan to play a big one and surprise the evil camp."

"The Marshal is lazy and lazy. He hates long journeys the most. She probably won't go there." Fu Qingyang found a clear path for the other party: "I suggest you find the leader of the Chihuo Gang. He likes fighting the most."

Fire Spirit Power is the most domineering of all major elements, with its undeserved first being explosive, combustible, and destructive power.

"I can't believe him." The president's tone became serious: "I don't believe any of the older generation of demigods. Your sister is very clean because she is a new demigod."

"What does it mean?" Fu Qingyang was stunned.

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

"Diet in the battle for the light compass, don't tell me there is something else." Fu Qingyang frowned slightly.

"He did die in that battle, but no one ever thought about why when he was fighting for the light compass, the old marshal did not join forces with the Red Fire Gang, the Hundred Flowers Society, the Water God Palace and the Demigods of the Atrium." The president asked back.

Fu Qingyang was stunned.

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

Fu Qingyang suppressed his doubts, "The Marshal is in the Spirit Realm, dungeon number: 7606."

The president drank the strong wine in the glass in one go, raised his hand casually, snapped his fingers with a "pop" and disappeared into the study.

Spiritual Realm Number: 7606——The Marshal’s Study Room!

After a brief roaming in the void, the president quickly locked the position of the copy according to the Void Demigod's sensing of the spatial coordinates.

The next second, he saw a pure white world, the sky and the earth were the same color as the earth, boundless. In this pure white world, there were high bookshelf, and the bookshelf was filled with novels, comics, and all kinds of entertainment books, and there was absolutely no filth of knowledge books.

There is a large desk in front of the bookshelf, and there are also high comics and novels on the desk, from ancient martial arts to today's fantasy, from the domineering master to the revenge Xiaobaihua, everything is available.

There are even A Bing who is not good at studying and a young woman from Bai who is beautiful in her heart.

There is always no serious book, but there are no serious books everywhere.

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

A young woman with lush white hair was lying indecently on a high-back chair, her legs in long boots were folded on the table, and a cup of 20 yuan milk tea stood on her chest. While reading a comic, she lowered her head and took a sip.

Suddenly, she was inspired and looked forward with her eyes.

At the desk, a man in a burgundy suit slowly outlined it.

The two looked at each other silently, speechless for a moment.

"It seems that I'm coming at the wrong time?" the president tentatively said.

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

Fengcheng, the headquarters of the Beauty God Association.

In the imagination at the bottom, the headquarters of the Beauty God Association is like a wine pool and a meat forest. The elegance of erotic vocations hold parties every day in their palace-like residences.

With endless wine and endless food, big people frequently go to and from the headquarters of the Beauty God Association, and often go to and from the delicate bodies of different erotic professions.

In fact, the headquarters of the Meishen Association is located in the Ringcheng Building in the CBD District of Fengcheng. One of the tallest buildings in this Fengcheng City is the industry of the Meishen Association.

The investment companies, securities companies, health clubs, supermarkets, restaurants, and banks operated by this building are all controlled by the Meishen Association.

In these companies, there is always a shortage of employees and leaders with outstanding business capabilities and national beauty. They drive sports cars to work every day, spray luxury perfume, and carry bags of tens of thousands of federal coins. When they get off work, there are always celebrities, politicians and bosses from Fengcheng to pick them up for supper.

In the office of the CEO of Global Investment Company, Diana wore gentle and delicate women's gold wire framed glasses, tied her blond hair, and was wearing a light gray suit. She looked down at the investment report.

Her skin is as fair as milk, her facial features are as delicate as carvings, her lips are full, lines, the height of her nose, the size of her eyes, and the thick eyelashes. Every detail is exquisite and flawless.

"Why are you here?"

She raised her head and looked at the sofa in the reception area with gentle eyes.

The next second, Diana's gentle gaze turned into shock: "What's going on? Who beat me up? Can anyone in the world chase you?"

The man in a burgundy suit was lying on the sofa in a mess. His exquisite suit was torn and half of his mask was beaten to pieces, revealing his bruised cheeks.

"Don't care about these details." The man waved his hand: "It's normal to get beaten up after peeking at someone's privacy. It's 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 erotic profession, her charm has become a walking hormone. Whether men and women, humans or animals, they will be addicted to her charm and cannot extricate themselves.

Therefore, she rarely appears in the public eye. Even the senior executives of the Beauty Society rarely see her, but she has contact information.

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

The President nodded:

"I want to end the camp war in New Testament County early. From the extraordinary to the holy, we have been victorious. If we can eliminate the masters of New Testament County at one time, the evil camp should be lurking for a while and turning to secret planning. Although hidden arrows are difficult to defend, we need time."

He sighed, "It will take time for Yuanshi to do it."

Diana was silent for a few seconds and smiled bitterly: "Yes, our Lord of the Sun is still a cub."

New Testament County.

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

Gangsters, mostly black, were lying in the corridors and courtyards. They had no wounds on their bodies, but their hearts had stopped beating.

In a room on the second floor, a strong body Nico was forced into a corner and looked at the cold-tempered young man in front of him with a look of horror.

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

Nico is a middle-level backbone of the Hunter Guild, a level 5 saint, and his profession is Siren.

He knows the vice president's new favorite, the dream envoy from the second largest region.

"I heard that you have passed this month's copy of the Spirit Realm?" said coldly.

"Yes, yes." Nico replied in a daze, and then said in a trembling voice: "What do you want to do, even though you are the vice president."

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Yuanqing stretched out his hand and covered his face with his palm. Nico's voice stopped abruptly, his face twisted and painfully, and he let out a heart-wrenching scream.

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

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

Nico, who lost his character card, leaned against the wall, fell down dejectedly, and returned to the spiritual realm.

This month's dungeon can be fooled, and you only need to wait for the killing dungeon in a month. Zhang Yuanqing was in a good mood.

It has reached November, and it will be mid-year in a few days, and the killing copy is in the middle of the year and the middle of the year, which is only one month.

Originally, he wanted to seize a character card of the Level 6 "Punishment Knight" and try his luck to see if he could find information about the "Thor Set" component, but considering that he had heavy tasks recently, the copy of the Level 6 Saint is as short as a few days, as long as a week, or even longer, and he has no time to waste it in the copy.

He will not get any experience points in the dungeon, and at most he collects props and materials. When the tasks in the real world are busy, there is no need to set up a dungeon.

At this time, Zhang Yuanqing's mobile phone sounded "dingdong", and he took out his cell phone from his pocket to check the information.

It was a text message from Donna, and asked him to go to the branch of the Meishen Association for tea at 3:00 tomorrow afternoon.

It was three o'clock in the afternoon, it was not the time to get out of the sheets, or would you like to chat with me first and have a relationship, and then get out of the sheets at night? Zhang Yuanqing thought for a moment and sent a message to the president:

"Donna asked me to have tea at 3:00 pm."

Immediately sent the same content to Catherine.

A few minutes later, he received a reply from Katherine and the president.

[Mr. President: Six masters will participate in the action tomorrow. I will take you to meet them at 9 o'clock in the evening.]

【Catherine: It's done well.】

PS: Change the typo first and then change it.
Chapter completed!