Watching Zhang Yunfeng and his nine carriages disappear into the distant mountains and forests, Bruze sighed, looked back at Baroque, who had just returned from behind, and was covered in a messy and gray face, and said lightly, "Let's go back!"
It's a coincidence! Shortly after Zhang Yunfeng's convoy left, Baroque suddenly jumped out of the dense forest, holding a burly old man in his hand.
Just now, Baroque chased a sword saint from the man in black to duel in the forest. Although his opponent is also a mid-level sword saint, he has only entered the ranks of mid-level sword saints for a while, at least in terms of combat experience.
Not as good as the branch president of the mercenary union of Baroque, he was slightly better in combat experience and skills, and defeated the opponent of the same level with an absolute advantage.
But although the opponent's overall strength is not as good as Baroque, he is still a mid-level swordsman. If he really wants to fight, Baroque cannot deal with him in just a few seconds. As a result, he was dragged to the point where he found the right opportunity.
Defeat the opponent, and when he rushed back with his unconscious opponent, Zhang Yunfeng and his group had already set off again.
"Hey! I just don't know if I have a chance to meet Zhang Boy today after parting today?" Baroque sighed.
"Don't worry!" patted Baroque's shoulder, and Bruze smiled faintly. "If someone else went there, I wouldn't dare to guarantee whether he could come back alive, but I'm sure where Zhang Yunfeng went, where is he going
He can come back alive.”
"Why are you sure about it? That place is a dangerous place where even a god-level powerful man may fall! Even if Zhang Yunfeng has many secrets, he is just a junior magician, not even a holy magician.
, why are you sure he will come back alive?" Baroque asked in confusion.
"I can't explain this clearly, I can only say it's my intuition." Bruze chuckled.
"Intuition!" Baroque said with a smile on his face, and said, "Just because of your intuition, you asked Boy Zhang to go wherever you want. Aren't you afraid that he will have any accidents? Besides, intuition, intuition
This thing has never been accurate. It seems that your intuition has never been proven."
After being exposed by an old friend in person, Bruze's face turned slightly red and he smiled embarrassedly, "That was the past. I am confident that Zhang will definitely turn bad luck into good luck this time and successfully complete this experience."
"Just blow!" Baroque said angrily; "If Zhang Yunfeng has any accident, it depends on who you want to replace him and participate in the race competition."
"Hehe! Isn't Connie still there?" Bruze said with a shy face; "Anyway, according to our previous arrangement, if Zhang Yunfeng does not appear, the one who will play in the final representing our academy will not be Connie.
Girl. Isn’t it because she hides her in the academy to deal with this situation? Otherwise, if Connie was exposed in the academy, it would be better for Angelus to be the name of the top master in the academy.”
"That's right, it doesn't matter who Connie's apprentice." Baroque said excitedly immediately, his face full of unconcealed pride, and he almost didn't have the words "I am a genius master" engraved on his forehead.
Hank, who was standing beside him, couldn't help asking, listening to the conversation between the two, "Where did you arrange for Zhang Yunfeng to go?"
Although the Film Department is the leading intelligence organization in the empire, its power has long penetrated into no corner of the empire, and there are almost no things to hide from Hank's eyes and ears. However, Hank only knows about Zhang Yunfeng's experience when he went out this time.
The purpose of this trip was to conduct the final training in the race competition three months later, but Hank knew nothing about where Zhang Yunfeng went to practice.
After all, the only people who know about this are Baroque, Nicole and Roger under Zhang Yunfeng. Even the fifty people who followed Zhang Yunfeng to the Ice God Plain this time only knew about them.
They had to go to a place with many crises to train, but they knew nothing about the incident of the Moon God Plain. Therefore, no matter how powerful the Shadow Ministry is, they could not find out the news clearly.
He turned his head and glanced at Hank who was quite interested, and Bruze said casually, "I didn't ask him to go to any dangerous places, I just arranged for him to go to the Ice God Plain!"
"The God of the Falling!" Bruze said casually, but Hank's ears fell to him, and he couldn't help but say in a magnitude six earthquake. "You actually arranged for him to go to the God of the Falling Falling, and that place was him.
Can you go? Could you have any deep hatred with him and want to take this opportunity to get rid of him?"
No wonder he would say that as the head of the Imperial Intelligence Organization, Hank is really familiar with the famous Jedi in the Moon God Plain. Not to mention that kind of place, he is the lower-level sword saint, even if he just followed him.
The shadow of the black robe he came together could not guarantee that he could escape unscathed there.
Fortunately, Bruze said so lightly, he went for a walk and then came back. Can anyone go there? It would be a blessing if he didn't throw his life away.
"What are you talking about? If I really want to get out of him, there will be more opportunities. Just like just now, as long as I don't take action, once Kalida's forbidden spell is completed, that boy Zhang Yunfeng is still dead, I can make a mistake.
Are you still fighting with them? Do you really think I'm having enough food and you're looking for trouble! Bruze said angrily.
"Uh, it seems that's true!" Hank nodded constantly, as if Bruze really wanted to get rid of Zhang Yunfeng, and the opportunity was really not difficult to find.
Immediately afterwards, Hank asked in confusion, "Since that's the case, why do you still arrange for Zhang Yunfeng to go to that kind of place? With the strength he showed, unless he has a trump card that can match the god-level powerhouse,
Otherwise, when you reach the depths of the Fallen God Plain, you will definitely die.”
"If I make this arrangement, there will naturally be my path. Zhang Yunfeng has many secrets hidden. He can get through so many storms in the past. I believe he can also survive this time. As for my arrangement, I will go to the Moon God Plain.
The experience is naturally for the race competition in three months." Bruze smiled; "To put it bluntly, it is just to solve the problem of entering the quota of the cemetery of the gods. With Zhang Yunfeng's current strength, it is not enough to meet
The perverts of all races are still possible to get a quota. Then he will naturally enter the cemetery of the gods, and you also know the dangers of the cemetery of the gods. I arranged for him to go to the Plain of the Dead Gods to practice.
Let him experience a feeling similar to the cemetery of the gods in advance, so that he can get where he can get longer."
"How to say it, you are using the treasures in the cemetery of the Gods." Hank immediately understood Bruze's intentions when he heard this.
Bruze glanced at Hank and said, "Tsk! Don't pretend in front of me. I don't believe you are not interested in the treasures in the cemetery of the gods. If that space had not restricted the age of the entrants,
I've already entered it. It's the turn of those little boys to go in and make a fortune."
"No, I have to report this to Your Majesty." Hank said quickly; "If Zhang Yunfeng can obtain god-level martial arts from the cemetery of the gods this time, you must copy and hand them over to the empire."
"Go to yours, why don't you grab it? Bruze said angrily: "I've paid money and worked hard to make arrangements. In the end, I don't know if I can make a profit, but you just said something, use everything.
Without giving, I want to give the god-level martial arts with both hands. You think it’s so beautiful.”
"What does it mean to not give?" Hank widened his eyes and said, "Today, in order to provide assistance to Zhang Yunfeng, the Empire dispatched 10,000 Royal Knights, including three thousand elite Knights, and the Seventeen Saints.
A strong man and a shadow worshiper, are these fake? You guys must be worthy of your conscience!"
"Get out!" Bruze smiled angrily, "You really think of me as my deaf! I could hear the conversation between you and Zhang Yunfeng just now. Austin can send such a large lineup this time.
The team came to rescue Zhang Yunfeng. It was obvious that he had taken Zhang Yunfeng's benefits and sent troops. Don't smear your face and just pick up good words to say it!"
Hank was stunned by Bruze's speech, and then said, "No matter what, you are all part of the empire, and you should contribute to the empire. Moreover, the empire never thought of dominating Zhang Yunfeng's support.
The benefits obtained from the God Cemetery. If Zhang Yunfeng really has great luck, he can get the god-level martial arts from the God Cemetery, we are just copying one, and we don’t want to dominate ourselves. Then you can get one.
Is it? Besides, the cemetery of the Gods is not that easy to break into, so why don’t Zhang Yunfeng get any benefits? It’s too early to say this now, so let’s not talk about this first.”
"Shut up your crow's mouth." Bruze cursed angrily: "I still expect Zhang Yunfeng to avenge our academy. If he has someone in the Ice God Plain, what if I want you to look good!"
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While Zhang Yunfeng and his group drove their carriages away from the valley, a green bird flew up from a certain place in the valley.
Cuibird is a low-level wind-type monster, but it is out of the category of monsters because it cannot release wind-type magic. However, Cuibird has some huge advantages, that is, its speed is fast and its flight distance is long.
It is difficult to attract others' attention, and even a Saint-level powerful man is difficult to find the traces of Cuibiu.
Therefore, the Chuibi Bird has always been the first choice for the message transmission bird.
The dark green green bird is like an elves in the shadows under the cover of this dark night, which is really difficult for others to notice.
The Cuibird is petite, but its speed does not match its size. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as fast as a flash of lightning. After just a while, it flew over ten miles and fanned the road.
Landing on a small hill about twenty kilometers from Conbeda.