Early the next morning, Feng Zhongliu came to the outside of Lord Wuhao's small courtyard as promised.

He stood alone at the door, and didn't go in, just to see who would send those special talents for the plane war.

Feng Zhongliu believed in his eyesight, as long as he was a person in the Heavenly Venerable Divine City, it was absolutely impossible for him not to see the identity of the other party.

Not long after, a team of carriages came to the gate of the small courtyard, a total of six carriages, the carriages looked a little dilapidated, there was no badge or mark of a wealthy family on it, and there were no details that could represent the identity.

Feng Zhongliu could see at a glance that these carriages were just the most ordinary carriages for transporting goods rented from the Divine City Bazaar, and they did not belong to any wealthy power.

The doors opened, and soon people jumped out of the carriage.

A total of fifteen people gathered at the door, tall, short, fat and thin, old, weak, sick and disabled, everything, dumbfounded Feng Zhongliu on the spot.

His first thought was that Lord Wu Hao should have been fooled! These people don't look like they can fight, and they can rely on this team to lay down a plane?

There are a total of nine forty-two veterans over there, at least they are a combat force, except that they are too old, and their combat effectiveness should still be there.

But the six here look too exaggerated!

The leader is a tall and strong man, who looks quite impressive, but he is just a level 40 warrior, and he does not have the iron-blooded and fierce spirit of a god warrior on his body, with a big head, a pair of small eyes, and a copper smell, he is a businessman at first glance, and he is the most shrewd.

Beside this strong man, he was followed closely by a white and pure young man, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, who looked very young, only eighteen or nineteen years old at most, and who looked like a man with fine skin and tender flesh! If it were not for the fine velvet on his lips, it would be easy to be regarded as a guy disguised as a woman.

If this one big and one small looks quite normal, then the four people who followed behind them can only be described as crooked melons and cracked dates.

A short old man, with thief eyebrows and rat eyes, is so old, but he only has thirty-five levels of combat power, and his body is dressed in tatters, he is not a serious person at first glance, and his temperament is unusually obscene, if he is a thief, it is estimated that most people will believe it.

There is also the fat man in the back, who is a little strong, but his combat power does not seem to exceed level thirty-six, with a fat head and big ears, his whole body is very greasy, and he also carries an exaggerated pig-killing knife around his waist, which is the kind of real pig-killing knife, which is common on the butcher's board in the vegetable market, and has no quality at all.

Or to put it simply, this guy should be a butcher at all!

And the last two to appear, these two hooked shoulders all the way, and they were so affectionate that they couldn't do it.

But the problem is that one is directly called Hanako to dress up, the clothes on her body are ragged, as if she is wearing a rag strip, and she walks not only with the wind, but also walks naked, revealing two black thighs from time to time, which makes people look spicy.

And the other guy is really bold in terms of clothing, and he is simply out of the sky.

Because he was wearing a priest's robe, but the badge on the collar was removed, and the grade of the priest's robe could not be seen, and the robe was too old, washed white in many places, and worn out.

It was such a group of people, swaggering, talking and laughing, stepping on the steps, ready to enter the small courtyard of the martial master.

Where have I seen so many low-level people in the middle of the wind, with his status and status, he has almost never intersected with these small people in the market such as three-class sects and nine-rate, peddlers and pawns.

However, at this time, of course, he couldn't just let these people break into Lord Wuhao's courtyard.

So, Feng Zhongliu stepped forward and took the initiative to stop in front of the gate.

"What are you doing? This is the courtyard of Master Wuhao, and idle people are not allowed to enter!"

He shouted, and there were three points of power in his voice, and under the explosion of light pattern power, it directly turned into a wave of sound and rolled away.

Suddenly, the person in front of Master Wuhao's mansion turned on his back and fell to the ground.

The strong man merchant led by him hugged his head and scurried, dragging the delicate young man, and jumped to the side with one arrow step.

The few who followed the two were unlucky, and the first one was the butcher man, who was drunk by the wind, and his fat trembled all over his body, his face was like earth, and the fat on his face rippled like ripples, and the scene was spectacular.

"What are you doing? Master Wuhao invited us here!" the strong merchant shouted angrily as he blocked the delicate young man behind him.

Feng Zhongliu frowned, but he didn't roar again, but sighed secretly in his heart, it seems that Lord Wuhao has really been fooled! Who are these people? I can't even bear my own roar, expecting these people to fight in a new plane? Just kidding!

"Who are you? Dare to come to the Master's Mansion to swagger and deceive, do you really think that I eat dry rice in the middle of the wind?" said in the wind sharply.

He reported himself to his home, just to use his name to scare away these demons and monsters!

The three heroes of black blood are extremely famous in Tianzun Divine City, from high-ranking officials and nobles to peddlers and pawns, there is no one who does not know.

How do you know that the strong man merchant was not in awe, but said angrily: "The three heroes of black blood?

The murderous aura in the wind showed in his eyes, and he clenched his fists.

He had been in Tianzun Divine City for so many years, and it was the first time he had seen someone dare to be so disrespectful to him! Could it be that after the three heroes of black blood followed Master Wuhao, their reputation was not good?

Seeing that the killing intent was revealed in the wind, the nine forty-second level old soldiers behind the strong man merchant drew their swords in their hands at the same time, stepped forward in unison, and burst out with a surging battle intent, showing no weakness.

The average age of these veterans was in their sixties, more than the previous round of Wind Stream, and none of them would be his opponents if they were alone.

However, when these nine veterans of a hundred battles drew their swords in unison, an indescribable momentum of sand soup broke out on their bodies, which made the blockers invincible, and even a young master with such a stunning talent as Feng Zhongliu couldn't help but be slightly moved.

Although Feng Zhongliu may not have really scared these nine forty-two level old soldiers, the other party has indeed shown enough combat power to make him worthy of attention.

Just as the two sides were facing each other, the courtyard door was suddenly opened from the inside.

It was Huang Shaotian who came out, she glanced at the scene outside the courtyard very calmly, and said lightly: "Master Wuhao said, let them in!"

As soon as he heard this, the strong man's face immediately became arrogant, and he blew at the wind, looking provocative.

The wind snorted coldly, and calmly let go of the blocked courtyard door.

Just let these people go in first, and in front of Lord Wuhao, it won't be too late for me to break through their tricks!" Feng Zhongliu thought secretly in his heart.

The group walked into the small courtyard and immediately filled the already small courtyard.

Lu Menglan sat in the hall, looking at these people who came in, but he didn't show a very special expression.

Although he didn't see what happened outside just now, he guessed it all right with his perception of breath.

knew that it was the wind that blocked this group of people outside, but obviously he didn't look down on others.

However, when you put it in, it was indeed a little surprising that even Lu Menglan was a little surprised.

Tall, short, fat, old, weak, sick and disabled, almost all of them came!

"Gao Dajin, are these the people you found for me?" Lu Menglan asked at the strong merchant led by Lu Menglan.

That person was Gao Dajin of the grassroots gang, he laughed twice and nodded.

First of all, the one standing beside me is the linguist Mi Xiaoworm, who is proficient in the languages of the six ethnic groups and has a very profound knowledge of ancient characters, so he is one of the most suitable and important candidates for understanding the knowledge of the new plane. ”

Gao Dajin's first introduction was the Wenxiu young man standing beside him, this young man was younger than Master Wuhao, but he was already a linguist, and this title was really hard not to be surprised.

You must know that the word scholar, no matter which side of the world you are in, can not be obtained by leisure, you must have a certain degree of professional mastery, and also have a high degree of self-creativity, in order to be named a scholar.

However, it does not seem so unacceptable to have such a young master as Master Wuhao Zhuyu in front of him, and now there is an equally young linguist.

And there is an essential difference between proficient language and demon-constructing technology, the former has the accumulation of countless predecessors, as long as you are willing to spend a certain amount of time and energy, plus talent, there is a chance to achieve it, while the demon-constructing master is an unprecedented initiative, and the gap between the two is like mud, not the same.

However, the vast majority of young people in the Divine Nation respect bravery, and it is indeed rare for people like this rice worm in front of them to be willing to devote time and energy to linguistics.

Lu Menglu nodded, and asked with a smile: "Feng Zhongliu, do you know how to assess language masters?"

He is a Shinto priest, with outstanding talent and strong combat power, but he doesn't know how to learn linguistics!

"This, I'm afraid it can't!" Feng Zhongliu lowered his head, a little ashamed.

Lu Menglu thought about it, strode into the courtyard, stretched out his hand to break a branch, and made a few strokes on the land.

"Master Mi, can you help me see, what kind of words are these and what do they mean?" Lu Menglan smiled politely.

In fact, when he began to draw those words, this rice insect scholar was already concentrating and observing, and his expression was extremely focused, and he was immersed in it all of a sudden, unable to extricate himself.