##第二十二章

Although there are some whispers about their own welcoming attitude, but when the other party really comes, everyone is happy again.

No one expected that the other party was just a small caravan, and there would be an eighth-level physical skill, and an eighth-level spiritual power, the eighth-level spiritual power was nothing to learn, and the eighth-level physical skills were much more useful, as soon as he heard this, even Wen Jing was looking forward to it.

The conserved eighth-level master is a long-faced uncle with a French mustache and permed curly hair, and if he wears a court-style dress, he looks like a French nobleman.

Wen Jing came over at the head of the military headquarters, and she was still wearing a borrowed military uniform to make herself look less conspicuous, and she observed it carefully.

I don't know why, when everyone was looking at the eighth-level physical magician, Wen Jing's gaze stayed behind the big-bellied businessman.

It was an extremely beautiful girl, so beautiful that Wen Jing, who was a woman, couldn't help but look at her in admiration.

With long silver-white hair, turquoise eyes, sexy lips and tall figure, he looks like an elegant elf, which is very in line with the aesthetics of the earth, but Wen Jing looks very awkward, not jealous, but feels very disobedient, and can't say what's wrong.

After a friendly meeting and greetings, the two sides got to the point, visiting the ancient Assyria.

Wen Jing was supposed to go back with the soldiers lined up to greet her, but at the moment before she was about to say goodbye, she was suddenly called by a ridiculous face, saying that in order to take care of the lady among the visitors, she was specially asked to accompany her, and by the way, she gave Wen Jing a look.

From an outsider's point of view, it is a human favor for Wen Jing with a ridiculing face, but Wen Jing knows that it is only one of them; The second is that there is a little temptation in the ridicule face: Look, be a soldier, okay? Always be able to stand in front of the masters; Finally, the most crucial and latent meaning is also very clear: men watch over men, and women spy on women.

Smelling the fourth level of the Static Body Technique, even if it can't PK a master of the eighth level of spiritual power, it is enough to support it to send a warning message.

This silver-haired woman didn't say much, but her eyes were playful, and while nodding at Wen Jing's will, she looked at it slightly, and an invisible touch made Wen Jing goosebumps all over her body.

Wen Jing lowered his eyes, damn it! The master of the eighth level of spiritual power turned out to be this big beauty, and this big beauty didn't know how to be polite to people at all, just look at her!

You must know that in front of the eighth level of spiritual power, there is no such thing as clothes.

This silver-haired beauty was also very interesting, so she just asked Wen Jing to take her to the Viewing Garden, but the other party stopped for a while when she passed by the biology group.

Before dinner, the eighth-level physique master finally deigned and agreed to "instruct" the people on the Ancient Assyria.

"Audience friends, this is just a live broadcast platform for the biology group, welcome everyone to enter the friendly exchange channel between the ancient Assyria and the conserved caravan...... Wow, that beautiful girl in uniform, isn't it a branch of our biology team? How could she be there? Those in the know are welcome to report the relevant insider, and the biological team is grateful~"

The starship platform shares the live situation of the conservation masters and the earth masters, and everyone can see the live broadcast on the display screen of each starship, but there are always some people who don't like the solemn standard video that looks like the game, so the private broadcast video (chat) group is very popular.

Among them, the channel that identifies "the creature group is full of big beauties" is particularly popular, with the explosive head and the fly mirror teasing host, and the combination of the crazy man Mike, who often plays the beauty of a real idiot, often makes everyone laugh.

This time it was the same, when I came up, most of the people who watched the excitement drifted their eyes, and when they saw Wen Jing, who was wearing a military uniform and made her slender figure look extremely tempting, she was suddenly in a commotion, and the good deeds compared Wen Jing with the silver-haired beauty beside her, and came to the conclusion that it was flat, because the uniform was high......

This kind of competition Wen Jing naturally can't go up, but the ancient Assyria didn't play the cards of the seventh-level master that Wen Jing imagined, but chose a sixth-level pinnacle.

Some people in the crowd questioned it, and it was quickly annihilated, which is not difficult to understand, there are only two seventh-level on the starship, and they have not reached the peak, and the benefit of fighting is not great, if it is injured, it will damage the security.

The sixth-level peak is different, if you are lucky, we will have another arm, and if you are unfortunately injured, there are two seventh-level tops.

This sixth-level peak looks younger than Serious Face, but the data shows that he can't be counted young anymore.

It is said that after passing the sixth level of physical arts, the body's metabolism will gradually become slower, and the youth and life span will be correspondingly longer than that of others.

Sometimes Wen Jing feels that spiritual power and physical skills are the refining of the body and the refining of gods in the great Chinese culture, or the martial arts and immortal ways, although they cannot live forever, but with the increase of level, it is not a problem to live for hundreds of years.

Unlike the smug expression of the pot-bellied businessman, although the French mustache was a little more arrogant, he was quite polite, and even saluted to the sixth-level peak.

At the beginning, the two of them were also fighting with their fists and feet, and they didn't have any tricks, Wen Jing watched from the side, simulating in his heart how to make a move if he was himself, and suddenly looked at the side vigilantly, only to see that the silver hair was windless and automatic, and the overwhelming pressure poured out.

Wen Jing quickly hid the surprise in her heart, and pretended to look around as if nothing had happened, before she activated her spiritual power to observe, but this view surprised her, the direction of the silver-haired woman's spiritual power was actually a French mustache!

Infighting?

Wen Jing observed for a while and then denied it, the speed and movements of the French mustache did not slow down, but some sweat broke out lightly on his forehead, very little, like a puff of water vapor, but Wen Jing understood.

Just like the principle of weight-bearing off-road, it is obvious that the big beauty of the eighth level of spiritual power is a mustache who helps to exercise the eighth level of physical skills.

The infinite potential of human beings under extreme stress has been proven in various anecdotes on Earth, and some organizations will use such behavior to stimulate the potential of their subordinates.

Wen Jing hesitantly glanced at the military department, she was not sure if anyone else had found out, after all, there were many spiritual power people on the military department's side, although they were not as high as the eighth level, the fourth or fifth level could always pull a few out.

It's a pity that only the eighth-level spiritual power can be released, otherwise they will also give the sixth-level peak guy here a while, maybe he will be able to soar immediately... Well, upgrade.

Why don't you go back and call the people from the military department to try to find a bunch of mental power to put pressure together??

Fortunately, the sixth-level peak that was promoted did not disappoint everyone, and he didn't use such a "miserable" method, after the collision of the two fists, the two figures flew away, and without waiting for the other party to raise his fist again, the French mustache bowed slightly, the corners of his mouth rose forty-five degrees, and he gently spit out a word: "Congratulations." ”