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Not so long ago, however, this tranquility was shattered.

A group of strangers came here, and made a generous move, some of the active and very idle, or idle, fellows quickly set their eyes on them and quickly realized that the man and woman at the head were not easy to mess with, and the remaining eight people were relatively less vigilant, and at first glance they were pampered and had never done work.

Look at their clothes, unknown materials, but they are not ordinary people can have, not even a trace of stitching. (Industrial products, nylon materials)

Look at their hair, how shiny, this is the oil that only those nobles can use, and they actually maintain their hair so well. (I guess I haven't washed my hair for a week, but this is still the worst hair quality of all people)

Look at their skin, there is no dirt, it is very white, this is the aristocracy, no, the very rich nobles can raise themselves to be white and pure. (If you stay indoors for a long time and do not receive sunlight, it will obviously turn white, which is actually a sub-health state)

Ou, damn aristocrats, damn rich people.

Despite the two veterans' attempts to keep a low profile, they soon discover that this was a futile move.

"Mistakenly, we really don't look like ordinary mercenaries. And ......" The female veteran in the leotard turned around and gestured to the eight newcomers.

"It's also completely impossible to expect them to play the role of ordinary natives."

The big man, nicknamed the black bear, continued: "And our clothes, skin color, speech and demeanor, we don't look like ordinary people at all." It's like a group of idle aristocratic children looking for fun. ”

His voice was muffled, and he didn't expect to be unfavorable when he took over the newcomer's guidance task for the first time, completely shattering the plan he had set in advance, and now he can only see the moves. He didn't understand how easy it was when he saw his predecessors bringing newcomers before, how successful he was, and all kinds of difficulties when it was his turn.

"No, in fact, the children of the nobility will not run here to play. In fact, in this fantasy world, the nobles have to face various crises, they must learn a lot of knowledge, possess superior force, or they will soon die ugly. In this world full of crises, nobles need to learn words, languages, martial arts, participate in knight training, command armies, and regularly clean up their territories of various monsters or dangerous beasts. The strong pressure of survival forces every nobleman to have the force to protect the people of the people, otherwise his position will be unstable and his family will soon disappear. I've been in this kind of world before, so it's impossible to disguise yourself as a noble child. They all have a good martial arts, no matter how you look at it, this group of newcomers can't have more than 0.5 goose combat power, right? ”

It's okay not to say it, but when it does, the black bear is even more depressed.

The eight newcomers in the back are still observing this new world with great interest, and of course, all kinds of thoughts are indispensable...... So what does it matter? Anyway, the senior doesn't care, and the next mission is not together, who cares so much about you.

A thought of Lin Zhengyang has silently invaded the body of a newcomer, suppressing his own consciousness and God, and can deprive him of his own perception of the body at any time and take over his body.

The process was very short, and the other side did not have any effective resistance. This is possession.

If you don't keep the other party's knowledge of God, erase the other person's soul, and let yourself settle in with this thought, it is a relinquishment.

However, there will be points deducted for killing teammates, and there is no need to say it, the other party will not notice it.

At this moment, this otaku, named Liu Yu, can still control his actions, and he is curious about everything in front of him.

"Sure enough, just like it was written in the novel, I entered the main god space. I must be the protagonist, I want to strengthen the "Heaven Swallowing Demon Skill", cultivate into the Emperor, cultivate into the Red Dust Immortal, and go to the world of "Covering the Sky" to marry the ruthless Emperor. ”

This is a thought in Liu Yu's heart, Lin Zhengyang's cultivation of the Yang God is now complete, sneaking into his heart, and he can see almost all the thoughts that have turned in his subconscious expression, even the deep and deep dirtiness that he himself has not noticed, can be seen at a glance.

In everyone's heart, there are all kinds of thoughts flashing through them all the time, and they exist for a very short time, and many times it is difficult for ordinary people who do not have Taoism to discover.

However, Lin Zhengyang is different, after he cultivated into a Yang God, there is no thinking that cannot be grasped by himself, every thought has the ability to manifest and incarnate and cast spells, and such an incarnation of thoughts will become more and more powerful as his strength increases. According to legend, there is a Taoist who specializes in the path of the yang god, and a single thought can be turned into a complete world, and the number of thoughts is endless, which is infinite in the true sense.

But that's too far, Lin Zhengyang is now a great Yang God, and his Yang God can be differentiated into about 120,000 thoughts, that is to say, he can be differentiated into 120,000 incarnations.

But he won't do that, that is equivalent to dispersing the power, although each of his thoughts has the essence of the Yang God, but the power of a single thought is weaker after all.

The group walked into the only tavern in the village.

The veteran black bear took out a few silver coins from his arms, the kind of whiteboard silver coins without any patterns, after all, the money of every country cannot be exactly the same, and then inadvertently crushed a corner of the table, showing his strength a little, and deterring the greedy eyes that stared at them for a while.

Sure enough, after showing his strength, the black bear visibly felt much more comfortable, staring at him greedily with much less eyes, and the rest were the real outlaws who wanted money and didn't want to die.

Sneered twice, and in the confusion of the newcomers, the black bear had already thrown out seven or eight flying knives, in all directions, and his arms danced in the air with many afterimages.

Then I heard a few muffled grunts all around, even from the upper floor of the tavern.

The tavernkeeper's face turned pale.

This kind of tavern owner will inevitably deal with people of all religions and nine streams, provide information about travelers, collude to seek money and kill people, and it is not a new thing.

The black bear stared at the boss for a while, and saw that the boss was licking his face and laughing, and the sweat was dripping, so he let him go and led people upstairs.

The veteran woman smiled meaningfully, and pointed in the direction of the boss with her green fingers.

Feeling an extra serpentine brand on the back of his hand and bursts of heart-piercing pain, the boss smiled bitterly and made a bitter face, bowing and swearing before sending this ancestor away.