In front of the tallest building in Dongmu Town, Zhang Cheng and Uncle Zhang Jiao stared at the door of the church at the same time, motionless.

Well, it's no wonder that the Heavenly Master has no eyes, how can a noble person like the uncle push the door?

One day, this Heavenly Master will have to have this treatment, but for now, let's call the door!

Zhang Cheng sighed, stretched out his hand and was just about to press on the wooden door of the church, when a "crunch" sound sounded, Zhang Cheng was stunned, and his hand also pressed down.

"What?, Lei Jun opened the way, help me destroy the demon, thunder in the palm of your hand!"

With a flash of thunder, the "assassin" who was pressed on the chest by Zhang Cheng was directly split back into the depths of the church, only to see a trace of residual thunder lit up from time to time in the dark depths of the church.

"Figured it out, these barbarians lack education!"

Zhang Cheng looked at the green smoke coming out of his palm a little speechlessly, and listened to Uncle Zhang Jiao's words, and his little heart twitched.

In other words, this Heavenly Master really didn't want to do it, who made that product unlucky, there were two bone spurs in his clothes, and this Heavenly Master was already startled by the sudden opening of the door, coupled with such a prick, the palm thunder was really just subconsciously released.

However, no one could hear Zhang Cheng's inner shout, but Uncle Zhang Jiao glanced at him appreciatively, which made Zhang Cheng even more devastated.

"Huaxia guests, this kind of behavior should not be in line with Oriental etiquette, right?"

A slightly old voice interrupted Zhang Cheng's collapse, and Yan Fengli, who was wearing a bishop's dress, walked out of the church with Yan Fengqili.

"It's just a barbarian, and our etiquette is disdainful of you!"

As soon as Yan Fenglizheng's words were finished, Uncle Zhang Jiao spoke coldly, and Zhang Cheng on the side looked at the faces of the two church gods in front of him suddenly changed, and his heart suddenly chuckled.

In other words, it doesn't matter if you pretend to be forced, uncle, what if the Heavenly Master is killed by you in a foreign country? It doesn't matter if the Heavenly Master dies, then the world in the Dharma Era is not saved, and the Heavenly Master is the savior, and he can't be killed by you!

"Ahem!"

Zhang Cheng coughed lightly, directly ignored the cold eyes of Uncle Zhang Jiao, and saluted: "Daozun Wuji, two Daoists, my senior was joking just now, back to business, I will participate in the Holy Grail Battle for the first time, please let me know if there is anything to pay attention to during this period!"

"Humph!"

Uncle Zhang Jiao snorted coldly, and his body turned into nothingness, and it was a spirit that Zhang Jiao had never used.

Tsundere? Uncle can still play like this?

Zhang Cheng secretly complained, and then looked at Yan Feng and the two in front of him, and his smiling face also returned to his unique indifference, life is like a play, it all depends on acting skills!

"Then, guests from afar, please come inside!"

It was still an old fox like Yan Fenglizheng who reacted quickly, his face quickly turned cloudy and clear, and he welcomed Zhang Cheng into the church with a smile.

As a few people entered the church, Yan Feng Qili, who had been following behind the two of them, looked up at Zhang Cheng in front of him slightly, Zhang Jiao just now gave Yan Feng Qili an indescribable sense of oppression, he didn't dare to raise his head at all, and kept standing behind Yan Fengli with his head down for a long time, until Zhang Jiao was spiritualized, Yan Feng Qili breathed a sigh of relief and raised his head slightly.

"Zhang Cheng, you must have known the meaning of the Holy Grail War before you came!"

"Wish!" Zhang Cheng said with a light smile.

"Yes, the Holy Grail War is to select the participants who are eligible to participate in the Holy Grail War under the choice of the Holy Grail and give the Holy Emblem, of course, there are exceptions, that is, summon the "Servant" first, and the Holy Grail will also give the Holy Emblem after sensing it!" Yan Fengli was saying slowly, Zhang Cheng had already understood these things before he came, so he didn't interject and listened quietly.

Yan Fengli looked at Zhang Cheng and continued: "You must also know about the Holy Grail War, so I will talk about the aspects that need to be paid attention to. ”

"In the past, there were only seven "servants" in every Holy Grail War, of course, this is not fixed, otherwise you would not be here, except for your titles, the other seven "servants" are "Saber Swordsman", "Archer Archer", "Rider Cavalry", "Caster Magician", "Assassin", "Berserker Berserker", "Lancer Spearman"!"

Listening to Bishop Yan Fenglizheng's words, Zhang Cheng was a little stunned, listening to how these names are similar to a certain online game, the Holy Grail is a world background and reason in the game, in other words, this Heavenly Master is here to play an online game?

"Bishop, what is my Heroic Spirit title?" asked Zhang Cheng.

"Clergy Priest!"

Yan Fengli replied, and then continued: "I have learned from your high-level officials of Dragon and Tiger Mountain that the "servant" you summoned belongs to the first-class warlock, and after the Magic Association and the church have jointly agreed, the eighth "servant" title of this Holy Grail War is "Clergy Priest"!"

"Actually, there is only one thing to pay attention to in the Holy Grail War, your "servant" can come to the church to seek refuge if you die in battle, and if the "servant" does not die, your hunting mission will not end, and you will not be able to come to the church, unless you are the only participant in the Holy Grail War in the whole town, then, you are the winner who gets the chance to make a wish!"

"Bishop, who are you doing in this Holy Grail War?" Zhang Cheng asked suddenly.

"Overseer!" Yan Fengli said softly.

What?Is this a referee or an NPC?

Zhang Cheng secretly complained and continued to ask: "Who are the rest of the participants besides me?"

The basic rules are understood, that is, to understand the opponent's information, as the so-called, knowing oneself and knowing that the other is invincible, well, this heavenly master just wants to find out the details of the rest of the people, so as not to be killed before the battle.

"I don't know!" Yan Fengli said righteously.

"I don't know? How is it possible, as an overseer, you don't know who the rest of the participants are?" Zhang Cheng was a little confused, and said, except for himself, none of the other participants had ever been to the church?

Yan Fengli smiled faintly and said, "Indeed, although you are an overseer, the Holy Grail War is originally a war in which participants hunt other participants, everyone hides in the shadows, and no one wants to be exposed to the rest of the enemies!"

Listening to Yan Fenglizheng's words, Zhang Cheng said that he had enough heart, and he was still inexperienced, maybe he had become a big target now.

Everything that should be said has been said, and as a guest, Zhang Cheng naturally wants to pull this old fox who is an overseer to talk nonsense.

Zhang Cheng, who chatted for a long time, didn't know that there were two figures, one large and one small, on the suspension bridge of the building far opposite the church in Dongmu Town, and began to discuss from Zhang Cheng when he came to the church.

Well, perhaps, not a discussion.

"Boy, do you see, this is the importance of being forward-looking, as a man, how can you be afraid of heights, you see, we found a participant in just two hours, how important it is!"

The burly man was wearing a fiery red cloak, and under the excitement of his eyes, he slapped the thin boy on the body, and the boy almost threw up.

The boy couldn't think about anything else, his eyes were frightened, his legs kept shaking, and he begged: "Rider, let me go down, I'm going to fall!"

"A real man, you're far from it!"

The burly man, that is, "Rider", shook his head, grabbed the boy, and with one step, the two fell directly from the overpass like meteorites.

"Can you go back?" Webb Welwitt looked at the burly man angrily.

"Go back, no, no, this king saw a pair of favorite pants on the street just now, and this king thinks that he should buy it, let's go, boy!" the burly man shouted, and directly grabbed Webb Velvett and ran away.

Looking at the scenery that flashed around him, Webb Wilwitt, who was just fourteen years old, sighed again: "Why did you summon such a comic king and conquer the king Iskandar?