In the darkness, there were countless pairs of eyes staring at Ye Zhiqiu, who had taken away a victory from the Colosseum, not only his exclusive tent, but even inside the temporary residence of the White Camel Mountain Chamber of Commerce in the Holy Land Mojia, there were eyeliners planted by other forces.

The body was scorched by the thunder of fate, and the flesh and blood were blurred and formed into a thin scab, and in only five or six hours, he recovered from the old and the new, and happily adjusted and taught the female slaves under the tent, and even slept with the desert sword Ji who came out of the old man in the mountains.

Such a bold and generous performance was enough to make the observers of all forces let go of their worries, and at the same time, they felt incredible that Ye Zhiqiu had recovered so quickly.

After all, in the written texts, the Thunderbolt of Fate can be described as the Storm Lord's special move, and on several occasions maintained the glory of the Holy Land, repelling and even killing assassins and killers from the continent of Europa.

In the discussion within the Storm Priesthood, there has been a new discussion about this special move, and some people have the courage to suggest a new special move for the Storm Lord, and are ready to use the forbidden science flowing from the "Gate of Truth" to create cloudless lightning and efficient concentrating mica to float in the depths of the sky of the Holy Land of Maga, and power the Storm Lord anytime and anywhere.

Such a bold and arrogant proposal was naturally approved by most of the Storm Priests, but the Supreme Council Triumph, the elders of the Truth Society, were cautious about it, after all, such a large-scale experiment, and it was a new direction, would definitely cost a lot of money.

Fortunately, on the grizzly bear gambling board, the vast number of imperial subjects who pressed the ninth lord's sand burial to achieve victory were clean and slippery, and the five percent of the storm priesthood group who were the dealers took a five-percent tap, plus the overflowing gambling funds were all swallowed in one gulp, and there was a funding gap of nearly 100,000 gold coins without using the reserves.

"Consider supplying electricity to the nobles of the Holy City, and the crystal lamps we invented, which will be enough to make the nobles' palaces as bright as day at night, giving them more time to splurge and enjoy. Nearly 30% of the daily life and trade in the Holy City are under our control, and the consumption of the poor and extravagant aristocracy will provide us with more funds and taxes. Coupled with the cost of installing crystal lamps and the high cost of electricity, I believe that we will be able to raise enough start-up capital in a very short time. ”

The high-level leaders of the Storm Priesthood no longer had any opinion on this, so they all raised their hands to vote through the relevant bills, and the next step was how to face the Eastern Warrior and defeat the terrible opponent of the Ninth Lord Sand Burial, his existence was like a thorn, piercing into the heart of the Storm Priesthood.

"Forget it! How can this kind of duckweed with no foundation stay for a long time in the holy land of Moga, where he is unfamiliar with his life, as long as we join forces with the nobles, even if we don't use the means of exclusion and indifference, it won't be long before he will take the initiative to leave. ”

The Storm Priesthood naturally has its own structure, and if there is no conflict of interest, they will definitely not make a big deal about trivial matters. In this way, no matter how many wait-and-see forces are not convinced, the bitter master's side is silent, and it is not easy for them to take the opportunity to take action to suppress an outsider from the east, and even let Ye Zhiqiu disappear quietly.

However, the nobles and wealthy businessmen with heads and faces did not make a move, which does not mean that the people who lost the land very badly can maintain their sanity, and the area where the night wind is howling, the resentful samurai with the loss of their wealth, and the leader of the aristocratic private armed forces, sneaked into the area where the White Camel Mountain Chamber of Commerce is located under the cover of the shadows.

Due to the fact that the Holy City of Moga is at a premium, the safe distance between the Chamber of Commerce and the Chamber of Commerce is not large, and a person with quick skills can complete the feat of changing jobs with a single leap.

The beasts of burden that had fallen asleep were all lying on the still hot sand with their heads facing outwards and tails facing inward, and outside the tent where the caravan owner Oak was surrounded by the heart of the caravan, there was a snake formation arranged by a highly-paid snake player, and no one dared to say that he could pass through unscathed.

Besides, the head of the White Camel Mountain Chamber of Commerce is not the target of this group of people, the person they want to kill is the seriously injured Eastern warrior "Beidou Leaf", listening to this title, you know that it has something to do with the Saint Seiya of the Europa Continent.

In fact, the person who gave Ye Zhiqiu such an honorific title is also a great guy, and he can actually understand a little bit of the essence of the Eastern Warrior, although it is only the outermost layer of disguised identity and personality, but he is still grasped by people.

The tent where Ye Zhiqiu is located is very recognizable, second only to the caravan owner Oak's big tent, the degree of food and clothing can best reflect a person's status and status, even the caravan accountant has not been treated with such courtesy, Ye Zhiqiu can be said to have broken countless precedents.

At this moment, Ye Zhiqiu, who was meditating cross-legged, suddenly sensed a killing intent coming towards him, so he slowly opened his eyes and looked at the two desert knife girls who were soft into a puddle of mud, lying on the bed and sleeping in clothes, the maid and the two girl slaves stayed near the door of the tent, it is estimated that the killer and the assassin have just come in, and if they make up for it, they will die.

"Alas, after all, I started my team, although they are all women who can't get on the stage, they can help a lot on the ground, and they can't let the enemy kill them. ”

Ye Zhiqiu didn't stand up, but just relied on the electric current to push and condense the tangible energy "Ultimate God of War". At this moment, Ye Zhiqiu, who had reached the realm of magnetic field rotation, was already able to control this out-of-body incarnation more subtly, not only breaking away from the limitations of the body shield, but even allowing the ultimate god of war to exist alone.

After breathing, the "Ultimate God of War", which had the characteristics of Ye Zhiqiu's seven-point face, walked out of the real body of the body, and his form was slightly unstable, and then quickly stabilized.

"A mouse with passable skills, two small strong cockroaches that can't be killed, and a group of inconspicuous ants. Good guys, there are so many fewer people than I expected, maybe there are more people watching in secret, just to make sure I'm cured or not!"

Ye Zhiqiu ignored the dark calculations of people's hearts, and switched from remote control to letting go of the "Ultimate God of War" to fight, while taking into account the overjoyful and sleeping women in the tent.

The face of the ultimate god of war is the same as Ye Zhiqiu's, that is, there are two blood-red war lines on his face, starting from the left and right jaws, running through the nasolabial folds, and converging into an acute angle on the forehead and eyebrows, which looks like an equilateral triangle.

He quietly left the tent and walked silently on the sand, pressing his thumb with the index finger of his right hand, and the air began to gather and compress, forming a high-density air block, and the ultimate god of war actually imitated the trick of the ninth lord of sand burial, and understood and re-decomposed it into an "air acupressure bomb"!

An ant is not very capable, but the speed is very fast, perhaps his accomplices deliberately let him go, waiting for him to go up to explore the way. The Ultimate God of War did not hesitate at all, aiming his right hand at the gambler warrior who had lost all his possessions, and flicked his thumb forward violently.

An air bullet the size of a tail finger, like an arquebus pulling the trigger, shot out and hit the ant's forehead impartially.

With a click, the unquenchable gambler samurai was hammered, his head jerked back, the broken stubble pierced his throat, and at the same time as a large cloud of blood foamed out, he died quietly after the severe pain, like an insignificant sand.