Hearing Zhang Ang speak, the horror on the faces of the soldiers on the deck did not disappear, but they were a little more confused. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Obviously, they still didn't understand Zhang Ang's words.

It's really different from the previous life......

Sighing, Zhang Ang made a move, of course, not with knife qi, but with acupoints!

Countless invisible internal qi swept across the deck, and the soldiers, whether standing, sitting, or running, all stopped moving, motionless, like stone statues.

But Zhang Ang didn't restrain those officers, after all, he didn't come here to kill them all, but to get information, to get all the information about the Extreme West Continent.

Although myths and legends are often distorted and exaggerated, since the "First Emperor" can shatter the entire continent with a single blow, there is no doubt that he must have extremely powerful strength! In Zhang Ang's view, the full strength of a peak or even a title-level martial saint can only destroy a city with one blow at most, and even the legendary Duji Martial God does not have such exaggerated destructive power in the records about him.

It can be inferred from this that the "First Emperor" is very likely to have a strong strength above the Martial God level! That is to say, the first level of the Martial God is not the highest level of the cap, and it is very likely that there is a higher level above! And if he wants to go home, even if the void is shattered in the end, the Martial Dao is a god, maybe it is still far from the standard of the Xuanwu Palace!

It's just that, since the "First Emperor" has such a powerful strength, why are his subordinates, these soldiers, and even the officers, all ordinary people? Zhang Angzai carefully observed these soldiers, as well as the officers, they are indeed stronger than ordinary people, but it is the result of long-term physical training, they are still ordinary people in essence, and they are completely different from the formal samurai who have cultivated internal strength, even the officer with the most exquisite armor has no internal force at all!

With deep doubts, Zhang Ang took a few steps forward and came to the officer with the most exquisite armor.

The senior officer's appearance was a little ugly, his hand holding the knife was trembling, the tiger's mouth had already cracked, blood was flowing down the hilt, and the knife in his hand had also broken in the frantic chopping just now, and the blade was rolled up, and it was completely unusable.

Looking at Zhang Ang who walked over slowly, looking at the soldiers around him like stone statues, he shouted frantically about what he ordered, although his face was a little frightened and panicked, but his eyes were full of strong unwillingness and tenacity.

This is the eyes of a real soldier! He is worthy of being a high-ranking officer, and his quality is good, much better than a few other petty officers who are completely frightened, paralyzed on the ground, and urinated on the ground.

And, most importantly, he still maintains the most basic sanity and is able to communicate.

Since the language is not comprehensible, then you can only use stupid methods.

That's painting!

After all, Zhang Ang is a person who has run a comic club, and he has also drawn hundreds of maps on martial arts cheats in the Xuanwu Hall on weekdays, although his painting skills are not as good as those of the painters in Vienna, but he also has a little level, at least the things drawn are not difficult for people to understand.

He does not use pen and paper to paint, but internal qi, but the natural power of heaven and earth.

The forces of heaven and earth change shape and color in Zhang Ang's hands, forming two moving images.

On the left is a vicious fellow, killing frantically in a group of people, flesh and blood flying.

On the right, a man with a smiling face, put down his weapon, took out flowers, took out wine and food, and handed it to the front.

Then Zhang Ang waved his hand, and the image on the left dissipated at once, leaving only the right one, and then Zhang Ang pointed to the image, and then pointed to himself, and his face also smiled.

The meaning of this expression is very clear, it shows that he is not an enemy, but comes with good intentions.

Seeing Zhang Ang's image drawn out of thin air, the senior officer's face was less flustered, and he no longer shouted, but his expression was still full of vigilance.

He shouted twice to Zhang Ang, then pointed at the soldiers who were moving around him, looking anxious, and then muttering again.

Zhang Ang understood what he meant, and he didn't mind showing a little sincerity, and with a wave of his hand, the invisible and colorless internal qi flew, and the soldiers' acupoints were unlocked one by one, and their mobility was restored.

Looking at the recovered soldiers, the frightened look on the officer's face lightened slightly, but he still did not relax, and still kept a certain distance from Zhang Ang.

Seeing his appearance, Zhang Ang waved his hand, the original image dispersed, and a new image appeared.

It was a table, and two people sat on each side of the table, their mouths opening and closing, as if they were talking to each other.

Then Zhang Ang pointed to the image, pointed to the other party, and then pointed to himself, expressing his meaning: I want to have a good talk with you.

The senior officer did not answer immediately, but stared at Zhang Ang deadly, hesitated for a long time, and then turned back to give several orders to the soldier and several other officers before beckoning Zhang Ang to follow.

Zhang Ang also understood what he meant, followed the officer, followed the stairs into the cabin, and then turned around and entered a room.

The room was large, full of tables, and the tables were full of things, most of them rolled up drawings and some of them were strangely shaped, and they were mostly made of metal, as if they were some kind of instrument, but they could not be distinguished.

In the center of this room, there was also an old man with white hair and a gorgeous robe.

He looked at the senior officer, then at Zhang Ang, and his face became strange.

Seeing the old man's expression, the senior officer immediately opened his mouth and began to talk to him, and their speech was very fast, not arguing, but also very fierce, and they stopped talking for nearly ten minutes.

Then they emptied a table, moved out two chairs, and invited Zhang Ang to sit down.

Immediately afterwards, the old man also took out a pen and paper and put it on the table.

Obviously, the other party also wants to talk.

So, Zhang Ang also sat down with a big grin, waved his hand, and another image appeared.

It was a ship, and it had left the harbor and was moving fast across the sea.

Zhang Ang pointed to the port, then to the other party, and asked, "Where are you from?"

Although he was surprised to see Zhang Ang draw an image out of thin air, the old man calmed down and began to draw the image on the paper.

He drew a big circle, and then he wrote a symbol in it, like a hieroglyph, and then he pointed to the big circle, and he pointed to himself, indicating that he came from this place.

Then he drew a number of simple ships that looked like a fleet, and then he pointed to one of them, and then to himself, indicating that he was on this ship.

Then the old man drew another heavy rain, a storm, and the ship left the fleet and appeared on the open sea. Obviously, he said that his ship was out of the fleet and lost.

Zhang Ang understood what he meant, nodded, and waved his hand, revealing an image again.

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In this way, in such a simple and primitive way, Zhang Ang communicated with these visitors from the oriental civilization.