The director of the Chongcheng Trickster Office came in person and gave all three of them a scolding.
Zhang Yan felt aggrieved.
He was obviously the one who broke up the fight, but he was scolded for no reason.
Very unhappy.
But the director of the Chongcheng Trick Gate Office is not weak, reaching the peak of E9.
None of the three could beat him, so he had to endure the training.
This is a world where strength is respected, and there is no shame in being lectured by the strong.
The above is purely Zhang Yan's self-comfort.
However, after the training was over and the people from the Chongcheng Scam Office left, the three of them became familiar with each other.
"Meet Huang Zeyu, a native of Chongcheng.
This time, on behalf of the Chongcheng Trick Gate Office, he participated in the Trick Gate talks. "
A man in uniform who called himself Huang Zeyu took the initiative to reach out to Zhang Yan.
"Zhao Tianyu from Laozizhou City."
The muscular man also extended his hand to Zhang Yan.
Although Zhang Yan had just stopped the fight between him and the man in uniform, those swords were very powerful.
Zhao Tianyu likes anything with power.
Of course he wouldn't hate the powerful Zhang Yan.
"Wen Cheng, Zhang Yan."
Zhang Yan shook hands with them.
"We don't know each other without fighting. How about we go have a drink together?"
The man in uniform seemed to be very interested in Zhang Yan and invited him.
"I'm going too."
The muscular man quickly followed.
Before Zhang Yan could refuse, the two guys familiarly held him on the left and right, and ran towards the bar on the second floor of the hotel.
Zhang Yan wants to cry but has no tears. These two idiots must be really sick.
After drinking a few cups of yellow soup, the three of them began to call themselves brothers, and the conversation started.
"Brother Huang, are you a native of Chongcheng?
Judging from the uniform you are wearing, you must be a civil servant, right? "
Zhang Yan asked.
Huang Zeyu nodded: "A native-born local civil servant."
"So among the soul masters you know, is there a girl named Chen Xinyi, who is about the same age as me.
She has long hair reaching her waist, big eyes, cherry mouth, and oval face. "
Zhang Yan asked slightly excitedly.
Since Chen Xinyi is the soul master of Chongcheng, Huang Zeyu, a civil servant, might know her.
"do not know."
Huang Zeyu thought for a while and shook his head: "Brother Zhang, you are too general.
Does that girl have any other characteristics? "
"Characteristics...
Does being beautiful and pure count? "
Zhang Yan held it in for a long time and finally choked out these words.
The muscular man Zhao Tianyu on the side choked and spit out the wine in his mouth, laughed loudly, and patted Zhang Yan on the shoulder: "Brother, there are so many beautiful soul master girls.
That Chen Xinyi, is your girlfriend? "
"no……
Just a friend. "
Zhang Yan shook his head, feeling a little lonely.
Chen Xinyi in this life did not know him.
"Okay, Chen Xinyi, I remember the name.
After the trick door game, I'll check it out for you, brother. "
Huang Zeyu, the man in uniform, didn't explore further and patted his chest and said, "Of course, the premise is that I can come back alive during the trick talks."
Muscular man Zhao Tianyu picked up the wine glass and took a sip: "I heard that there are several fixed scripts for the weird world of this trick talk."
“That’s good, but something’s not right.
This time it was very difficult, and there were even twenty fixed scripts. "
Huang Zeyu sighed, looking worried.
Zhang Yan had heard of the fixed script of the trick talks in his previous life.
The so-called fixed scripts are scripts that were not resolved in the last trick-door negotiation and will reappear in the next trick-door negotiation.
The total number of places for trick talks is fixed.
This time, there are 30 places for the sly talks in Chongcheng.
Of course, it does not mean that the more places there are, the greater the chance of success.
The script of the Trick Door Talk will randomly assign all the soul masters in the world who participate in the talks to various scripts.
Fixed the script, which means that all the soul masters who entered that script last time were wiped out.
There will even be scripts that no one breaks through every time.
"Among the more than twenty fixed scripts, the one that requires special attention is script No. 44."
When Huang Zeyu said this, his face became frightened: "It is said that since the strangeness came and the trick door talks appeared, no one has ever penetrated script No. 44.
All the soul masters who entered the script No. 44, regardless of their strength, were all destroyed.
Hopefully we won't get into this horrific scenario. "
"Afraid of a hammer."
The muscular man Zhao Tianyu raised his fist as big as his head, with a look of disdain on his face: "What script No. 44? If I hit it with one fist, there is nothing I can't turn over."
"Don't be careless. The trick door talks are very difficult. Can you come out alive?
Not only looks at the face, but also looks at the fate. "
Huang Zeyu, a man in uniform, said.
Muscular man Zhao Tianyu laughed loudly: "If you want to judge the face, among the three of us, only brother Zhang Yan has the best face.
Does he have the best chance of survival? "
Huang Zeyu, the man in uniform, also laughed: "I can't say for sure.
After all, Brother Zhang Yan has good swordsmanship. If he enters a strange world that requires swordsmanship to pass, he will definitely have a much higher chance of survival than us. "
All three laughed at the same time.
After all, I have to go to the Trick Door Office early tomorrow morning. I don’t dare to drink too much, and I also have to be prepared for the trick door meeting.
After another exchange of thoughts and experiences, the three of them dispersed early.
"Brother Zhang Yan, brother Zhao Tianyu, it would be great if we could be assigned to the same weird script."
Before leaving, Huang Zeyu sighed: "At least, we have initial trust, and we are still from the same country.
In this strange world, trust is the rarest thing. "
"Don't think about it being so beautiful. The chance is too small."
Even guys like Muscle Man, who has muscles in his head, don't think they can be put into the same trick talk.
The bed in the Soul Host Hotel was very soft, but Zhang Yan didn't sleep much.
He looked out of the French window at the night through the glass.
The brightly lit city that never sleeps has many buildings and peaks according to the slope of the ridge.
Beautiful layering.
"Chen Xinyi, which one of these buildings with undulating hills is the light of your house?"
Zhang Yan murmured.
The next day, he followed the special car from the Guimen Office to the front of the Guimen in Chongcheng.
Thirty soul masters from the Tang Kingdom who participated in the sly talks have already arrived.
My E1 strength is almost the weakest among all the soul masters.
The strongest ones even have D1 level soul masters.
The soul master Zhang Yan just glanced at it and shook his head.
He was a young man, about 20 years old. He looked pretty good, but his expression looked arrogant and domineering.
It's no wonder that he became a D1 level soul master in his twenties.
Anyone can be arrogant.
Perhaps sensing Zhang Yan's gaze, the soul master turned around unhappily and glared at Zhang Yan: "What are you looking at?"
Zhang Yan looked away.
But he smiled coldly in his heart.
"This man is the third son of the Zhao family in the capital."
Zhang Yan watched the live broadcast of this trick talk in his previous life. The third son of the Zhao family entered one of the fixed scripts and never came out again.
There is no point in fighting against a dead man.
The soul masters walked into the trick door one by one.
Zhang Yan was the last one to enter.
The feeling of entering a trick-door meeting is no different from entering any other trick-door script.
My eyesight went dark, then brightened again.
Zhang Yan saw an ancient castle appearing in front of him.
No.
To be precise, it is not a real castle.
It is a large villa deliberately built to look like an ancient castle.
