Chapter 674 Divine Trench! I Want to Make Friends with Him

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"Crack, bang."

The small apartment in China is rented out to me.

Uncle Pao ate peanuts, took a sip of Erguotou, looked at the scene played on his laptop, and laughed meaningfully: "Xiao Feifei, that holy son of yours is really interesting. They don't really have any stories, right?"

"What story can there be?" The Pope of Light glared at Uncle Pao, chewed a peanut with all his strength, and complained with resentment, "Isn't your precious apprentice doing a good thing? Without him, could we start a holy war? No. In that cruel holy war, can my holy son..."

Originally, he wanted to say a word of sympathy, but the words couldn't come out of his mouth.

Compassion with the Dark Son of the enemy camp? Pooh! What is this?

"Hey, I dare you to blame an outsider like Wang Yan for starting the jihad?" Uncle Pao glanced at the Pope of Light, threw a peanut into his mouth, chewed it angrily and said, "Look back, you If the Holy Son of the family is really bent, will Wang Yan be blamed for breaking up?"

"Where is he bent? Ahem..." The Pope of Light became excited and choked on a mouthful of Erguotou and coughed. "That boy Wright has a kind nature, but he's just a little tired recently."

"Haha." Uncle Pao nodded, smiling without saying a word, as if he understood everything.

"No, I'm too lazy to tell you." The Pope of Light felt depressed again. He felt that if he continued to struggle with this issue, he would suffer from high blood pressure. He then picked up the cup and knocked on the table, "Keep reading. "

"Keep watching." Uncle Pao also picked up the wine glass and touched it with the Pope of Light.

"Clang."

"Done!"

The two old men started drinking again.

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"Ahem."

The host Sean pushed up his glasses and coughed deliberately, breaking the weird atmosphere at the scene.

"The sixth person to advance will be announced below, with a score of 305 points. He is from the African Ancient Witches Alliance, the inheritor of King Solomon's magic, and the youngest prophet, Saladin Nuha!"

Precisely because Wang Yan and the Double Saints dominated the screen for a long time in the qualifiers, many scenes were not broadcast live to the venue in time.

Therefore, almost no one in the crowd of spectators had heard of this newcomer who was known as the prophet. Although there were discussions, there were more doubts.

"I've never heard of this name. Is he a newcomer?"

"The newcomer has such a big name, it's like trying to die."

"He is the only one who can use King Solomon's magic? He must be bragging."

The audience had never seen the prophet, but they had heard of the legend.

In ancient religion and real life, a prophet originally refers to a person who has an early understanding or accurate prediction of the universe, human society or natural sciences. It is not a wizard who simply predicts the future.

During that period, prophets would not only criticize reality and guide the ruling class, but also teach the people with ethics and morals from the gods, and they had a high status.

But with the rapid development of mankind, those ancient things have long been lost in the long river of history.

What's left is just some false names and gimmicks. Even so, this name is still very influential in some places.

Under the curious eyes of the crowd, in the queue of the African Ancient Witch Alliance, in the Arab area, a young man on a flying carpet slowly soared up.

He is a typical Arab young man. He looks to be in his early thirties, with a fair and handsome face and a manly mustache on the corners of his lips. At first glance, he looks unrestrained and unrestrained, and he might have thought he was a model on the catwalk.

He wore a traditional white turban on his head, and instead of a large traditional robe, he wore a custom-made suit.

The most eye-catching thing is that eight of his ten fingers are wearing thick gemstone rings, and there are three strings of gold necklaces inlaid with gemstones hanging on his chest. He looks rich and heroic.

The crowd watching the game was surprised after watching it, and more questions were raised.

"Is this the prophet? Are you sure he's not a nouveau riche?"

"You can become a prophet if you have money? Then I can do it too."

Saladin ignored the reaction at the scene, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, reached into his arms, and casually threw out a large handful of US dollars.

In his words, “In today’s world, money is more useful than scripture.”

Sure enough, a large amount of banknotes were blown to the entire auditorium with a magical air flow, and all the audience at the scene said "Wow" and started to boil.

"Wow haha! Prophet! I think he must be a prophet!"

"It feels so good. It feels so good to be slapped in the face with money!"

"I heard that in Arabia, each family has an oil field, and they use banknotes to bathe every day. It seems to be true!"

The bikini monsters who were selling things conscientiously also became crazy.

The eyes of the banshees were shining brightly, and they were picking up a lot of banknotes and screaming excitedly.

"Prophet, hmm!"

"Brother Prophet, please throw money at me as much as you want!"

"Uncle Prophet, I want to learn magic from you tonight!"

The young prophet standing on the flying carpet smiled slightly and had a kind and peaceful expression. If the large amount of money in his hand were replaced by an ancient scripture, he would look exactly like the prophet in the ancient portrait.

The crowd watching the game around him was filled with joy.

The NSAF team, like the contestants from other organizations, were all stunned.

"What a rich man. Isn't it worth at least several million?" Even Wang Yan opened his eyes wide at this moment and patted Zhang Weidao beside him, "I think he is a real rich man."

"I, I, I, I can do it too!" Zhang Weidao was a little stunned and a little unconvinced, but then he thought about it, "Bah, I won't do it if I have money! I, I am the one who wants to marry a wife!"

"Amitabha, Lao Wang, I think we should make friends with him." The once kind and innocent little Buddha Wubujie, with a glint in his eyes, spoke the truth in everyone's mind.

"That makes sense!" Everyone gave a thumbs up, "We have to make friends with such a prophet!"

The lively and joyful atmosphere lasted for several minutes. Saladin still took into account the order of the conference, so he spent several million. Then he waved to the fans around him and came behind Sean in a low-key manner, hiding his merit and fame.

After a brief commotion, host Sean announced the fifth contestant.

"The fifth person to advance, with 372 points, is the midwinter hunter from the Polar Bear Secret Service, Belisa Nova!"

The scene went "wow", with warm applause and cheers.

Belisa is a very famous veteran powerhouse in the world in recent years. She has a large group of fans and supporters. She won the fifth place. To many viewers at the scene, she deserved the fifth place.

In the center of the venue, Belisa rode the white giant bear Reynolds and slowly left the queue.

The cold air radiating from her whole body shone with little bits of fluorescence under the sunlight, making her look as if she was wearing wind and snow every step she took, and she was astonishingly beautiful.

Many male and even female audience members were fascinated by her noble and cool temperament.

However, Belisa's eyes never stopped for them.

She walked slowly through the National African Affairs Bureau's queue area, her eyes as clear as glacial rivers, and locked directly on another female superpower who was also an ice type.

The female superpower she was looking at, with black hair like a waterfall and a slender and graceful body, was none other than the Ice Queen who was her equal before, Huangfu Nanlian.

Nan Lian's eyes were also looking at Belisa through her sunglasses.

The eyes of the two women met in the air, and a circle of icy cold air quietly dispersed between the two women.

The noisy noise of the crowd seemed to be automatically isolated. Time seemed to slow down at this moment. It seemed that only the two people looking at each other were left in the world, and the icy cold air spreading between them like water. .

After a while, Belisa raised her lips, moved the white bear Reynolds, and continued to walk forward.

Nan Lian also slowly withdrew her gaze, and a layer of frost-like fighting spirit was already smeared in her eyes.

After Belisa left, Sean cleared his throat and continued to announce: "The fourth person to advance, with 389 points, is the Golden Lion Sword from the Super Shield Bureau, August!"

August is also a well-known veteran strongman, and Midi also used his image to publish comics in China. When he appeared on the stage, many spectators were excited.

"Oh, it's the Golden Lion Sword! I even have his model in my collection!"

"He is much more handsome in person than in the comics. Look at his temperament."

Some women have even started screaming, "Brother Lion Sword, I want to give birth to a little lion for you!"

August smiled as he walked out of the queue to raucous cheers from the crowd.

At this time, he was wearing a red battle uniform, carrying a silver alloy sword, and had long golden hair. He moved with the steps and danced in the wind. Under the spotlight, he looked like a majestic god of war, full of high spirits.

August enjoyed the cheers of the crowd and waved all the way until he reached the queue of the National African Affairs Bureau, where he stopped specifically, as if to show off, said hello to Wang Yan and others, and then said goodbye and left.

At this point, the fourth to ninth ranked contestants have all been announced.

The six qualified contestants stood side by side under the steps of the podium, enjoying the cheers and attention of the audience.

Each of them was in high spirits, with high spirits, and their eyes were full of pride.

This is a moment full of honor. To be able to do this under the gaze of superpowers all over the world is enough to prove that they are the top existences among young superpowers.

"The above six players will all receive sub-holy equipment or materials of equal value later!"

The host Sean stood in front of the six contestants, facing the entire audience, and introduced them passionately.

"Next, I will announce that the top three winners of this qualifier will receive the sacred equipment provided by this competition, or an equivalent material!"

"The sacred weapon, the winner of the sacred weapon is coming out!"

The emotions of the crowd watching the game were like boiling water, suddenly being pushed to the top. Each of them opened their eyes wide and pricked up their ears, for fear of hearing a name by mistake.

Who on earth could be so lucky to receive a rare treasure as a reward? Such questions are like a thread wrapped around their hearts, tugging at their hearts tightly.

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