The fact that the teleportation did not know where to teleport also highlighted the confidence and fearlessness of the divers.

Thinking like this, he wouldn't think about it, how did these young people take this matter to heart......

Will Boss Mu be short of money?

It depends on what kind of extent, anyway, he himself is a little disdainful of the gold coins that the Holy Heaven called them out of the mountain.

There are many deep-seated meanings of this expedition to help the war, such as the personal level, the guild level, and the more far-reaching development and strategic layout level.

More, as he said to the wandering poet before: "Just be a military training." ”

Training.

The wandering poet chewed on the meaning of these two words, and was the first to transmit. When he arrived at the Crimson City Square, which was far away from the sphere of influence of the Temple of Light, he naturally noticed some chaotic scenes around him.

Some of the members of the local guild of Crimson City, who were killed and returned to the city to be resurrected, were confronting and cursing against the players in Holy Heaven who were responsible for keeping the teleportation array open.

The teleportation array has not been lit up for a long time, and the war here has started at six o'clock in the morning. And the tens of thousands of elites and main battle players of Holy Heaven had already arrived here a day in advance, and they didn't need to teleport.

So when the wandering poet appeared alone, few people on both sides of the shoving and shoving noticed his presence.

But as he stood in the corner of the teleportation altar, the divers with a calm face appeared one after another, from ten to hundred, and from hundreds to thousands, and stood in line on the square, and the shouting and scolding around finally subsided a little.

The players of Holy Heaven naturally knew that this was an ally, and their opponent, the alliance of the two guilds in the local area, was a little nervous at this time.

"That's, that's ......"

One of them pointed to the white-robed priest standing on the teleportation altar, "It's familiar, I seem to have seen him on the video of the forum." ”

"I also have a little impression of this priest who likes to wear white robes, his name is quite strange, it should be called the wandering poet of diving...... , it's a wandering poet! ”

"He's a poet?"

"That's not the point, it's, it's, it's the divers of Yangyue City! Great Sword Emperor! ”

A terrible shout resounded through the square, but Mu Qian just happened to be in the middle of this shout, carrying a big sword and stepping out of the aperture, attracting the attention of everyone around.

This square was quiet in an instant, this is the hidden passive that Boss Mu just got: [Silent appearance].

Anyway, those Holy Heaven players had happy faces and high spirits, while their opponents had white faces one by one at this time.

The coercion of the Holy Heaven had already made them breathless, and the sudden appearance of the Great Sword Emperor made it clear that it was the player invited by the Holy Heaven to help with the fist......

With a buzz, the entire square exploded in an instant, players were discussing or insulting, and many people were also shouting loudly, transferring the power stranded in the square to the outside of the city.

Mu Qian only walked out of a hundred meters, and the entire square was already quiet for most of the time.

"With this effect, no matter how expensive the appearance fee is, it's worth it!"

The holy three organs sighed with emotion, and stood side by side with the wandering poet.

The corner of the wandering poet's mouth was always an indifferent smile, and he said: "He is the first warrior of our guild this time, so I won't charge you any additional employment fees." ”

"Hehe, it's not in vain that I value you diving so much."

"Our president has confessed," said the wandering poet in a low voice, "and he will not listen to anything but the fight and my transfers." ”

The smile of the Holy Three Organs froze, and then he looked at the Great Sword Emperor who was mixed with the crowd, and could only nod, "It means a lot that he can come." ”

The wandering poet waited quietly for the divers to come out and assemble one after another, and he and the holy three organs noticed a thin figure moving at the edge of the square at the same time. The wandering poet was a little curious, but the holy three organs were smiling.

"This little guy, when he saw his teacher coming, he was able to run so fast."

"Is this the student we will take into?" The wandering poet seemed to be talking to himself, "I feel like I'm about the same size as Wanyue, and Daqian really likes it as always." ”

"What?"

"Nothing." The wandering poet stepped down from the altar and moved towards it.

And the fast-shuttling orc boy had already stood in front of Mu Qian, carrying a big sword on his back, a cloak wrapped around his body, and there was a little excitement in his eyes.

"Teacher!"

"Well, you're here?" Mu Qian responded with a smile and asked, "Are you still used to it here?" ”

"Habit, old guy and some players here, they're all good to me." A tree in the village responded.

Mu Qian glanced at the hilt of the sword that leaked out of his shoulder, and from his intuitive feeling that he had used the sword for many years, this should be a big sword with good attributes, and the level should be around level fifty.

Therefore, the fangs of destruction that he wanted to take out of the backpack were put back by him after a moment's hesitation.

"Wait for this matter, I want to test whether your strength has improved."

"Thank you, teacher!" The orc boy nodded heavily, hesitated slightly, and whispered to Mu Qian, "Teacher, there are a few high-ranking people from the Holy Heaven who heard you coming, and it seems that they want to trouble you. ”

"Trouble me?"

Mu Qian glanced in the direction of the Holy Three Organs and sneered, "Don't they know that I am a trouble myself? Don't worry, just let them come. ”

The orc boy nodded in response, his level had reached level fifty-seven at this time, and the level of effort in leveling on weekdays was definitely a desperate level.

This is also closely related to the arrangement and care of the three organs.

"As your teacher, I still have to teach you something, look at ...... You're watching, too. ”

As soon as Mu Qian's words came out, the surrounding divers and a tree in the village were all overjoyed, but the latter was not very good at expressing emotions, and the joy was only expressed in his eyes.

The bright stars drew six consecutive circles on the ground, and Mu Qian engraved six more numbers, so that a tree in the village stood in it.

Fancy teaches to move.

According to the different ways of moving, Mu Qian's teaching methods are also different, and in order to improve his strength, Mu Qian didn't just integrate the strengths of a hundred schools?

"Step on one and three first, remember this set of numbers, this is a more complicated set of footwork, but it is better than weirdness and dexterity."

Mu Qian then said a string of numbers, and a tree in the village began to frown and think, and began to move under his feet according to the number number.

Although it started slowly, his thin figure had already come out of some ethereal and a little unpredictable taste.

The surrounding divers followed suit, making the location of the collection a bit confusing.

The news of the temporary teaching of the Great Sword Emperor made those players who were far away from him complain of bitterness and remorse, and they almost wanted to grab the ground with their heads.

Mu Qian smiled and watched a group of people swaying left and right, but he was not afraid that this set of moving methods would really spread out, if it could improve the strength of the majority of players if it was widely spread, then he could be regarded as making some contributions to China's future foreign wars.

As for whether the civil war will encounter greater obstacles as a result...... Then go ahead.

The 8,000 divers quickly assembled and headed towards the southern gate of the city, which had just been controlled by the Holy Heaven.

The architectural style of the third-level main city within the influence of the Temple of Light is still very different from the Moon God Temple.

Everywhere you look, there are golden castle-like buildings, grand churches, wider, regular streets, NPCs praying to the light on the roadside, and fluttering flags are also golden.

The only thing that is the same may be the city wall of the third-level main city with a relatively uniform height, and this city wall still can't play too many tricks.

The layout of the city is similar, but the location of functional NPCs is different for each third-level main city, and the name is rarely the same, which is also a reflection of the uniqueness of each main city.

The divers quickly lined up and rushed towards the north gate.

Mu Qian was also in the team, but this time he didn't stand up as a diving striker, nor did he enjoy the treatment of the nurse group at the same time, just like an inconspicuous big sword swordsman mixed in the crowd.

Humble?

Unless he's wearing a mask he hasn't used in a long time.

After the divers rushed out of the north city gate, they stopped and waited, Mu Qian just stood under the city wall, and he stood there leaning on the city wall, with his arms on his pillow, very leisurely.

The divers beside him were two or three meters away from him, and a semicircular space with a diameter of two meters was vacated for the leader.

This is not an isolation, but an expression of respect.

The orc boy was standing not far from him, and it seemed that today he was going to stay with his teacher, listen to the teacher's teachings at any time, help the teacher kill the enemy, worship the teacher's demeanor or something......

On the city wall, the Holy Three Organs held their heads high and led the wandering poets to the area where the Holy Heaven commanded the pile.

Among these high-level Saint Heavens, a middle-aged man with a slightly taller head and a pale and delicate face has an extraordinary temperament, and the position he stands in is also the central area of the player, and from time to time someone reports something to him, he should be the person in charge.

Suddenly, the wandering poet seemed to see himself after middle age.

And the name on this person's head also highlights his identity: Holy Heaven President, Holy Qing Scholar, and Fifty-eighth Rank Earth Magician.

"President!" The loud voice of the Holy Three Organs came from afar, so that the more than ten high-level officials who were arguing about something were silent at the same time, but looking at the eyes of the Holy Three Organs, there was little kindness.

The Holy Three Organs have long been accustomed to this, and laughed: "Look below! I've brought 8,000 divers! ”

"Vice President of the Three Organs," a woman with heavy makeup said coldly, "What do you mean by that?" Think our Holy Heaven is still using a newly rising guild to help? to take the main city? ”

The holy three organs snorted: "I am using the minimum cost to create the highest value, isn't this what you advocate very much?" ”

"Diving? Is the Great Sword Emperor here? A young thief on the edge sneered, "I really, really want to talk to him." ”

Then I heard a few people sneering:

"How could the Great Sword Emperor come? The vice president of our three viscera has tried to pull people into the gang several times, and the Great Sword Emperor is all kinds of disdain. ”

"Hehe, I always feel that this dive is too arrogant, and we are losing our value by cooperating with them."

"The vice president of the three viscera has the final say, let's just listen."

The wandering poet said that he listened lightly, and he had the lofty consciousness of 'that person's money eliminates disasters for others', as well as the marketing concept of 'the customer is the uncle'.

The holy three viscera couldn't hold it on his face, and he looked at the scholar president who was looking at the silent outside the city, and immediately said angrily with a dark face: "It's good that people can come diving!" What else do you want to do? Looking down on the Great Sword Emperor? His grandma's! If you have the ability, you can also start from scratch and work hard to get to this situation! ”

After speaking, he still felt uncomfortable, and added: "Who in China has never heard of the Great Sword Emperor, and how many have not heard of you?" Yes? Mad dog? ”

"Holy Three Organs!" The named thief gritted his teeth and scolded, "I respect you as a senior, don't be embarrassed!" ”

"Cut, the old man is crazy about teenagers, and if he doesn't accept it, he will beat you into the medicine hall! You'd better win the village boy first! ”

"You! Damn it! ”

Obviously, there must be some resentment in normal times.

"Don't say a word, others are still watching." The voice of the scholar of Shengqing seemed to sigh.

He still had the prestige on his face, and the thief's vicious gaze almost scraped off a few pieces of flesh from the holy three organs, but he didn't say anything more.

The other person in the mouth of the Shengqing scholar, that is, the wandering poet, took a step forward when he heard the words, and said lightly to these people:

"Diving at the invitation of the old-timers of the three viscera came to help, and the eight thousand divers are under the city, and I will coordinate your actions."

After speaking, he stood aside with an indifferent face, looking at the scenery outside the city.