Chapter 519: I saw my fellow villagers, tears in my eyes

The pupils of his eyes shrank uncontrollably, and Yang Feng was shocked inexplicably.
More fellows? Is it possible...
Turning his head stiffly, looking at the group of past leaders below, Yang Feng couldn't help but slap his tongue.
Wow, so many fellows. It seems that this place has been completely captured by our earthlings!
Why, the earth is too polluted and can't stand it anymore, all emigrated here?
Don't look, they are not! "
Seeing his surprised eyes, the ancestor knew that he wanted to turn aside, immediately patted his arm, and sneered: you may not meet fellow villagers when you go abroad, not to mention this crossing, it is so easy to meet so many fellow villagers. what? They are all locals, not the same as us. "
Having said that, the ancestor waved his hand to the other leaders: Go and play in other places, let me communicate with my little brother! "
Yes, Holy Ancestor! "
After a deep bow, everyone respectfully said, and then they all disappeared.
Yang Feng blinked his confused eyes, then looked at the saint ancestor and asked: Brother, none of these people are our fellows? Have you seen our fellow villagers? "
Hi, where have I seen it before? It's not a hundred thousand years, have you only seen you? If it weren't for the fact that you played a fight against the landlords with the two masters of the sect that day, your speech and demeanor still had a hometown flavor. I can't believe it, besides me, another buddy passed through and came to my Holy Fire Sect. It was fate! "
what? Have you only seen me as a fellow in 100,000 years? "
Unable to be surprised, Yang Feng said inexplicably: Then how do you know that there are other fellow villagers besides us? "
How did Einstein come up with the theory of relativity? You know, when he proposed this theory, it was impossible to prove it experimentally. "
Uh...he figured it out! "
Wrong, it is derived! "
Taking a deep breath, the saint ancestor took Yang Feng's arm, as if an older brother was taking care of his younger brother, and solemnly said: Brother, you have been walking in this world for a long time. Have you found that this world is very similar to our original one, especially in terms of culture, everyone respects the Confucian and Mencius way? "
Well, yes, is there Confucius and Mencius, Confucianism? "
I don’t know if there is Confucius and Mencius here, but I know that someone brought Confucius and Mencius. "
With a strange glow in his eyes, the saint ancestor decided: To be honest, when my brother and I crossed here 100,000 years ago, Confucianism and Mencius were popular here. Not only Confucianism, but Taoism, Legalism, Yin-Yangism, and Buddhism, including some Western sects. It can be said that we have all the Eastern and Western cultures here. "
People here don't know which dynasty Confucius and Mencius belonged to, but they all believe that they existed in ancient times. It's like we don't know when Fuxi and Nuwa were from, but their Fuxi gossip still passed down. Who do you think passed it down? It was brought by our fellow villagers, or the world was built by our fellow villagers from the beginning, so some cultures are in the same line as ours on earth, regardless of each other. "
Oh I got it!
Nodding clearly, Yang Feng couldn't help asking again: Then since there is our fellow here, why have you not seen one in tens of thousands of years? "
Who knows this? Maybe they are already rich and wealthy, and don't want to see our poor brother; maybe they have been wiped out by the locals, just like me! "
What, you were killed by the locals! "
Unconsciously startled, Yang Feng took a breath and hurriedly said: What is your profession and what strength? "
Full-time mage, two hundred-level gods! "
I go! "
With a staggered body, Yang Feng was so scared that he almost didn't fall: Are you also a 200-level mage? Can this be destroyed? "
Reluctantly shrugged, the saint ancestor couldn't help but sneered: What's the matter? Anyone who has played the game knows that the wizard is afraid of assassins. When I was fighting for territory with others, I was killed by an assassin who came in and killed me with a crit. Fortunately, I have this earth-level sacred flame, Holy Soul Heart Flame. In this holy mound, reunite the soul, otherwise it will really disappear. But even so, I am just a ray of remnant soul, barely becoming the fire spirit of this holy fire, crucified here, and can no longer go out casually, alas! "
Ruined! "
As soon as his body collapsed, Yang Feng suddenly panicked: I always thought that the 200th level was invincible, but I never expected that a full-level mage could be blown to death. "
Isn't that nonsense, you can be a full-level mage, others can't be full-level assassins? "
Rolling his eyes, the saint ancestor couldn't help asking again: Yes, brother, does the system let you open a second job? Have you opened yet? "
I drove it, but I didn’t practice much. I upgraded from level to level. It’s better to fight at full level! "
Just open it, what is it? "
With a frown, the holy ancestor suddenly looked hopeful and authentic.
After slapped his mouth twice, Yang Feng murmured: Warrior! "
Great, warrior g assassin! "
He clapped his palm fiercely, and the saint ancestor jumped excitedly: Hurry up and raise the trumpet, I know there is a place in this world where souls can be merged. Go there, you can combine the two accounts into one and double your strength. Then you will be able to become a tactic, and you will no longer be afraid of the assassin's crit flow. I think I had an idea with you at the beginning, too lazy to open a trumpet, to upgrade. As a result, I saw the assassin chasing after my and slashing, and I regretted it. "
Really, but my trumpet is very weak, what if it hangs up during the upgrade? It seems that I am dead, and the large size is useless, right? "
It doesn't matter, now you have the personal protection of the three strange waiters of the sun, moon and stars. If you are in danger, they will promptly rescue you. Take advantage of your bodyguard skills, hurry up and practice your horns, and you can't practice like ordinary fighters, you have to train into flesh, steel and iron, so that the assassin can't cut you! "
Practicing meat? How to practice? "
Yang Feng was puzzled. The corner of the saint ancestor's mouth curled up, and a smug smile appeared: Don't worry about this. No matter how I put it, I have studied the system for tens of thousands of years, and I must know more than you. I'll be your coach and promise that you won't make a mistake on the way to upgrade. And it will let you get stronger strength on the basis of step-by-step upgrade of the original system! "
Really? "
As his eyes lighted up, Yang Feng immediately moved with tears in his eyes: Brother, you are such a nice person, why are you willing to help me with [Penquge www.xbqg5200.info]? "
Do you need a reason to help? Besides, we are fellows. Seeing fellow villagers, my eyes were in tears. We came out of a village, who am I not going to help you? Besides, I also need you to do something for me. "
what's up? "
Damn the assassin who killed Lao Tzu! "His face sank, and the saint ancestor said viciously.
Yang Feng took a deep look at him, then nodded, and promised: Don't worry, the fellow's business is mine. Your hatred is my hatred. I must kill that assassin, vent your anger, hum! "