Chapter 3361: An extraordinary pastor

Today, although my level has not reached the national power level, I barely touched the edge of the national power level, and my real strength has surpassed the general national power. If I count the cards, even the middle-level national power. , Nor is my opponent.
Although the youth who fought against me were national powers, they were also newly promoted national powers. Their strengths could not be compared with the national powers that have been famous for a long time, let alone compare with me.
After dozens of rounds, the bruised young man half-kneeled on the ground, bleeding from the corners of his mouth, showing unwillingness, but had to bow his head and give in.
"Remember, don't cause trouble in the future" I said lightly.
"Why?" The voice squeezed from the young man's teeth.
Stopped, turned his head, wondering: "What and why?"
"With your strength, why not join the national power organization and serve the country?"
His eyes were full of doubt and resentment, as if an angry youth who was unwilling to satisfy the status quo, roared: "Since you are a foreign elder, holding an important position and earning a lot of salary, why don't you want to contribute to the country? Not only that, but also one. And prevent others from contributing to the country?"
This man is an angry youth.
Having figured this out, I don't hate him anymore.
"Who said I didn't contribute to the country?" I asked with a smile, "Have the two queens talked about it? Did you elders talk about it? No, no one, hum, no, it's right, I I have contributed to the country, not only I have contributed, but I have also made great contributions several times, but because what I do is related to state secrets, I have not made it public."
"Furthermore, the contribution I have made is not comparable to your national power organization..."
Having said that, I paused and smiled: "Sorry, I forgot, as long as it does not endanger the country's fundamentals, your national power organization will never make any contribution."
The last sentence completely angered the young man. He gritted his teeth and roared: "Go to death, rude! Spin ice piercing!"
At the moment when the last word was shouted, the surging magic value quickly approached, wrapped the youth in it, and in the next second, it ran into me. On the way, countless ice flowers bloomed, and the blooming ice flowers were in the next second. It burst and turned into countless crystal clear weapons, covering the surrounding area.
"Phantom Sword Dance."
A soft voice, murmured from my mouth, and in the next instant, my arm was raised high, condensing the killing intent. In the blink of an eye, the surging killing intent was like a blazing campfire, burning everything.
After a breath, the demon knife with killing intent like a campfire cleaved the air in front of him.
One knife, two knives, three knives...Ten knives in one breath.
After ten knives, close the knives into their sheaths.
The formed knife-gang net was left out of thin air, and under the command of my mind, it slashed towards the young man who had collided.
There was a roar, and crushed ice splashed all over.
The white mist fell, and the ice melted into water.
The young man had already lay down on the ground, motionless, reluctant to live or die.
But I know very well that he did not die, because I kept my hand, and because the ice flower body guard blocked the deadly knife.
But his injury is still serious. Fortunately, the medical staff in the arena dealt with it in a timely manner, leaving no sequelae, but judging from the action of the medical staff to bandage the wound, this guy is likely to be a mummy today.
Only today.
After all, he is a child of a nobleman, and his family has a lot of money. It is easy to ask the pastor to come and heal him.
In fact, there are priests in the arena, but the priests in the arena only heal fatal and serious injuries. His injuries are not fatal, not up to standards, and people are too lazy to heal.
Very arrogant, right, but no one dared to provoke them, not only because of their high level and strength as priests, but also because they were invited by your majesty.
Whoever dares to do anything to the people invited by your majesty is the enemy of the country.
Unless you don't want to mix in Moonlight City, no one dares to point fingers at these pastors.
As soon as I walked out of the ring, an old white-bearded grandfather greeted me: "Hey, my strength has improved again, little guy."
The old white-bearded grandfather, or the old white-bearded grandmother, who can enter and exit the arena at will, are not ordinary people, or they are old and healthy adventurers or hired priests.
The old grandfather in front of him is one of the many pastors who have been hired.
I didn't ask the name, but I heard him mention the age casually. I didn't remember the details, but it must be over a hundred.
"Look at what you said, father, I've only made a slight improvement."
"I can count on watching you grow up. I remember that in the last World War of the Winds, you were just a little guy who didn't even have the power to resist when you met the power of the country. But now, even the power of the country is not your opponent. Now, this improvement is not a little bit."
"Hey, thanks to your old man's praise, boy, I won't shirk it."
"How is Tyler?" Grandpa asked suddenly.
"It's okay" I said: "Drinking, reading newspapers, sleeping, small days are old and moist."
"This kid" Grandpa sighed and shook his head.
Father Taylor is only seventy or eighty years old this year, and he is a lot younger than the old man in front of him, so he should be called a child.
And I have heard that the old man used to be his teacher when he was young. It was under the guidance of a group of teachers similar to him that the old man finally embarked on the path of pastor.
"Anyway, this kid has lived out his own life, and we old guys can finally relax."
Another old voice sounded. This time, an old grandma walked over, who was about the same age as the old grandfather and was also a hired pastor.
After asking my grandmother, I stood aside, silently, just watching the two elderly people say hello to each other.
The two are both master-class figures. Not only are they very old, but they are also extremely powerful. I don’t know how strong they are, but the old man once gave me a small reminder: even the group of adventures called the human limit Home, one-on-one alone, is not the opponent of any one of this group of grandparents.
In other words, these grandfathers and grandmothers have already surpassed the limit of human rank in the theory. I don't know to what extent.
Perhaps they are getting older and no longer like to be sharp, or they like to empathize with life and see hope and happiness from their children and grandchildren, so all of them are very tolerant and kind to their children and grandchildren. It sounds like words of reproach, or exhortation on the behavior of children and grandchildren, are very gentle.
In other words, I really like to listen to these old grandpas and grandmothers, and like to chat with these old grandpas and grandmothers.
People who like to walk in dungeons are not normal, please collect: (EbookFREE.me) People who walk in dungeons are not normal, and the literature is updated the fastest.