The chat group fell silent, and Yuan Ting chatted to death.

[Yin Ji: Hoover is a wind mage, and he is alone. It is reasonable to cut off his hands and feet first, and it has nothing to do with me. ?

[Yuan Ting: Master Feng is weak, Hoover has lost the ability to move, and to say that he is annoying, Osmond even mocked Yuanshi Tianzun, but he obviously hates Hoover more, it is hard to say that it is not because of you. ?

Yin Ji pursed her lips in embarrassment.

?Red Sun Execution Officer: What do you guys think about the video? ?

The Great Elder was reminding Yuan Ting that it was "class time" and not the time to gossip.

This kind of class time was not uncommon in the past. The elders of Taiyi Sect would occasionally take time to teach the star officials under their sect after their official duties.

Tonight just happened to have good material, and the chief elder, the criminal officer Chiri, "appeared on the stage to give a class" in person.

The star officials published their interpretations one after another, and the red sun criminal officer replied one by one seriously, either praising or correcting, and answered the complaint of "the moon will not sleep, I will not sleep":

"Everyone's situation is different, and the environment of each battle is also different. What I want you to learn is the way of fighting. The amount of props has different ways of fighting."

Yin Ji typed in the message: "I think everyone has missed a detail, Yuanshi Tianzun's stargazing skills can already be counted as masters"

Her fingers stopped suddenly, and after some hesitation, Yin Ji deleted the message and remained silent.

She suddenly didn't want to expose Yuanshi Tianzun's cards too much, this was out of instinctive maintenance.

After all, we are friends.

Fujia Bay.

In the simple CEO's office at the headquarters of the Mechanism Technology Research and Development Company, Xiahou Aotian, wearing a blue labor insurance suit, sat in front of the computer with a dull expression.

The battle of the Hundred Thousand Mountains was played on the screen.

The video was played in a loop over and over again, Xiahou Aotian sat still, as if his soul had been taken away.

From the black iron ring came the grandfather's emotional voice:

"The younger generation is awesome. With his aptitude and ability, if he was born in the Qin Dynasty, he would definitely be valued by the first emperor, and he would be appointed king and worship minister. Even if he hides in the rivers and lakes, he is still a hero."

Xiahou Aotian suddenly covered his chest, his face was full of pain, and he gasped for breath.

The alchemist of the Qin Dynasty was surprised: "What's wrong?"

Xiahou Aotian tremblingly said:

"I have been studying classics since I was a child, and I only love the Romance of the Three Kingdoms. I think of Zhou Lang's feather fan and scarf. When talking and laughing, the mast and scull will be wiped out in smoke. It makes people yearn for it. However, the sky is not fair. How can it be bright when it is born? Alas!"

"Speak in human language!" The old man had never read Romance of the Three Kingdoms.

Xiahou Aotian expressed his inner thoughts concisely: "I'm so sour!"

He took a deep breath and asked, "Old man, if I was born in ancient times, would the First Emperor rely on me? What kind of person am I?"

"One of the hundred craftsmen."

Baigong is a small official engaged in manufacturing and production.

"." Xiahou Aotian felt insulted, "That's it?" JrNovels.com