I am your natural enemy.

Chapter 760 Influence, Learned
Wen Yan knew that the director had said so, and even personally sent him there "by the way" just to talk about this matter, but he still couldn't help but ask.

"What happened?"

"The highest leader of a European religious sect has passed away. The current news is that he died of old age and passed away naturally.

But now there is a big problem, that is, the divine beings in the sect, whom they call angels.

The main communication channel is this person in charge.

No matter what procedure or selection is followed for the new one descended from God, this person will be needed as the key person for communication.

There are also sword-awarding ceremonies, title-conferring ceremonies, etc., which also require it as a key part of the ceremony.

Being disrupted all of a sudden is equivalent to cutting off important connections.

The inability to produce new gods and hold the sacred sword-granting ceremony is secondary. The main problem is that many things cannot continue.

The successor has not been chosen yet, but it is not that difficult to choose someone who has talent in this area.

Every year they screen out some candidates with talent in this area.

It's just someone who is qualified, experienced, connected, strong and capable.

There was only one, an archbishop, but he was basically dead.”

Having said that, the director glanced at Wen Yan.

“It was when a body that looked like a devil appeared in Europa last year. When they were fighting the dark creatures most fiercely, they were bitten by a werewolf.

It happened to be a full-moon night, and it was not until the next morning that people discovered he had been bitten.

It's too late for everything.

Although he has not died yet, it is basically equivalent to being expelled from the human race.

If you need to go out and fight in a sequence, then there shouldn't be any problem.

But it is impossible for him to get to the top.

And he didn't get promoted among the remaining talented people.

The five things you need are qualification, experience, connections, strength and ability.

The most outstanding people only meet three of these requirements.

Once you are in power, you are destined to not be able to control the overall situation like your predecessor.

Except for his individual strength, the predecessor had basically no shortcomings in other aspects.

The commotion in Europe has been going on for almost a year, but those aliens have not achieved any strategic results.

Even the divine law proposed by Robin has not been followed by Europe yet, and it has not even received much attention.

It was this person who used his skills to suppress it silently. "

Wen Yan's expression remained unchanged. What did it have to do with him? What devil's corpse? That was sold by Lao Meng.

"So, no matter who takes the position in the future, our relationship will definitely be affected, right?"

“Yes, the person who came up with the Divine Act was indeed a genius.

From the current point of view, even if this move cannot make up for Robin's weakness of shallow foundation, it can make up for most of it.

I used to think that those capitalists might not be able to control the so-called gods that appeared under the Divine Law.

But who would have thought that in less than a year, they had come up with a solution.

The foundations of those so-called gods are firmly grasped in the hands of humans.

Those so-called gods need ordinary people, and those capitalists have strangled the channels for information dissemination and guided values.

A new balance was reached between them.

Under the current circumstances, this is indeed a great opportunity for them to stop the downward trend.

Some tests have already begun in the past few days.

While your Dahlia was escorting, a ship flying the flag of a small country tried to approach.

Then an accidental collision occurred and the other ship sank.

Out of humanitarianism, those who fell into the water were rescued by our merchant ships.

The Dahlia is a little unhappy and will be returning to port in two days. Remember to go and take a look at it and comfort it.

By the way, the touch-up is free.”

"Okay, I'll go check back."

“You went to the Nanyang Alliance before, and it had a significant effect. It was better than our people going there to negotiate.

Sometimes, I feel that our attitude is too good, so that some guys think we can continue to make concessions.

The big businessmen who believe in Mazu have been contacting Shenzhou in recent days, intending to strengthen cooperation.

There are also people from the Great Sage Church who are in contact with this side in China. In addition to business matters, they are also doing it under the guise of cultural exchange.

There is also the Nanyang Alliance’s Maritime Management Department, which has been actively in contact with us and discussed it with us the past two days.

Their top leader will go to China for exchange and study soon.

After these events, the fence-sitters in the Nanyang Alliance calmed down a bit.

The guy who used to like to play devil's advocate has been pretty honest these days.

The situation is pretty good. The people in diplomacy even told me to ask you when you are free to attend the cultural exchange conference.

I know you don't like it, but once you go there, you don't have to worry about anything.

If you don’t want to sit on the rostrum, you can sit down there and be a mascot.”

"That can."

Wen Yan agreed immediately. There was nothing wrong with just sitting there and clapping to provide atmosphere.

Wen Yan just regarded it as supporting the work of other departments.

He still remembered that before, the diplomats had a war of words with people outside because of his affairs, and the quarrel lasted for several months.

It is also difficult for people who work in diplomacy, as they have to face stupid questions with traps every day.

"Well, you just need to know about these things and have an idea of ​​them in your mind.

I will try my best not to trouble you with things that don’t require your attention.

Our attitude towards other strong people is the same.

The stronger you are, the easier it will be for us to do things.

The best situation is when you don’t have to do anything and we can take care of everything.”

The two talked as they walked, and the director personally sent Wen Yan to a gate, then turned and went in another direction.

Wen Yan didn't say anything, but he understood what the director meant.

It’s easier to talk about it internally, as we all have the same cultural heritage. I won’t say all of it, but at least most of it is clear to us.

But to the outside world, spitting at each other for several months is not as effective as Wen Yan's rampage with millions of dead souls.

At the beginning, there were indeed people who wanted to investigate.

There was no sound afterwards.

Later on, when the war of words broke out and the people outside asked stupid questions, they all seemed to have lost their memory. No one asked whether a Shenzhou person was leading the millions of dead souls rushing around.

Including the missile launch, there was no news on social media.

No one mentioned it in the mysterious forum.

On Robin's side, death knights were also a taboo, and the only things that were circulated were some old legends or stories made up on question-and-answer websites. Wen Yan was only responsible for killing and not burying people outside, and he didn't care about the follow-up at all, but the follow-up results were always good.

Wen Yan took out his cell phone, wrote down his schedule, and asked Black Box to remind him.

Later I will go to feed the Dahlia, and take it for beauty treatments and repainting to comfort this hardworking big guy.

Wen Yan put away his phone and placed his hands on the heavy door in front of him.

As soon as I started using it, I realized something was wrong.

The force required to push the door open is not right. Even three or four ordinary people might not be able to push it open.

Wen Yan exerted force with both hands, the muscles on his arms bulged, and he slowly exerted force.

The heavy door slowly opened.

It was bright inside, and the moment the light came out, Wen Yan was the first to feel the rapid disturbance of strong wind.

He moved forward instead of retreating, and the moment he released his hands from the door, he rushed in.

He put his arms in front of him, and there was a muffled bang, and a fierce air wave spread out from his arms.

The two sleeves seemed to be violently torn into pieces, and a man stood in front of him with a fist landing on his arm.

The other party took a step back, rubbing his fists with a grimace.

"It's broken. I feel like my bones might be a little cracked. How come your bones are so hard?"

Wen Yan lowered his arms and grinned.

"Brother Qin, long time no see, why are you here too?"

Qin Kun rubbed his fist and pointed inside.

“I came here to learn and exchange ideas, and to serve as a sparring partner for some seniors.

I accidentally defeated a monster before and was scolded by my great uncle.

I have some questions about the idea that a powerful dragon will regret it.

No matter how strong and powerful I am, I cannot hide the fact that I have problems controlling my body and strength.

So let me come here and practice with some seniors.

This is where I can go all out.”

Wen Yan grinned and laughed out loud.

This was because of the lessons learned from the previous experience. Before anyone else could speak, the Grand Master Uncle quickly found a reason to punish Qin Kun.

It is said that Qin Kun is being used as a punching bag here, but in fact, it is also being given an opportunity.

"Brother Qin, what's the name of that move you just made? I felt the force flowing along the seams between my bones, all the way to my shoulders."

"Oh, that's what I'm learning now, from an old martial arts master who once practiced in Wudang. I can't really explain it clearly, so let me introduce him to you."

Qin Kun brought Wen Yan to a hall on the side, where an old man with black hair was practicing boxing slowly.

But the old man was holding a stick that was probably about two meters long.

The old man held one end of the stick, and a bucket of water was hanging on the other end of the stick.

The old man punched with the stick, and not a drop of water in the bucket spilled out.

Wen Yan took a look and was shocked. He immediately calculated in his mind how much force was needed to achieve this with this lever.

"This is the legendary Tai Chi without training, right?"

"It really doesn't count as training..."

After the two came in, they waited there.

The old man was practicing boxing. When he saw Wen Yan, he raised the tip of his stick and the bucket full of water turned and flew towards him.

Wen Yan knew that this was a test for him, so he took a step forward and caught the spinning bucket.

The moment he picked up the bucket, his expression changed slightly. The bucket was actually soft. Why didn't the water spill in the old man's hand?

He held his breath, concentrated, and used all his strength to stabilize the bucket by rotating it, and finally placed it gently on the ground. However, some of the water in the bucket still spilled out.

The old man walked over, took a look at the water in the bucket, laughed and nodded.

"Yes, there are still three quarters left. When your senior brother received it for the first time, he directly crushed the bucket. Your great-grandmaster is right. There are indeed some problems with your senior brother's practice.

Don’t think that three quarters is not good enough. The best one is the one that suits you.

You are not suitable for being perfect, this is just right for you.

Come, fight with my old man first."

The old man spoke in a loud voice, and as he strode forward, he did not look at all as steady and cautious as before, but rather quite heroic.

He threw the stick in his hand casually, letting it fall on the weapon rack. After three or two steps, he appeared in front of Wen Yan.

Wen Yan's eyes lit up, and he attacked without hesitation.

After two exchanges of blows, Wen Yan felt his palms go numb.

This old man's muscles and fascia are incredibly strong. I guess his qi and blood are not as good as Qin Kun's, but his fascia is stronger than Qin Kun's.

In addition, every time he fought with his opponent, the opponent seemed to have a very special skill to unload the force, which could unload part of it and bounce back part of it at the same time.

He didn't feel anything in his bones, but his skin was a little numb from the shock.

The two men fought faster and faster, and the sound of explosions continued to be heard here.

Wen Yan's eyes were shining, and his every move seemed to be easily seen through by the opponent. He could resist and relieve the force in the most energy-saving way, and then wait for an opportunity to counterattack.

He is not as strong as him, not as energetic as him, not as powerful as him, but in other aspects, he is the opposite and can completely take Wen Yan away.

Three minutes later, Wen Yan had forgotten everything else and was almost not thinking anymore. He just acted based on instinct.

In his mind, behind the gray stone gate, above the mountains, the sun was shining and the water was gurgling.

On the rocks and under the stream, under the illumination of the halo, some natural-looking patterns slowly appeared.

The reflected light shines onto the stone gate, blooming with colorful brilliance.

Outside, Wen Yan's attacks were getting faster and faster, and the fierce aura on his body was getting stronger and stronger.

After they collided again, the old man's eyes changed slightly, and he changed his tactics temporarily. He pressed down Wen Yan's arm with one hand, and changed his tactics with the other hand, changing the original attack into a lift. He grabbed Wen Yan's armpit, and suddenly guided him, throwing Wen Yan out.

Wen Yan's figure turned into a residual shadow, and with a bang, he punched the steel wall on the side.

His fist was covered with a faint halo, and on the steel wall, there was a fist mark that was almost an inch deep, and the edge looked a bit like the marks left by a lathe tool.

Wen Yan retracted his fist, and his state was interrupted.

The old man looked at Wen Yan speechlessly.

"When did you learn the Lightning Thunder Fist?

Young and strong people are better at fighting. I'm so old, and you still use your lightning and thunder fist to hit me.

Plus, your bones are incredibly hard. If I were hit by this punch, I'd probably have to save the country some money on my pension."

"Please forgive me, Senior. I just watched the first stage of Lightning Thunder Fist yesterday. I don't know if I have learned it."

“……” The old man was speechless.

"..." Qin Kun smacked his lips and wanted to say something, but didn't say it.

The old man walked forward, pinched Wen Yan's arm, looked at Wen Yan's fist, and sighed.

"Such a talent in martial arts was actually harmed by those weirdos. Damn it, the more I think about it, the angrier I get."

(End of this chapter)