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at the same time.

Entering from the main entrance of the conference main venue, there is a white passage surrounding the connected one inside.

Walk to the left for two minutes and you will see the lounge gate with the national flag and the National Bureau of Non-country logo.

The room entering the door is divided into two, with the left and right sides being the male and female locker rooms.

After walking through the locker room, there was a step that extended downward. After walking about twenty steps down, the light was bright and it suddenly became clear.

The lounge where the State-owned African Bureau is located is located underground in the venue and covers an area of ​​nearly 10,000 square meters, which is half larger than a standard football field.

The interior is as high as 4 meters, and the walls and floors are simple and elegant in white, making them spacious and bright.

Standing at the entrance and looking inside, there are rows of tables and chairs matching the dining table in the middle of the lounge, enough to accommodate two or three hundred people.

On the left side of the lounge area is a self-service bar, with drinks, food, sofas, and cooking stations all available. Below the bar, there is also a set of emergency medical facilities, which shows that the designer of this lounge is very attentive.

On the right side of the rest area, large LCD screens of nearly 5 square meters on all sides are arranged at equal distances on the wall. At this time, the venue is being broadcast live in real time.

"Bang!"

A heavy sound of objects falling to the ground came from the edge of the entrance of the lounge.

The entrance to the lounge is a large fitness area for players to prepare before the competition. Various exercise equipment are placed on both sides of the entrance.

At this time, a bald man with a sharp muscle edge was putting a barbell weighing half a ton on the ground after being specially made. The dust on the ground shook a few times.

He seemed to feel that the weight was not enough, so he added a piece of bell to both sides of the barbell.

The already huge barbell reached a scary point.

The size of this barbell is actually twice as large as that of an ordinary person!

I saw the bald man with his upper body walking over, putting one hand on the barbell, and with a deep shout, his muscles quickly expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and became as dark as iron.

With a vibrating sound of metal friction, the bald man exerted force. The barbell, which was so exaggerated that he was holding the barbell in front of his chest with one hand!

"Bang!"

When it landed again, the huge force shook the ground slightly.

"Awesome, awesome." A middle-aged young man with wheat-colored skin clapped his hands, Chen Zan said, "The power-based awakening of C+ is indeed powerful. If you attack with all your strength, the tanks may not be able to stop it."

The power of a C-level psychic genius is far beyond the physical body and cannot be judged by the naked eye alone.

The bald man smiled honestly, walked out from behind the barbell, took a towel to wipe his sweat, and a sense of pride arose.

"I heard a bang sound from afar, it was so quiet."

A slightly unhappy voice came from the door, followed by a "huh" sound.

The heavy barbell was actually rolled back by the strong wind for more than ten meters, and then stopped after hitting the wall.

The bald man was just on the edge and was slightly swept by the strong wind, but he staggered and fell to the ground.

The bald man was angry, but when he felt the breath that was like substance spreading around him, he not only became nervous.

"Domain! This is the power of the domain, and the person who comes is a B-level domain powerhouse!"

He didn't dare to make too many moves, so he looked forward and looked forward, "Level B-level strong men! Still two!"

The bald man felt nervous and quickly stood up and apologized to the other party, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I've disturbed you."

Just kidding, I still refuse to admit defeat at this time, do you want to be beaten?

The opponent has a B-level strength and has activated the domain-level strongman. No matter how powerful the C-level power is, it is just like a group of children who have not grown up in front of them.

If you want to cross from level C to level B, you have to open your own power field. This is a transformation from simple power to achieve solidity and calmness. How difficult is it, the bald man knows very well.

"Hmph." The B-level psychic man glanced at the other party without any intention of paying attention to him. In his eyes, it seemed that the other party was like air and was not worth mentioning.

He and another B-level supernaturalist walked into the lounge, raised his eyes and looked around.

However, most of the people who are here are C-level superpowers, and the huge lounge looks a bit too spacious.

"Brother Xiang Di, the environment here is good." The B-level supernatural being followed behind him also glanced around and made some comments.

He looks a little thinner, his hair is thin and upright, giving people a cool feeling.

"Brother Tang Wei, how about it? When we can get the ranking, I will invite you to the health care foot bath shop of the Women's Group. How about spending it once?"

The young man known as Xiang Di is stronger than Tang Wei, and his eyebrows are full of unrestrained heroic spirit.

At this moment, he raised his mouth and pointed his eyes at the direction.

Tang Wei followed his gaze and the drone flying in the venue on the live broadcast screen on the right was aimed at a banshee selling snacks. Her tight bikini trunks, the advertising slogans marked in Chinese and English almost attracted the attention of all the men around her.

"We have to go if we can't get the ranking." Tang Wei's mouth also raised, and he looked at the dedication to Di in a blink of an eye.

The two looked at each other, and at the same time they smiled with their eyes lit up.

Suddenly, the two of them found that the entire lounge suddenly became quiet.

This strange silence makes people murmur in their hearts.

"Those C-level boys just now were still very annoying. What's going on now?"

Xiang Di couldn't help but look back, and suddenly he breathed a breath in his throat. He wanted to speak, but his tongue was tied.

"What's wrong, brother?" Tang Wei turned around and headed towards the door, his pupils couldn't help but expand rapidly.

"It's him!"

At the entrance of the lounge, there was a slender man with two red earrings on his ears, his eyes full of terrible violence, his hair bloomed like red flames, and his wildfire on his head.

The powerful aura around her caused the originally empty air around her to emit sparks of Mars. The extremely high temperature caused the space to shake slightly.

Several C-level psychics who had been training near the door before, after feeling the terrifying aura of the A-level strongman, their hearts were beating like drums, and they retreated to the corner one after another, silent as if they were chilling.

A few of them were a little braver and muttered a few words in a low voice.

"Xiao, Xiao Yanzun, Zhang Huang!"

"It's really him! He, haven't he been locked in the demon prison?"

"Why did he come out of the demon prison?"

Xiang Di swallowed, stood there with his friend, not daring to move.

In the lounge, it began to become silent.

This strange silence made him very nervous. Before he knew it, sweat began to overflow from his forehead.

Xiao Yan Zun Zhang Huang was once a well-known ruthless character. His temper was as hot as his supernatural attributes. Moreover, he dared to hurt people at the dinner party of the National Bureau of Fiatum. What else did he dare not do?

In addition, more than a year ago, he was imprisoned in the ninth floor of the terrible demon prison for hurting people arbitrarily, and he honed his mind.

But how did he come out now? Could it be that he has...

Xiang Di looked at the other party carefully.

He remembered that Zhang Huang's condition for coming out of the Demon Prison was to master the rules and reach level A. At that time, several branch directors believed that he had good talent and would take as long as five to seven years to come out.

But so far, it hasn't arrived for two years, how could he have completed the breakthrough so quickly?

Moreover, the oppressive feeling emitted by his whole body was full of aggressiveness, and ordinary A-levels were not as domineering and strong as him. As for honing his mind, Xiang Di felt that his current feeling was much more terrifying than before.

It used to be just popular, but now it gives people the feeling that it is like an active volcano in depression, which will erupt violently at any time.

"I'm back, I'm back from the demon prison." Zhang Huang's voice was extremely depressed, "Wang Yan, where is Wang Yan!"

He stood at the entrance, his eyes as if he was like a fire, swept across the entire lounge. The people who were swept by his eyes were as if they were flirting with fire tongues, and they were all trembling and afraid to speak.

Seeing that he had not found the result he wanted, Zhang Huang fixed his eyes on Xiang Di in front of him.

Then he took a step forward and walked towards him.

"Huang, Brother Huang, are you doing something?" Xiang Di trembled all over. Facing Zhang Huang who was walking step by step, his heart pounded wildly, "I have nothing to do with the Son of Flame."

I thought to myself that Zhang Huang had celebrated holidays with many members of the National Bureau of Non-Country, and he hated Wang Yan, the son of Fire, to the core. This time he must have come to find revenge on Wang Yan.

If he is unhappy at this time, he will not know how he dies.

"Ha, Son of Fire? His reputation is so good now." Zhang Huang sneered, stopped only one meter away from Xiang Di, and looked up and down with evil eyes.

"Tell me where is he?"

"Brother Huang, I, I don't know." Xiang Di said a trembling sentence.

"What did you say?" Zhang Huang's eyes turned cold, and a ball of flame instantly bloomed in his hands.

"I, I really don't know." Xiang Di closed his eyes, and he wanted to die at this time. He quickly spoke, "Wang Yan, the son of flame, how could his behavior be something that a small character like us can guess."

"What do you mean is that I am also a small character?" Zhang Huang was angry, and the number of Mars around him was floating more and more.

This damn Wang Yan is too bullying. He can't let out this anger. What kind of face does he have in the future to be in the National Bureau of Fiatism?

Tang Wei stood up all over his hair. He felt that the temperature was high around him, and he was almost roasting him.

He wanted to escape, but was afraid that his friend would suffer a loss, so he waved his hand and helped persuade him, "No, no, Brother Huang, this is not what he meant..."

How could Zhang Huang listen to him? He stretched out his hand that was igniting flames and pulled Di towards his collar.

"It's so hot here, aren't the air conditioner turned on?"

A cheerful voice came from outside the entrance, instantly transforming the serious atmosphere in the lounge.

People looked at the entrance and saw a young man with a smile on his lips walking in from outside the door.

He has a handsome face, a sharp edge and a very well-proportioned figure. Although he is just wearing a simple T-shirt, he has a clear sunshine smell all over his body, which makes people feel very comfortable.

The people in the lounge almost blurted out, "Son of Flame, Wang Yan!"

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Chapter completed!