Spirit world.

Lao Zhu walked out of the Knights Temple with a space ring filled with divine crystals and breathed a sigh of relief.

Although his deception ability is extremely strong, the psychological burden is actually quite heavy. After all, deceiving a temple is not a trivial matter. Every main god is a hero among gods.

The pressure is quite high.

In the end, I didn't expect to meet someone of my own.

And he is actually the second young master of the Knight Temple?

This made Lao Zhu feel ridiculous and at the same time very happy.

But then, Lao Zhu's expression became serious again.

"You can't be careless just because you met an acquaintance once. It was just an accident. The next temple may not be so easy."

"Meeting an acquaintance once is extremely lucky, how can you expect to rely on it?"

Lao Zhu cheered up again, thought through his thoughts, and went outside the Temple of Power through the teleportation array of the Star Chamber of Commerce.

Of course, as a divine slave without identity, it is theoretically impossible for him to use the teleportation array.

Lao Zhu was indeed questioned by the guarding gods.

"The teleportation array collects three divine crystals at a time... Stop, you god slave has no identity, and you still dare to use the teleportation array? Let me take you down!" The guarding gods were filled with killing intent.

Lao Zhu took his time, smiled, showed a copy of the contract between himself, the Star Chamber of Commerce, and the Thunder Temple, and whispered a few words.

After a while, the guarding gods who offered all their wealth waved to Lao Zhu who was standing in the teleportation array: "Sir, walk slowly! You must take care of yourself! Happy cooperation! Thank you!"

"Walk slowly!"

Their eyes were full of anticipation, joy, and deep gratitude.

It seems that Lao Zhu is their benefactor. Now who dares to disrespect Lao Zhu, these guarding gods are the first to refuse.

Lao Zhu was quite impressed that the gods in this world were so enthusiastic... and their awareness of preventing fraud was too low.

To be honest, Lao Zhu did similar things in Daxia, but he found that it was really hard to get hold of.

He carefully composed the text and sent out "I am Qin Shihuang, and I have returned..."

The other person immediately replied "I am your father."

As a result, when I arrived in the God Realm, I felt like a fish in water.

In Lao Zhu's eyes, these innocent and simple gods are like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

They are obviously powerful, but in Lao Zhu's opinion, these gods all have clear stupidity in their eyes.

In terms of strength, humans are inherently inferior to gods.

But the dangers of human beings are far beyond what those superior gods could predict.

Lao Zhu is not as powerful as those most powerful gods, but in terms of deception, these gods are tied together and they are no match for the Ming Taizu!

This is the rank suppression from Taizu of the Ming Dynasty.

Da Xia's deceitful emperor came to this God Realm, which has never been said to be a scam, and it was completely a dimensionality reduction attack.

Lao Zhu stopped in front of the Temple of Strength. He exhaled and became tense again.

"Who is it?" The guarding god snorted coldly. He was worthy of being the Temple of Power. He stepped forward and was about to take action: "A god slave without identity? Kill him on the spot!"

The god of strength, the most irritable brother.

The brain is blocked by muscles.

He didn’t give Lao Zhu a chance to speak at all!

Lao Zhu's face changed. It was hard to explain the saying that a scholar meets a soldier.

A man like him, who plays with his IQ, is afraid of meeting someone and going straight to the fight. Although he has more than 70 ways to cheat in his mind, the other person doesn't give him a chance to speak!

This is not a disagreement at all, but rather a lack of opportunity to speak!

To be honest, if the Ming Dynasty Emperor Taizu was holding a bowl and met a military commander who would cut with his sword... Ming Dynasty, died.

"boom!"

A huge fist fell from the sky and headed straight for Lao Zhu, his terrifying muscles flashing with divine light!

But the next moment.

"Wait a minute!" The bald god of strength on the side actually grabbed him and said in a deep voice: "Have you forgotten? Master said, a friend comes from afar, don't you think so?"

Lao Zhu nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, yes, friends are coming from far away, isn't it true? Wait..."

Lao Zhu: “???”

Is this what the hell you should say?

The God of Strength who made the move suddenly stopped his fist, with a guilty look on his face, and clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, God has a compassionate heart, I am in trouble again."

There seemed to be a Buddha light curling behind him!

Lao Zhu: “???”

Is this what the hell you should say?

Lao Zhu raised his head and looked at the plaque on the door, confirming that he was looking for the Temple of Power.

That's right.

What the hell is going on?

Lao Zhu was surprised, but since the other party gave him a chance to speak, it was easy.

Lao Zhu immediately took out two copies of the contract and deceived them one by one.

Just a moment.

“Such an excellent project!”

"Come in quickly, I'll inform the Lord God!"

The attitudes of the two gods of strength changed instantly, and they respectfully asked Lao Zhu to wait here. One of the gods of strength immediately turned back.

Not long!

The God of Strength ran back quickly and said in a deep voice: "The Lord God invites you!"

Lao Zhu took a deep breath and slowly walked into the palace, still nervous in his heart: "Although the God of Strength seems to have a hard time with his brain."

"But it is still a temple after all, and defrauding the temple is extremely dangerous."

"Meeting one of your own like last time is just a coincidence and cannot be counted on. After all, it is impossible for every temple to have its own people, and they are all deeply trusted and have high authority..."

Lao Zhu thought so and entered the temple.

The muscular Heracles is like a lion, sitting on the hall, with strong muscles.

The gods of power in the hall also have terrifying muscles. Although they do not exert their divine power, they exude unrivaled power just by standing there.

Everywhere you look, everyone is bald.

It was actually the God of Strength who polished the divine body. The strength of the body was so great that it cracked mountains and rocks like steel, and at the same time, hair could not grow.

Lao Zhu: “…”

Why the hell is it like a temple?

In a daze, Lao Zhu seemed to have returned to the days when he was a monk. This scene looked so familiar...

In particular, these gods of power all wore Confucian shirts and monk robes that were absolutely inconsistent with their temperament, which made Lao Zhu even more confused.

He even wanted to go back to the gate to confirm whether he had arrived at the Temple of Power.

Suppressing the doubts in his heart, Lao Zhu looked around and confirmed that there was no one he knew.

really.

Meeting an acquaintance is just by chance. How can you meet an acquaintance casually?

Then he clasped his fists respectfully: "The great Lord God of Power, I have a project..."

"You don't need to tell me." Hercules waved his hand.

Lao Zhu was shocked, are you going to fuck me directly again?

Then why did you let me in? Couldn't you just kill me outside? Why did you let me come in specifically to kill you?

But I heard Hercules laugh and say: "The Master said, to know is to know, and to not know is to know. This is knowledge."

"I'm not very smart and I'm not good at investing. I'd better let the teacher talk to you."

Lao Zhu: “???”

"The teacher is giving lessons to the young master and other gods of strength. Well, I called... no, I'm asking two teachers to come over." The last half of the sentence was addressed to a god of strength.

Not long after.

teacher?
To be continued...