Dad asked me to choose one of ten goddesses to marry

Feng Lin thinks this is the most likely, because it is similar to the rush on their side.

There are many people whose realm is less than the seventh level. If they are blocked by the enemy, they should all choose to try their luck.

Even Feng Lin would have this idea.

If caught by the enemy, he will definitely die, and even before he dies, he will be insulted.

It's better to find a torrent and jump in to try your luck, maybe you can survive.

"So what?"

The middle-aged man snorted coldly.

Feng Lin showed a faint smile, the world on their side has evolved crookedly over the years.

Regarding energy, it is hidden.

But other areas, such as psychology, have advanced by leaps and bounds.

According to Feng Lin's understanding, if the alien beast over there originally had a low IQ, after these years of evolution, it might be much stronger.

But it is definitely not as good as Feng Lin's IQ, after all, the conspiracy and tricks have been involved for thousands of years.

"You should still have family members, or clansmen, right? You died like this, are you worthy of them?"

Feng Lin asked with a smile, "Besides, we just want to know the situation over there, and we didn't let you betray us. If they call in the future, we won't know the same?"

"You think I'm stupid?"

The middle-aged man lay on the ground, clenched a fist with one hand, leaving a few scratches on the ground, "Tell you, I still have a way out?"

"We keep our word."

Feng Lin turned his head and pointed at Yin Lan who was on the verge of falling asleep, "Look at him, do you think he is a murderer without blinking an eye?"

"how about you!"

The middle-aged man looked at Feng Lin.

"I'm not a member of the Yin-Yang Crusaders. I just came here this time to see the excitement."

Feng Lin spread his hands and said with a smile, "I am a descendant of Yanhuang."

"Descendants of Yanhuang? You scum, are like the Yin-Yang Crusaders! You should all be damned!"

The middle-aged man roared angrily.

"Fuck? Did we provoke you?" Feng Lin asked.

"According to the rumors from our ancestors, you in your early years ate strange beasts as food!"

The middle-aged man said coldly.

"When did this happen? Do you still remember? Then we can also say that you were the first to wreak havoc on our side."

Feng Lin said this on his lips, but he thought of one thing in his heart. According to what he read, the strange beasts in Shan Hai Jing seemed to be really a recipe.

For example, what kind of strange beast, eating it can cure diseases, what kind of strange beast, eating it can prevent nightmares.

However, this was all many years ago.

The middle-aged man did not speak, closed his eyes and waited for death.

"Forget it, let's not talk about pulling it down, brother Yin, you should kill him. It's not about letting him betray the tribe, and don't even mention the information about betraying the enemy. He is completely a traitor of the tribe."

Feng Lin turned around and turned back to Yin Lan's side.

"Who says I'm a traitor!"

The middle-aged man raised his head suddenly with wide eyes.

"I said it! I don't understand. If you tell me some information about your enemy, you don't even want to say it."

Feng Lin shrugged with a smile, "You want the enemy to live longer and kill a few more members of your clan."

"You fart!"

The middle-aged man spat out the blood in his mouth like spitting, and he looked at Feng Lin coldly, "If I tell you, will you really let me go?"

"Anyway, I won't kill you. It's too troublesome. Do you think I have killed anyone so far?"

Yin Lan supported her chin and yawned.

"Okay! What do you want to ask? Our family was originally a small race that was active on the fringes, and we knew very little."

The middle-aged man said, "My name is Ma Jian. We were ambushed by the enemy when we went out. Only three of us escaped."

"But the other party obviously didn't intend to let us go, so they surrounded us towards the destruction storm. Later, I thought there was a gap there, so I ran in with them."

Ma Jian sighed, "I watched my two brothers get swept away by the storm, and I just happened to come here."

Yin Lan found that the other party was willing to answer, so she asked a few questions that the Yin-Yang Crusaders wanted to know.

"What has changed in the situation over there now? Is energy still the most important thing?"

Yin Lan asked flatly.

"Of course energy is paramount, what else can strength be paramount? Your question is really strange!"

Ma Jian couldn't help but said.

Both Feng Lin and Ye Yourong here knew about it, so this question was not surprising.

Because the purpose of the Yin-Yang Crusade is to determine whether the world over there has changed.

For example, the world where Feng Lin lives has changed.

"Is there a lack of spiritual energy there, and it is impossible to enter the sublimation state naturally?"

Yin Lan continued to ask.

"That's right, you must rely on spirit stones to enter the realm of sublimation, just like here."

Ma Jian replied.

"What is the realm of the strongest master? In other words, has anyone entered the realm of breaking the wall?"

Yin Lan asked, these questions were asked by his superiors.

If you want to use countermeasures to fight these alien beasts, you must first inquire about their overall strength.

"I don't know about this. We are just a small race living near the destruction storm. Those powerful races living in the center must be very strong. I think there should be."

Ma Jian continued.

"Brother Feng Lin, you ask a few questions."

Yin Lan took out his mobile phone from the space ring. He still has a few questions, but he can't remember them.

"Okay! I want to ask, what has developed into your world? Is it a conflict between races?"

Feng Lin explained, "I mean, is there a big fusion? Like all kinds of mixed blood?"

"Of course there are. Some low-level minor races have almost no concept of race, but those powerful races have high requirements for bloodlines."

Ma Jian shook his head lightly, "For example, if our race does not intermarry with other races, we may not have any descendants."

"Well, what about the overall pattern? Is it the same as ours?"

Feng Lin said with a smile, "For example, in our place, there are many powerful forces. The Yin-Yang Crusaders are at the top. Standing at the pinnacle, there are many powerful forces under the Yin-Yang Crusaders."

"This is different. Our side is polarized, which are hallucinations and entities."

Ma Jian explained, "This is the difference between practice. I have been fighting for many years, and I belong to illusion."

"Oh? What do you mean?"

Feng Lin asked strangely.

Yin Lan, who was flipping through her mobile phone, also looked at it curiously.

"A simple explanation. There are two kinds of alien beast battles. One is the traditional alien beast, which can be transformed into a physical alien beast form. It is considered an old school."

Ma Jian continued, "There is another type of illusion. For example, I have abandoned the entity. Even if I transform into a beast state, it is also transformed from energy. We belong to the new school."

"So that's how it is. If it's the old school, and it becomes an entity, wouldn't you be dead with my slash just now?"

Yin Lan asked lightly.

"Yes, since it is an entity, it is naturally dead."

Ma Jian nodded, "But our new school belongs to illusion, even if it is split, as long as there is energy, it can be reunited."