Dad asked me to choose one of ten goddesses to marry

Feng Lin's expression was a little surprised, and asked Ji Guangling to stand aside?

The person who can pass through the torrent can only be at the ninth level. He really can't think of anyone who can let Ji Guangling aside.

You can guess without thinking, this woman has never seen the world.

Feng Lin realized that she hadn't left yet, and was still standing here, as if waiting for his answer.

"Judging from your English accent just now, you should be from the northern part of the United States, right?"

Feng Lin put it in his trouser pocket and asked lightly.

"That's right, what's wrong?"

Angela said lightly, "So you can understand English, even the accent."

"I've watched a few American blockbusters, and I can say a few words."

Feng Lin's status is different now, there is no need to have the same knowledge as this kind of person.

The woman in front of her is at the pinnacle of tempering realm.

On their side, they are really strong, at this age, at this level.

But in front of Feng Lin, it was still not enough.

"Everyone, welcome to our Singapore as a guest. The recent situation is quite serious, and we don't need to waste time. Now we have prepared a special car and will take you to the venue immediately."

At this time, an old man of mixed race stood in the distance and said.

Judging by the little national flag on his shirt, he was the host.

The realm is the fifth level of Dacheng. In such a small country, it is already very good to have such a master.

Calculated according to the terrain area, this country is equivalent to a medium-sized ruins.

Afterwards, nearly two to three hundred troops left the airport in an orderly manner.

Ji Guangling waved to everyone around him, then took Feng Lin and Ye Yourong and left together.

This time, the black special cars lined up outside the airport like a long queue.

There is no national flag logo on the car. Obviously, this meeting is not going to be a big fanfare.

Led by Ji Guangling, Feng Lin got into a black extended Mercedes.

Feng Lin looked out the window, and the local police officers had already cleared the road by motorcycles.

There was no traffic jam in these vehicles, and they arrived at a venue very easily.

The receptionist here led Feng Lin and the others to the interior of the venue.

Everyone who enters the venue is equipped with simultaneous translation earphones.

Feng Lin roughly glanced at the seats here, which were very similar to those of the United Nations.

On the round table in the middle, there are a total of seven national forces, and the flags of the corresponding countries are on the corners of the table.

The one in the middle is exactly the host this time, Singapore.

The remaining six are China, the United States, Ross, England, and France.

In addition to these countries, there is also a flag of the cross, sitting on the staff of the Holy See.

The head is not the pope, nor the high priest.

Judging from the cross in his eyes, it should be the Bright Clan from another land.

There are nearly ten seats in these countries. After them, there are other countries with more powerful ancient warriors, or powerful forces.

There are also about five seats.

As for countries with few masters, there is only one seat.

Feng Lin glanced around, but did not find the Temple of Apocalypse.

Maybe it's because the Guangming Clan is here, and the Sun Clan doesn't need to send people over.

As everyone was seated, before the round table in the center, there were the most vacancies on Huaxia's side.

There are only three people.

Ji Guangling sat in front, and he was fiddling with the microphone on the table.

As for Feng Lin and Ye Yourong, they were also in the first row, but only Feng Lin had a microphone in front of him.

Obviously, the most central speakers, each country has two.

"Look, Feng Lin, there is an empty seat in the first row on the American side."

Ye Yourong whispered in Feng Lin's ear.

Feng Lin nodded lightly, apparently responding to what the woman said just now, and it should be reserved for her master.

"I remember that this country is a new country with a history of only 200 years."

Ye Yourong asked in a low voice, "Do they have many masters?"

"They are a country of immigrants, and they don't pay attention to blood. As far as I know, many masters choose to settle there."

Feng Lin explained in a low voice, there was one more thing he didn't say.

That is the mysterious Area 51 in the United States. It is rumored that it has something to do with aliens, and no one else is allowed to enter.

As long as there is a plane flying in the sky, it will be shot down immediately.

No one knows what secrets are hidden inside.

According to Feng Lin's guess, it should have something to do with the land of the other side.

At this moment, everyone is already seated.

As the representative of the host, Xinpo, he said first, "Welcome everyone to visit. I am Chen Ren from Xinpo. The fact that this meeting can be reached means that we have a common wish to resist alien beasts."

"I think you all know that alien beasts have appeared all over the world, posing a serious threat to our lives. They must be contained, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous."

When Chen Ren said this, he first looked at the Holy See.

In his cognition, only the Holy See knows the situation on the other side.

Seemingly noticing Chen Ren's gaze, the middle-aged man sitting in the front seat on the Holy See's side first glanced at Ji Guangling.

Afterwards, he said calmly: "People who have been to the other side know what happened, and they also know the reason for our gathering. In one sentence, the strange beast came from the rush, and Huaxia blocked the rush. Methods."

After the man finished speaking, there was an uproar all around.

In fact, there are many masters who have no contact with the torrent at all, let alone know that the strange beast comes out of the torrent.

When they heard the news, they all looked at Ji Guangling.

Ji Guangling showed a faint smile, "The torrent cannot be blocked, it can only be blocked, but we do have the ability to stop the torrent."

"Then ask Huaxia to help and tell us this method."

The female representative of Yinglun looked at Ji Guangling and said.

"No, we won't tell you the method. I think you all know that there are many people present, all from there, and they all know the method, which means that anyone can get rid of it. What's the point?"

Ji Guangling smiled and looked around, "It's like a lock, any key can open it, so it's better not to lock it."

"Then what do you mean?"

The middle-aged man representing the United States looked at Ji Guangling and said.

"We can help you block the torrent, but those who need us, guard there."

Ji Guangling explained, "Prevent lawbreakers and crack the torrent."

"Hehe, I don't think it makes sense. With so many torrents, how many masters can you have?"

The middle-aged man of the Holy See asked with a smile, "Those people really want to destroy, I think they can easily break in?"

"You're right, but this method treats the symptoms rather than the root cause. It's impossible for us to know all the currents. Sooner or later, there will be fish that slip through the net."

Ji Guangling shook his head lightly, "Our purpose is just to reduce the loss and postpone the disaster as much as possible."

"Hahaha! Mr. Ji Guangling is right. Strange beasts are unstoppable."

At this moment, a ball of blue liquid floated in the air, and these drops of water merged with each other, turning into a middle-aged man with a mixed-race face.

Feng Lin's heart sank, Mr. Mei! (end of this chapter)