Especially since he had seen Meng Yi stand up for Cen Qiyun in the tavern.

Zhang Yao gestured with his hand, "Room 118, no one is allowed to disturb this exclusive training room."

"Let's start with the basics, combat training!"

Meng Yi cheered up.

First up was hand-to-hand combat, which consisted of basic power techniques and the like. From his own perspective, these trainings were very easy.

Zhang Yao was quite surprised and asked him whether he had received relevant training before. After receiving a negative answer, he could only attribute it to the special nature of his divine favor.

Cen Qiyun really didn't have any basic knowledge, but Shen En's physical fitness improvement was all-round, so for her, these things were learned very quickly.

It was just that Meng Yi quickly advanced from hand-to-hand combat to the basic mastery of swords and other cold weapons in just one afternoon, while her progress was much slower.

At 8 o'clock in the afternoon, Zhang Yao clapped his hands to indicate that this was enough for today.

"At this rate, Mr. Meng can complete all training in three days at most... As for Ms. Cen...it will probably take about a week."

Zhang Yao grinned and said, "Of course, this speed is not slow."

Cen Qiyun nodded silently. She had seen Meng Yi's "combat ability" and had no doubts about it.

Now she just wanted to go back and continue studying those religious books so that she could finalize the details of the church more quickly.

Shen'en and his team have really strong physical fitness. After an afternoon of high-intensity training, neither of them was sweating much.

There was no need to rush on the way back, as the two of them walked all the way.

As night fell, people on the street hurried back home, and the streets gradually became deserted. Meng Yi thought of the group of weavers under the command of Xueyeji again.

The weaving clerk last night must have come under the instruction of the gods, but I don't understand why there were three eighth and ninth level gods.

His mother Cen Qiyun asked, "Tell me, why was Zhifa so weak last night?"

Of course, if Li Hao and the others hadn't helped him, he might not have gotten away with it last night, but since Xue Shiji was a dignified god, the magic weapons under his command wouldn't be so mediocre.

Apart from anything else, if we send a high-level divine agent, we can easily deal with them.

Cen Qiyun said as a matter of course: "Because of the blood sacrifice, I like blood and violence and despise bullying the weak!"

Unexpectedly reasonable!

Even if the Blood Sacrifice suspects that his power has been stolen by the evil god, his followers will maintain their usual style of behavior and will never bully the weak.

But Cen Qiyun was a little puzzled at this time:

"Why would Zhifazhen slander me as an evil god?"

Meng Yi didn't find it strange at all when he saw her belated reaction.

Then Cen Qiyun displayed the attitude of a fanatic. She gritted her teeth and said, "These blasphemous people and false believers deserve to die!"

Meng Yi blinked and remained silent.

But there's no need to worry recently. The three weavers died cleanly last night, and he has "moved" again. The other weavers shouldn't be able to find him for a while.

If they hadn't gathered in the park yesterday, I believe those weavers wouldn't have found any targets.

I was careless...

“Ouch—”

An inhuman howl came from the front. When this sound reached Meng Yi's ears, he could "intuitively" feel the pain, hatred, sadness, anger and other negative emotions gathered in it. There was an indescribable twisted and evil feeling.

This made him a little restless and unable to control himself.

Cen Qiyun's face changed drastically: "Someone has become obsessed with eroticism!"