Chapter 1681 You don't accept it?

I saw that the conference room was already full of people. Sitting at the top was Mr. Huang. Sitting on Mr. Huang's left hand were representatives of various sects, and sitting on Mr. Huang's right hand were the overseas monks. The

leader was a middle-aged man with blond hair and blue eyes. He had a pair of deep blue eyes, a hooked nose, and long curly hair draped over his shoulders. He exuded the charm of a mature man. When you get close to him, you can also feel the faint energy of light emanating from him.

I looked down slightly, and then I saw Kuang Jian standing next to his chair, and thought to myself: "This should be the monk who believes in the God of Light!"

I looked down one by one, and when I saw an old man wearing a loose black robe and a hood, my eyelids could not help but jump. This old man gave people a very dangerous feeling, like a poisonous snake lurking in the dark, as long as there is a chance, he will suddenly bite you.

Next to him, there was a middle-aged man wearing a tight suit, a vest, and cloth belts on his hands. This man had sharp eyes, like a sword out of its sheath, and the aura he exuded was extremely fierce.

"Muay Thai masters? These two are quite skilled!" I nodded secretly, and then looked at a woman in a kimono.

"Female Onmyoji? This seems to be rare in the island country, but the aura of this goddess is indeed very strong. I just don't know which shikigami is worshipped?"

I don't know much about the shikigami of the island country, but I also know that the most powerful shikigami in the island country seems to be called Shuten Douji. In the island country, Shuten Douji has reached the level of a god, but in my opinion, it's just a powerful old ghost. I guess it's a ten-thousand-year-old ghost king!

"General Zhang!" At this time, the overseas monk with golden curly hair stood up and said with a smile: "I have always heard that General Zhang is a young and promising young hero. Seeing him today, I find that his reputation is indeed worthy of his reputation!"

"Heh!" Someone sneered: "Mr. Huang, the Wu Shushan Reserve is a heavy weapon of your China, and you actually handed it over to such a young boy? Isn't this a bit too much of a joke!"

These overseas monks actually spoke fluent Chinese. The blond foreigner was okay, but the sorcerer in the loose black robe had a tone full of contempt.

Hearing this, the expressions of all the Chinese monks sank. Before Mr. Huang could say anything, the representative of the Zoroastrianism slammed the table, stood up, pointed at the sorcerer and cursed: "Who do you think you are? How dare you meddle in my Chinese family affairs? General Zhang was appointed to the position by the current emperor. What? Do you mean that the current emperor treats the affairs of the world as a joke? Are you insulting the emperor?"

The representative of the Zoroastrianism became more and more excited. Almost the moment he finished speaking, there was a whoosh, and a violent flame suddenly burst out of his body, enveloping him completely, and he instantly turned into a man of fire.

As for the sorcerer, he was stunned. He obviously didn't expect to meet such a fool. He shuddered and stood there, not knowing what to do.

"I dare not, but we are about to cooperate. I represent the monks in Southeast Asia. Don't I have the qualifications to make suggestions?" Although he was shocked, the sorcerer still said it.

If it was an ordinary person, since the other party said so, he would just give the stage, but unfortunately, he met a Zoroastrian, who was brainless.

As soon as he finished speaking, the representative of the Zoroastrianism sect pointed at the sorcerer and said, "Qualifications? Do you have any fucking qualifications? If it weren't for the fact that spiritual energy is about to revive and the world is about to change, our human race must unite, don't even think about sitting here and talking nonsense. I'll kill you if I see you. You Southeast Asian monks, a bunch of rats who are not presentable. In the past, you dogs were all cults, and I'll kill them if I see them."

"Puff..."

These words made Hu Zi and Mao Buhui behind me laugh. Hu Zi even whispered, "Where did this idiot come from? You know what, it's quite interesting!"

"You still call others idiots? You were about to draw your sword just now, and you're not much better!" Mao Buhui said in a low voice.

This time, the sorcerer was completely at a loss. He stood there for several seconds before slamming the table and standing up. He said angrily, "Excuse me, Mr. Huang, what do you mean by China? I am here to cooperate with you to fight against all races, not to be humiliated!"

"Master Azan, please be patient. Haha, it's true that we are cooperating, and it's true that you can raise your opinions. But since you are qualified to raise your opinions, we naturally have the qualifications to reject you. Although the words of our Chinese representative were a bit aggressive, the logic is there. If your country is willing to cooperate with us, then stay and we can talk about it together. If you feel humiliated in the conversation just now, then you can just leave, please!" He

thought that President Huang would smooth things over, but he didn't expect that President Huang didn't give him any face at all. This was something the sorcerer never expected.

Moreover, Mr. Huang's words also revealed a message, that is, you overseas monks should stop whining. If we get impatient and kill you directly, you will have no place to complain. After all, you are the ones who are begging us to cooperate with you. If that's the case, you should have this awareness instead of coming here to make comments. For

a moment, the overseas monks looked at each other, and then their eyes flashed, and they secretly chewed on the meaning of Mr. Huang's words in their hearts.

"Hey, everyone, harmony brings wealth, harmony brings wealth!" An old man over 70 suddenly spoke up and said with a smile: "Ganghuo, don't be so excited, I didn't say anything!"

"Humph!" The representative of the Fire Worship Sect named Ganghuo snorted coldly and then sat down again.

"Master Azan, don't be angry. You may not know that this Ganghuo is from the Fire Worship Sect. People from the Fire Worship Sect have bad tempers. They not only talk to you like this, but also to us. You...maybe you just need to get used to it!"

"Humph!" Master Azan snorted coldly, and seemed to want to say a few words to save face, but the representative of the Fire Worship Sect named Ganghuo looked at him and said, "You don't accept it?"

Master Azan was stunned immediately, and then he didn't even fart, and could only sit down in dissatisfaction.

It was not until then that President Huang smiled and stood up and said, "Qianyu, these few are the monks from overseas, and this one is the current head of my Wushushan reserve, the young hero, Zhang Qianyu!" This