I Created the World

When Shang Wenxuan was down the stairs, he naturally noticed Han Fei. He smiled, kept walking, and walked up faster.

"Official understanding." When Shang Wenxuan walked to the square, he spoke in Chinese, and extended a hand to Han Fei with a smile, "Shang Wenxuan."

Han Fei laughed, stretched out his hand leisurely and shook Shang Wenxuan gently, "Han Fei."

A founding monarch of the Daxia dynasty and a founding monarch of the great merchant dynasty met in the same era.

It stands to reason that Han Fei should be very dissatisfied with Shang Wenxuan, after all, it was he who overthrew Daxia, which he established with one hand.

But the faces of both of them were light-smooth smiles, and they didn't seem to care about this matter. Looking at each other's eyes was full of appreciation.

The people of the Holy Sword Kingdom and the people of the Chris Empire are all stunned at this time. No one thought that these two people would shake hands like old acquaintances, and they still spoke languages ​​that they could not understand.

Have these two people met before?

Delia frowned, and there was a suspicion in her heart. Han Fei grew up in the imperial capital, and then went to the Transcendental College. She didn't have any intersection with Shang Wenxuan. How did they know each other?

However, Delia was puzzled, and did not doubt that Han Fei was a spy or something like the Holy Sword Kingdom.

Except for the influence of Han Feiren's ancestors, let Delia inexplicably trust him, the most important thing is that if Han Fei really has a problem, there is no need to do this in front of everyone.

"Brother Han, what is the problem?"

What kind of people, Shang Wenxuan, just saw the problem at a glance, otherwise the people of the Chris Empire would have already entered the temple to collect the blood of the gods, and they would never wait until they came.

"Let's use the language of the Western Fantasy World, otherwise I will have a hard time explaining."

Han Fei smiled, and immediately switched to the language of the Western Fantasy World. "We did encounter a problem. This temple can't enter. The method of opening is very difficult. It requires our cooperation."

"Appreciate further details."

Shang Wenxuan had no doubt, but just waited for Han Fei to explain the reason.

Han Fei is also very frank, without any concealment, including the murals and morals above the temple, and the methods of becoming a god.

When Shang Wenxuan listened, his expression was always indifferent, with no change at all.

Those who have made great achievements from ancient times to modern times all have a common feature. They are calm, and their emotions are invisible. It is difficult for others to peep into their hearts from their words and deeds.

Although Shang Wenxuan is very interested in the method of becoming a god, there is no slight fluctuation in his eyes and expression.

"I see, do you mind if I go to see it first?"

"Please, please."

Han Fei made a please gesture.

Although Shang Wenxuan did not doubt what Han Fei said, he always had to try it by himself.

When Shang Wenxuan walked to the door of the temple and raised his foot to get in, he found an invisible energy resisting himself.

He put his hand on the invisible barrier and tried to push it with his hand.

Under this push, Shang Wenxuan felt a great counter-thrust, and he bounced back the whole person.

Shang Wenxuan just tried it out and knew that it was not his power that could be opened, and he could only play according to the rules of the game's official design.

"Brother Han wants to cooperate?"

Shang Wenxuan had no nonsense, he asked directly.

"We open this temple together, no matter how much blood is in it, how is our two divided equally?"

Han Fei calmly suggested.

Shang Wenxuan's mouth showed a smile, "Brother Han is not afraid that I will kill you all after I opened the temple."

When Shang Wenxuan said this, he seemed to be talking about a trivial matter that made the faces of the Chris Empire change in unison.

Delia's look became very ugly at this time, which is what she worried about.

And Shang Wenxuan directly said this sentence, but did not take them all in the eyes.

Han Fei also laughed, "I have this confidence, you can never kill us."

Shang Wenxuan gave Han Fei a surprised look. He could see that Han Fei had a very strong spirit.

He also knew that Han Fei had just graduated from the Transcendental Academy, which was the source of the extraordinary power of the Western Fantasy World. If Han Fei had some extraordinary means, it wouldn’t be a strange thing.

"Since Brother Han has this confidence, I am not afraid to cross the river to demolish the bridge, so cooperation is no problem."

Shang Wenxuan laughed, and immediately agreed.

"But now there is a problem. Each wall requires three Tier 4 fighters to push it. We are all here in Pete Province, are we all here in the Brotherhood of the Holy Sword Kingdom?"

Shang Wenxuan nodded, "All here, if I bring too many people in, the goal is too big."

"That's trouble." Han Fei frowned.

"That's not necessarily true." Shang Wenxuan smiled slightly and said to the person behind him, "Owen, Harry, come with me."

Everyone present was a little strange, and didn't know what Shang Wenxuan wanted to do.

"Owen, you push and try."

Owen responded respectfully, and immediately followed the wall with one hand, his feet and hands violently exerted force, and the wall began to push into the wall.

When the depression was half a meter away, the wall bounced back and returned to its original state.

The people of the Holy Sword Kingdom had no surprises. The people of the Chris Empire were stunned, especially the few warriors, and they felt their faces burn for a while.

The same is the fourth order, Irving can push a wall alone, and the soldiers of the Chris Empire need three to push.

Although they were not intentional, they undoubtedly gave them a loud slap.

And Harry, another deputy head of the Knights of Glory, can also push a wall by himself.

Shang Wenxuan naturally didn't have to try it. If it wasn't too far apart between his two walls, his hands could not touch both walls at the same time. He even wanted to try pushing both walls.

Seeing this scene, Han Fei immediately realized the difference in the strength of the fighters of the two sides. He looked a little surprised in his eyes, but soon disappeared.

"Brother Shang, let your third-order fighters also try."

Shang Wenxuan didn't need Han Fei to say that he had already greeted the remaining Tier 3 soldiers.

Starting with four Tier 3 fighters and adding to the six Tier 3 fighters, it was only able to push a wall.

Shang Wenxuan looked at the number of people. The third-order fighters of the Knights of Glory could push the four walls, plus three of them, a total of seven, that is to say, six.

He glanced at the people of Chris Empire, "How many walls can you push on this side?"

Han Fei thought for a moment, "With Aunt's mental strength, she should be able to push one side alone. The remaining dozen of our masters can also use spirit to push one side together, plus four fourth-order fighters, a total of three sides."

Shang Wenxuan frowned slightly, "That means three short."

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