Volume 3: The World's Strongest Chapter 10: Forbidden City
There is no need to elaborate on the trivialities of flying.
That evening Qi Ji arrived in Shen'an City safely.
As a famous port city in Daxia and one of the first mega cities with booming economy, Shen'an City is no less prosperous than Tianhai.
The advantage of traveling on business with a leadership group is that you don’t have to worry about too many trivial matters. After landing, you can go directly to a luxury sea view hotel that has already been booked by the general office secretary and check in smoothly.
Qi Ji is now Zang Feng’s treasure, so the room arranged for him by the group is actually a sea view suite.
It was so luxurious that Qi Ji felt a little uncomfortable.
Of course, he didn't have much time to feel it. He had just put his luggage in the room and hadn't even sat down when Zhang Zizai called.
"Qi boy, have you put your things away? If you have, come to the meeting room on the 20th floor."
Qi Ji hung up the phone with a confused look on his face. What the hell? Why do I have to attend a meeting when I’m on a business trip?
He took back his earlier comment that it was very convenient to travel with the leaders .
These leaders are just troublesome!
Helplessly, Qi Ji tidied himself up and went to the hotel's conference room.
As soon as he pushed the door open, he was greeted by a burst of applause that made Qi Ji feel embarrassed.
Sitting at the head of the conference table, Director Chen, who looked like Maitreya Buddha, looked at Qi Ji kindly, and said while leading everyone to applaud, "Our genius swordsman is here."
Shit, you’re trying to embarrass me again.
Qi Ji maintained his expression, smiled and nodded to everyone present, then sat down at the end of the conference table.
Among the people present, except Mr. Chen and Zhang Zizai, he only felt vaguely familiar with the others, but he hardly knew any of them.
I am already a super expert, with a status equal to those pillars in basketball and football clubs. I should have a bit of temper, so that I can avoid a lot of ineffective social interactions...
Qi Ji has already started to consider that he should adjust his attitude towards the company in the future.
He can no longer maintain this sunny, easy-going and easy-to-talk image. From now on, he will become a cold-blooded swordsman with "low emotional intelligence" and do whatever his boss tells him to do.
Just reply: "You decide, my mission is to defeat all enemies, you don't need to ask me about other things."
Isn’t it great!
The meeting was chaired by Mr. Chen, and everyone contributed their own opinions. Finally, Qi Ji understood what the content of the meeting was.
To put it bluntly, it is a rehearsal of tomorrow's exchange meeting and an emphasis on the necessity of victory.
As the most famous security center in the country, Zhenwu United Center is a front industry jointly operated by the groups behind three large clubs.
The significance of its existence is not only to make profits by providing security services to many companies, but more importantly, through security services, it can enable the three major groups to maintain good relations with the major giant companies receiving security services.
Simply put, this security center is roughly equivalent to the facade of the three major martial arts clubs.
Now that this prestigious head coach has stepped down, the selection of a new head coach has naturally become a hot topic in the circle.
Of course, competition in the military circle is often much simpler and clearer than in other industries.
Zangfeng, Wanjian and Longchang, each of the three clubs will send out one or two candidates, and they will communicate and exchange ideas in an open and transparent manner. Whoever wins in the end will become the head coach.
Of course, in view of the outside world's attention to this exchange, the three major clubs have also attached increasing and have carefully set up various links for this exchange. They have not only prepared a media conference, but also arranged a full live broadcast of the exchange process.
What was originally intended to be a small matter to be decided privately has now been hyped up into a major event.
If we have to blame someone, we should blame the fact that it is just before the Great Xia Martial Arts Professional League. Other small-scale martial arts competitions are not of great importance, and we don’t see many eye-catching duels between masters.
So when they learned that the three clubs would each send out powerful masters above the seventh level to compete, fans of Bingji would naturally not miss the opportunity.
As capital, they will not miss this sudden popularity.
…
The meeting ended quickly, and when Qi Ji was asked for his opinion by Chairman Chen at the final stage, he was finally able to give the answer he had always imagined.
"Well... leaders, please make the decision. I am only responsible for defeating all opponents!"
Qi Ji smiled and squinted his eyes as he said the above words calmly.
His dignity suddenly rose, and the expressions of all the leaders who were looking at him changed.
Perfect!
After slipping back into the room, Qi Ji continued to practice his meridian nourishing method.
Although the effect is relatively weak without the blessing of Qi, as long as you persevere, the accumulated growth will become more and more obvious.
In his heart, he has always been thinking about elevating his spirit to the same limit as his body and reaching the "transcendence" state.
At that time, you can naturally return to the outside world again to meet the extraordinary.
As for Pei Xingjian, whom he will face tomorrow, to be honest, Qi Ji can't make a judgment since he hasn't seen him take action.
But he was fully prepared.
Although his physical fitness was stronger with more transcendence when he was in the outer realm, he could not enjoy so many bonuses after returning to Earth.
As a player who is also at the eighth or ninth level, his advantage on Earth is actually smaller than that in the outer realm.
But he also grew tremendously in the Outlands. First of all, he received the rewards for climbing the Tower of Transcendence for a month, which greatly enriched his skill pool.
Then, his realm was successfully promoted to the eighth level through many life-and-death battles.
In the end, a grain of blood bodhi pushed his physical fitness to the limit, and a grain of enlightenment fruit gave him two magical talents.
With so many conditions supporting him, if he, a super 8th dan, is still worried that he cannot beat other 8th dan players, then he is being too cautious.
With such thoughts in mind, Qi Ji fell asleep while practicing late at night.
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[Choose: Start the Secret Record of the Past Life]
[The currently included world views are as follows. Please select the world view opponent you want to challenge]
[Current Transcendence 345, Spirituality 90/100]
Yesterday, the confidence that Qi Ji had built up after visiting the world where the Raging Wolf lived was shattered again by the Abyss Walker.
So, today he planned to look for faith in the Secret Records of Rebirth.
This time, the world he chose was the worldview of the lame swordsman.
Scene change.
The next moment, he appeared on the roof of a huge Daxia-style palace.
In the sky, the moon was as bright as water, but it had already set.
Opposite him, at the other end of the roof, stood a person dressed in snow-white, spotless.
The man had a handsome appearance, a white face and a slight beard. On his jet-black hair, he wore a pearl crown with a sandalwood base.
A pair of eyes looked like two cold stars in the darkness.
His face was very white, neither pale nor ghastly, but a color as crystal clear and smooth as white jade.
In his left hand, he held a long sword hidden in a sheath.
The bright moonlight shines on this person, making him look like a fairy descending from the sky.
The Yellow River flows far away among the white clouds, with an isolated city and towering mountains.
From the moment he saw the person opposite him, a line of poetry inexplicably emerged in Qi Ji's mind.
The man raised his head and looked at Qi Ji with a somewhat strange look in his eyes.
His voice was cold and he said softly, "My opponent should not be you."
Qi Ji looked above the other person's head, and the unique logo of the Tower of Transcendence was floating gently above it.
So he smiled and said, "But my opponent is you."
The swordsman in white nodded. The next moment, he had already drawn his sword and said softly, "This sword is from overseas. It can cut hair with a single blow. The blade is three feet three inches long and weighs six pounds and four ounces."
Qi Ji was driven by the atmosphere and cooperated inexplicably. He reached behind his back with his left hand, took out a sheathed sword and stretched it in front of him. Then he also gently pulled out the sword. The blade with a pale blue halo emitted a biting coldness.
He said in a loud voice: "This sword has no name. It is made of divine iron from the outer realm. It can cut iron like mud. The blade is two feet and nine inches long and weighs four pounds and two ounces."
In fact, he had never paid attention to the performance data of his sheathed single-edged sword, but he now had a talent for weapon control. As soon as he picked up the sword, he had a clear understanding of the sword's own data by comparing it with the data of various weapons he had touched.
So he used the same sentence structure as the other party to introduce his knife, thus maintaining his status.
The swordsman in white looked at the knife in Qi Ji's hand and couldn't help but praise: "Good knife."
Then he sighed again: "It's a pity it's not a sword."
Qi Ji was a little curious: "So what if it's a sword?"
The swordsman in white didn't look at Qi Ji, but lowered his head and stared at the sword in his hand, and said slowly: "I have been practicing swordsmanship since I was young, and it has been thirty years now. The best destination for me should be to die by the sword."
Qi Ji couldn't help but want to complain - I don't have a suitable sword at hand now, how about I change to that beast-slaying sword and fight with you?
After thinking about it, he said nothing. In this atmosphere, he took out a beast-slaying sword with a completely inconsistent style.
Not to mention others, even he himself couldn't accept it.
The swordsman in white raised his head and looked at Qi Ji: "I don't kill nameless people with my sword. May I ask your name?"
Qi Ji smiled slightly: "Qi Ji, Qi of the Qi family, Qi of loneliness, what about you, what's your name?"
The swordsman in white looked a little strange: "You, don't you recognize me?"
Qi Ji said calmly: "You are famous? Should I recognize you?"
The white-robed swordsman suddenly smiled and said, "You can just call me 'Lord of Baiyun City'."
Qi Ji nodded. He didn't know what to say anymore, so he silently sheathed the sword, but his right hand was still gently stroking the hilt, and he looked towards the Lord of Baiyun City.
The next moment, a demon-like power gushed out from Qi Ji.
Along with Qi Ji's majesty, a fierce wind suddenly blew from the high roof.
The long hair of the Lord of Baiyun City, which was bound by a pearl crown, was blown violently by the strong wind, and the sleeves of his white robe also danced wildly, as if he was a fairy descending from the sky.
He looked at Qi Ji's posture and couldn't help but ask, "How do you draw the sword?"
Qi Ji nodded without saying anything.
Baiyun City Lord also nodded. He suddenly became interested: "I don't know why, but I suddenly feel that it would be good to die by the sword!"
"Watch out, I'm coming."
After he finished speaking, he lightly tapped his feet, as if he was flying in the air and riding the wind. The whole person turned into a white shadow and floated towards Qi Ji from mid-air!
The sword has been thrust out!
The whole world seemed to slow down at this moment.
The Lord of Baiyun City came floating in, his white robe floating slowly, and he looked like a fairy coming from the sky.
