National Games: Hang up from the zombie apocalypse

"Hey."

The gods blocked Fang Heng's way.

"what's up?"

Fang Heng revealed the face of an old man from under his hood, and responded in a hoarse voice, staring at the two members of the divine race.

The two members of the God Clan also stared at Fang Heng, a flicker of doubt rising in their hearts.

Wait, something's not right.

I heard that the necromancy scholar was a young man, how come he suddenly became an old man?

On second thought, there is a branch of necrology that deals with aging.

Perhaps something went wrong during this martial artist's training, causing such a drastic change in his appearance.

At least the necromancy aura emanating from the other party is unmistakable.

One of the gods said coldly, "We come from the realm of gods. We have heard that a scholar proficient in necromancy recently came to the Martial Grand Tournament. The Lord of Phoenix is ​​very interested in you and wants to see you. Come with us."

"inconvenient."

Fang Heng continued walking forward as he spoke.

He had heard that two of the eight World Lords were from the God race, which showed how terrifying the racial talent of the God race was.

The Phoenix they mentioned should be one of the two World Lords.

Want to see yourself?
Nothing good is coming!
Fang Heng had important business to attend to and had no interest in wasting time or causing trouble.

"stop."

The two members of the God Clan flashed forward, blocking Fang Heng's path once more. Staring at Fang Heng, they said coldly, "Old man, we are extending a sincere invitation. Don't be so ungrateful. Do you want to become an enemy of our God Clan?"

"Oh……,"

A cold smile appeared on Fang Heng's lips, his face full of mockery. He said, "The God Clan is still so domineering. I don't know any Phoenix. If you want to make a move, then hurry up. I'm ready to fight to the end."

"you……"

The gods were completely taken aback by Fang Heng's arrogance and were speechless for a moment.

However, when it came to taking action, the two of them didn't actually have that intention at first.

"What? Weren't you very arrogant? Now you're scared? Then get lost, so you don't embarrass yourself by staying."

Fang Heng snorted dismissively and walked past the two of them.

"Oh……."

The two members of the God Clan stared at Fang Heng's departing figure, their anger turning into a mocking laugh, and a hint of murderous intent flashed in their eyes.

The God Clan possesses exceptional talent, and almost every one of them is extremely arrogant, making them easily provoked by Fang Heng.

The Elder Council's original order was to find the necromancer and understand his connection to the underworld and the origin of his academic knowledge; it did not necessarily mean killing Fang Heng.

But now...

That old man dared to disrespect the race of gods!
There's no need to ask anymore.

Just find a way to eliminate them directly.

Do you really think that just by staying on the Island of the Realm Emperor, you can't do anything about him?

ridiculous!

Another member of the divine race asked coldly, "He's not cooperating at all, what should we do?"

"Have someone keep an eye on him. I don't believe he can stay on Jiehuang Island forever. As soon as he leaves, we'll kill him immediately."

"Um……"

Fang Heng noticed that the two members of the God Clan had not followed, so he continued walking towards the market area.

He knew that the gods would not give up so easily.

He doesn't have time to get entangled with the gods right now; finding the black orb is the right thing to do.

Fang Heng was pondering when he turned to look at his side.

A dark shadow swept over quickly, stopped beside him, and swiftly transformed into the appearance of Zane.

"Fang Heng, what a coincidence? You've finished your cultivation?"

"Not yet, but that's settled for now. I'd like to go to the market area and look for something." Fang Heng then looked at Zane and asked, "What about you? Have you been to the dimensional node? How's it going there?"

"Hey, don't even mention it. That old bastard God King is unreliable; he gets injured every other day."

Zane waved his hand repeatedly and followed Fang Heng toward the market area, complaining all the way, "I just found a dimensional node with him and was preparing to fight some ignorant alien races, but the old guy's old injury from the preliminary stage flared up and he almost passed out."

"Thanks to you, brother, I absorbed the evil spirit and my strength increased greatly. I was able to fight three opponents and drive them away."

"I'm not saying this to be mean, but how come the God King is as fragile as paper, getting injured all the time? He went back to Tiger Lord's place to recuperate yesterday."

Zane, who was frantically cricketing the God King behind him, waved his hand and said, "But Fang Heng, dimensional energy is indeed something. My strength has increased after I absorbed that stuff. That's why I came to find you. Let's join forces and have a big fight together."

Zane pondered that although he could also gain some dimensional power on his own, it was far too slow compared to working with Fang Heng to gain it together.

No need.

Wouldn't it be foolish not to cling to a readily available powerful ally?

So he quickly returned, waiting for Fang Heng to finish his seclusion.

"Is that so..."

Upon hearing about Zane's experiences over the past two days, Fang Heng muttered to himself.

It seems that dimensional energy can also be effective against the evil god system.

The dimensional energy provided by dimensional nodes is likely to be of considerable strength.

Zane encouraged from the side, "Fang Heng, dimensional energy is still somewhat useful. When should we go and try farming it?"

Fang Heng nodded slightly and said, "No rush. Come with me to the market area first. I need to get some things as soon as possible."

“Okay, no problem. I visited the market area yesterday, I know it very well.”

……

Jiehuang Island.

Market area.

During the Wuji Grand Tournament, the entire market area was separated and managed by the Wuji Grand Tournament.

Fang Heng and Zane strolled slowly along the paths in the market area.

There are individual stalls on both sides of the path.

The stall tables were filled with props for sale.

Most of the stall owners sat behind their stalls, keeping their eyes closed in a meditative state.

I never expected that the market area of ​​the highest-level combat power in the dimensional world would be so simple, it looks like a slum.

Fang Heng inspected the items displayed on the stalls along the way.

The vast majority of them are good stuff.

In addition, a small note is placed in front of each item, specifying the type of item that is willing to be exchanged.

Fang Heng noticed that many of the stall owners were young people wearing white robes.

"These people are there to look after your stall. You just need to pay some dimensional crystals over there and you can find someone to look after your stall 24 hours a day."

Zane noticed Fang Heng's gaze, pointed to the other exit of the market area, and continued to ramble on, "Fang Heng, I visited this place yesterday. Most of the transactions here are the most primitive barter system. It's not easy to make a deal, and once a transaction is successful, you can't back out. You have to be careful to avoid being cheated."

"I've seen two items related to the energy of the evil god before, but the other party's requirements for the exchange were too demanding, and I can't get them in a short time. Isn't this just bullying people?"

Zain was very unhappy about this.

Aside from being able to identify things that could increase the efficiency of the evil god's cultivation, he wasn't very confident in his own judgment.

"Can't dimensional crystals be used as currency?" (End of Chapter)