Who traveled through time and was forced to inherit the position of young master?

"Dong dong dong..."

A hand pushed open the door, and a pair of shiny leather shoes stepped into the room. The kind-looking man glanced at the damaged communicator and spoke in a calm and steady tone:

"What's wrong? What made you so angry? This is not like you normally, Myler."

When Secretary-General Mai Le'er saw the visitor, his expression suddenly changed. He put away his irritability and half bowed his head respectfully: "Gong Sui Speaker."

Gong Sui kindly extended his hand to support him: "You're welcome. How are the affairs of the Krishi clan going?"

A drop of sweat ran down Mai Le'er's neck. He tried to reply calmly, "I'm working on it. Xu Ping is unexpectedly persistent. I'll find a way..."

"Don't worry about it." Gong Sui raised his hand to interrupt Mailer and gave new instructions gently but without any room for questioning.

"I have already silenced Mr. Zhou. I am afraid that our regional isolation device has fallen into the hands of Fang Zhixin. Regardless of bribery or coercion, get the device back first."

"Remember, it's best not to let her notice anything."

Mellor replied stiffly, "Yes."

Gong Sui patted Mailer's shoulder and walked out the door while the other looked nervous.

I underestimated Blue Star. I thought these young people were just sent by Blue Star to attract attention, but I didn't expect that these people actually participated in the fight against the Time and Space Demon God.

Now that the device is in their hands, it's not a good thing.

"Highly controlled flames, thunder with additional abilities, extreme ice and snow and variable gravity, curses and blessings beyond common sense, and... the most difficult spatial ability."

"And extremely destructive explosive capabilities."

Thinking of what Zhou Laosi had said before, Gong Sui increased the danger level for the few people again.

He took out his communicator and sent a message. The pale electronic light reflected Gong Sui's gentle expression, making it even more creepy.

"It's better to suppress the dangerous factors and kill them in the quagmire as soon as possible."

"Ah..."

Fang Zhixin, who had left the ancient Xinghai garrison base, touched his nose and whispered, "Who is talking about me?"

Who is talking about you?

"That's a lot. The hatred points on you would be as high as a building if you add them together."

Du Ruo stretched out his arm and gestured, and the others gave him thumbs up.

This statement makes sense.

Looking at the row of people giving thumbs up, Fang Zhixin pointed at himself in disbelief and gave a wry smile.

"My bad."

"No, no, no, how can this be called wrong?" Chang Heng raised his index finger and closed his eyes and shook his head, "This kind of advantage should be maintained, maintained."

"With you attracting firepower, it's sometimes pretty easy for us."

Fang Zhixin tilted his head when he heard this: "Ah, it's quite relaxing...it seems like there is still some energy left to be developed."

She suddenly grinned and looked at the few people with a gaze so bright that it made people feel cold in their hearts.

Sure enough, he should be thrown into the ninth-level pile for some practice.

Pei Jin and Fang Huan had dark faces, and they decisively elbowed Chang Heng from the left and right, what a jerk!

"Puff-cough!"

Chang Heng took two steps back and fell to the ground, trembling, holding his stomach and raising his hands in surrender.

Liu Jiajie squinted his eyes and complained in a low voice with a blank expression: "Haha, are you still relaxed now, Mr. Chang?"

I'm really impressed. Fang Zhixin originally wanted to squeeze out our abilities, and you still said it was easy.

"It's just like an old monk's wooden fish, it deserves to be hit."

"But it is indeed necessary to fight with people who are stronger than us. It is easy to fail if we go too smoothly." Fang Shaoli was thinking about where to find a level nine fighter suitable for sparring.

The six people in Guan Canghai were all thinking about the current situation. They didn't need Fang Zhixin to remind them, as they were already looking for an opportunity to break through.

What's more, this is a great opportunity to surpass teammates. Now everyone is at the same starting line.

In terms of the degree of talent exploitation, everyone is equally talented, and their hard work has taken them to a higher level. Now it all depends on who finds the opportunity first.

The moment the six people's eyes met, the air in the room suddenly became hot, and an inexplicable fighting spirit burned up.

Only one sentence remained in the minds of the six people: The first one is definitely me!

The people around him all covered their faces: Enough...

Is the competition within the team so fierce? I feel tired just watching it.

Shen Rong lazily raised his hands to cover his eyes: "This is why I can't get along with them."

Jingwen said in a cold voice: "We are not used to maintaining this kind of energy for a long time."

Song Yuxi sighed.

"Be ruthless to the enemy, and be ruthless to yourself, and...what's the benefit of being the first to break through?"

Bai Yuefeng, who was leaning against the wall, snorted softly: "Brother, I'm determined to be the boss."

He glanced at Fang Shaoli. Sooner or later, this guy would call him brother!

"Forget it. It's impossible with me here."

Fang Shaoli could tell at a glance what Bai Yuefeng was thinking and snorted coldly, saying that it was a nice thought.

Zhong An, who was sitting on the chair, held his forehead and sighed speechlessly, wondering when these two people would stop being so childish.

"For me, this is purely a personal standard for myself."

Du Ruo flicked the sword in his hand and said proudly, "That's the first place in our team. It's a great sense of achievement. Of course I have to fight for it."

The battleship started automatic driving and Lu Yuan became idle. Facing this question, he smiled slightly and showed his edge to everyone.

"Of course I can't be left behind. The first place wasn't reserved by anyone, and I'm confident I won't lose."

A group of people turned their eyes to Fang Zhixin who hadn't said a word. What was he thinking?

Fang Zhixin: “Hehe.”

"What does hehe mean..."

Fang Zhixin propped up his chin with his right hand and looked at the few people, his black eyes flashing with light, and he did not hide his ambition at all.

"I want to be the first, but I want to see all of you upgrade. It would be a shame if only we were the ones."

"Aren't you guys coming up?"

"Follow? What if you are the ones following me?" Zhang Kai raised his eyebrows, his attitude as arrogant as ever, "Why can't I be the first?"

Wang Tao clapped his hands with a blank face: "Good, good, good, another genius speech. Keep it up."

Song Yuxi, who was standing next to Wang Tao, silently took a step back, without looking around, as if nothing had happened, and let a figure pass by.

Then the sounds of fists and kicks were heard.

She smiled and looked at the dazed people: "Ah, it's okay, it's just a daily routine."

Everyone said in unison: "I understand, thank you for your hard work."

Facing the gazes of Guan Canghai and others, Shen Rong and others instantly understood that some pressure not only comes from outside, but sometimes also from inside.

Just like we have made an appointment to go out and play, how can we not overcome the remaining homework?

Work overtime, even if the pen leaves afterimages and your fingers cramp, you have to finish the writing, and then go out and have fun with your good friends.

Fang Zhixin, who is eager for everyone to advance, is already trying to find reference answers.

"With so many people participating in the Star League, it's not difficult to find some level nine warriors. The key is, how can we get them to have a friendly battle with us?"