Resurrection: The Female Netizen Is Actually The Top God Of War?

Under the table, Xin Yuan just carefully took out the short stick. In an instant, all the energy floating towards him poured into the short stick.

After the influx, it was like a mud cow entering the sea, disappearing without a trace, without causing any waves.

Xin Yuan felt what was happening in his hand, raised his head suddenly, and looked at the crowd.

The power of faith!

For the pursuit of power, not willing to be just the expectations of ordinary people, this is also a kind of power of faith, right?

Moreover, many of them are obviously disturbed by the power of many gods, which stimulates this state of mind.

At this time, every citizen's face was full of anger, as if they had been deceived.

Zheng Xiaojian's answer was watertight and very official, but it also aroused this sense of anger.

"Can you answer our question directly, is there any way to acquire superpowers the day after tomorrow?"

"That is, even if it is harmful, we should have the right to know!"

"Are you worried that the privileged status of your superpowers will be impacted?"

Xin Yuan manipulated his short stick, feeling the surging energy, the more extreme the crowd, the more power they would contribute.

Wave after wave of invisible energy surged towards the short stick in Xin Yuan's hand, increasing its power.

Moreover, Xin Yuan was surprised to find that the mood in the crowd seemed to have stabilized a bit under his unrestrained absorption.

The emotions of the crowd were like ocean waves, one after another, they kept coming towards Zheng Xiaojian and the others, but whenever the emotions were about to reach the climax of the riot, they would immediately disintegrate.

Even Zheng Xiaojian was a little surprised. Why did the situation feel so much easier this time?

Xin Yuan looked down at the short stick in his hand. At this moment, Xin Yuan could feel that there was a certain connection between himself and this thing.

It was as if he was born to use the thing in front of him.

The power contained in it is not the kind of bursting impact, but a provocative and seductive power.

He could feel that as long as he wanted, he could instantly make the group of people in front of him crazy and crazy.

"This power...in a sense, it's a bit too scary..."

Used in the right place, it can make everyone unite as one, but if used in a bad place, it may make everyone crazy.

Xin Yuan was talking to himself, and the hand holding the short stick tightened a bit.

As long as you have that one in your heart

A little spark, provoked by this thing, will have the potential to start a prairie fire!

 …

In the distance of the press conference, a few servants of gods squatted furtively on the stone steps at the corner, holding a bronze incense burner in their hands.

All of them frowned, and one of them stretched out his hand and clapped the bronze incense burner in his hand in confusion.

"What... what's going on, is this thing broken?"

"Bold!?" A servant holding an incense burner next to him glared at the person who spoke.

"Are you questioning the power of the Lord? How could the divine weapon that the Lord gave us be broken?"

"Fart! Am I questioning the Lord? I am questioning you! How did you operate it, and why is it useless?"

Hearing his teammates' rebuttals, the servant holding the censer felt helpless for a while.

This incense burner, in terms of power, is also a sequence weapon.

The purpose of bringing this thing here is to confuse people and cause commotion, it is best to create some confusion, the whole big news.

It turned out that there was no effect at all, and the expected commotion did not appear at all.

Obviously they watched, and every time troubles were about to happen, they quickly calmed down, as if nothing had happened, which made them feel numb.

What's the matter, it's about to reach a climax, can you bear it?

This is unreasonable!

"Damn! These fools, why are there no movements at all!"

Incompetent and furious, he stomped his feet fiercely, cursed, turned around and said to the people around him:

"What should we do? Shall we do something ourselves?"

"Are you crazy! Didn't you see that there is a god of war among the people who led the team this time?"

"And, there's that bitch, that guy looks like he has cerebral palsy, but he's also very evil." The servant who said these words cast a sinister look at Zheng Xiaojian who was smiling on the stage.

"Moreover, what happened this time is weird. Among them, there should be some masters who stopped our actions, but I don't know which one..."

Saying that, the servant of God put away the censer, his eyes swept over Xin Yuan and his group one by one.

However, when he saw Xin Yuan, his eyes almost didn't stop at all, and he just glanced over.

A guy who can lie on the table at the press conference and almost fall asleep must also be a student who has come out to mess around, and there is nothing to look at.

If even this kind of person could stop his actions, he would be killed by hitting him with a brick.

"Then what to do?

withdraw? "

"Get out, it's useless to stay here..."

In the end, Xin Yuan played the role of a behind-the-scenes man in the last press conference.

Neither God Servant nor Zheng Xiaojian knew what happened. This press conference just ended normally.

Obviously a storm had already begun to gather, waiting to erupt all the time, but Xin Yuan curled up in a corner as if he was asleep, and he insisted on disturbing the storm and bringing it all to an end.

Moreover, he made a fortune with a muffled voice, allowing this broken short stick, which had no power at all, to absorb a huge power of faith.

Just this wave, the power of this sequence weapon has been raised to a higher level.

At this moment, Xin Yuan held this thing, as if he had a new ability, the power to manipulate people's emotions.

 …

After the event was over, the organizer sent the best convoy to send Xin Yuan and his group back to the Oriental Academy, as if they were sending away a group of plague gods.

There was no other reason, the main reason was that they really didn't want to see Zheng Xiaojian's face anymore.

Along the way, Xin Yuan quickly returned to the Oriental Academy.

The time card is just right, and there is still time to go to the cafeteria to have lunch. After all, school meals are free, and if you don’t eat for free, you won’t eat.

I had a mission, I thought it was paddling, but I ran into trouble again.

Come back, it should be corrected a little bit.

However, he doesn't know if it's his own illusion, he always feels that he seems to be famous a lot, and it seems that there are often students pointing at him not far away.

Bang!

A large iron plate was placed next to Xin Yuan, and it was covered with food.

Niu Jingyu's huge body sat directly beside Xin Yuan.

The terrifying appearance of a murderer instantly emptied the surroundings, and no one dared to sit down again.

"Stinky boy, you dropped out of school right after entering school? Why did you go out for so many days?"

"Something happened temporarily, and the task was delayed." Xin Yuan explained.

"Hmph!" Niu Jingyu snorted, "Make up for what's left behind, I don't care about you."

"By the way, I have something to ask you..."

When he said this, Niu Jingyu's expression twisted for a while, as if he was a little embarrassed, but also felt very entangled.

"That... the 'Xin Yuan training method' that has been circulating in the academy recently, is it true?"

"That training... really has such a terrifying effect? ​​Where did you know that?"

Xin Yuan: "What???"