Chapter 286 Weird

Diyao sent a large group of workers, and Yang Feng also released 50,000 demon minions, mainly to prevent foreign monsters from hurting workers. In addition, Yang Feng also asked people to buy a large amount of food, provide for those workers, and each of them paid three months' wages. Others don't understand the sufferings of these workers, but Yang Feng knows very well that his father was also an ordinary worker. These workers live near the Third Ring Road and work hard against the scorching sun every day at the risk of being attacked by monsters. They want to survive and provide support for the next generation. Because safety is guaranteed, plus three months' salary and a lot of food, the workers who come here work extremely hard.

Standing aside, Yang Feng looked at the hard-working construction workers and sighed a lot. He pulled out 30,000 demon orcs and asked them to help.

"Xiao Feng!" A familiar voice came.

"Father! Why are you here?" Yang Feng turned his head and saw Yang's father and mother stride. In addition, there were Uncle Luo and others, and even other neighbors came.

"I heard that my son is going to build a college. Of course, my old bones are here to help."

"Yes! Xiaofeng! We are also here to help."

"Father! That's not necessary. Anyway, they are there." Yang Feng said hurriedly.

"Yes! Mr. Yang, you'd better go back and have a rest and let those workers do it. A Xia and others on the side also quickly persuaded.

"What are they and ours? We are not them yet. Your father is a worker, and they are not the same as us?" Yang's father's face was rigid. After saying that, he couldn't leave Yang Feng and went straight over.

"Adult! Mr. Yang and others..."

"Help, let's do it together. This is our college."

In the stunned eyes of the guards, Yang Feng led people to start living, and even the workers were surprised. Although they don't know Yang Feng's specific identity, they are very clear about Yang Feng's status here, and no one dares to disobey his words. In the eyes of the workers, Yang Feng's status is prominent, and it is good to supervise the workers here under the scorching sun, but they didn't expect him to join in.

Then, Fatty, Gao Qiang, Liefu and others also ran over.

Seeing Yang Feng carrying a group of high-level nine-level professionals carrying the boulder, he couldn't help but be stunned. Maybe he was infected by Yang Feng, and a group of people also began to help. Yang Feng all started. Naturally, the cool guard sitting aside could not be neglected and began to help. Yang Feng wiped his sweat, looked at the scorching sun, thought about it, and attracted 30,000 flying demon minions to let them fly up to the sky to block the scorching sun.

Without the scorching sun and a lot of food, the workers work harder.

"Xiao Feng! These brothers are all bitter people. Their lifelong wish is that their children can go to school..." Yang's father suddenly sighed.

"Father..."

Yang Feng looked at his father. At this moment, he suddenly felt that his father was so tall. Although he is not a professional, he has no ability. However, he is a father and a strong man who fights for his family. In Yang Feng's mind, his father is the strongest, and no one can compare with him. Looking at the busy workers, Yang Feng's memory showed his father's hard work in the mining area every day in the past.

Yes! Their lifelong wish is for their children to go to school.

Who has the most people in Diyao City, a professional?

No! Ordinary people are the most, and the workers at the bottom are the most. They are the foundation of the whole Diyao City. Without them, Diyao City would not have flourished. Without them, there would be no professionals.

"Guys!" Yang Feng floated into the air and said, "Please stop the work at hand for a moment. I have one thing to announce."

"Uh?"

"What's the matter?"

All the workers stopped the work at hand, and even the fat man and others looked at Yang Feng with a puzzled face.

"From today on, all those who contribute to Fengtian College, your next generation will be able to enter the external study of our Fengtian College, all of which are free of charge. As long as they are excellent, they can be sent to the headquarters."

"What..."

"Really?"

"Thank you, my lord! Thank you, my lord!"

"That's great. My child is worried that the college is willing to accept it."

All the workers looked at Yang Feng excitedly, and their faces were full of excitement.

Free study, for these workers, this is like a big cake falling from the sky. To enter any college, the high tuition fee alone is enough to overwhelm many workers, and it may not be able to afford to go to it. Some colleges have more stringent standards. It is really a great good thing for these workers to be able to enter the outside of Fengtian College for free study. After receiving the news, the workers worked harder. For them, the college must be well built and they can't cut corners. After all, their children will go to school here in the future. In the event of an accident, all sins will be borne by them.

"Son!" Yang's father patted Yang Feng on the shoulder with relief and said, "You have grown up!"

Looking at his father's gratifying smile, Yang Feng felt extremely comfortable.

"Brother Yang! Dean Byard is looking for you in an emergency. At this time, the mouse ran over.

"Oh? Is Dean BYD looking for me? Yang Feng hesitated for a moment. At this time, what did BYard ask him to do? He immediately answered, "Okay! I know. I'll see him right away.

Subsequently, Yang Feng explained some matters to A Xia and others, and then flew to Smith College.

Smith College has still not changed at all, even less than 100 students, but today's Yang Feng is not the same as before. At the moment of stepping into Smith College, Yang Feng felt nearly eight keen eyes watching him. These eight eyes are very sharp. If it hadn't been for the improvement of Yang Feng's consciousness again, it would be really difficult to detect.

I thought that Smith College was unusual, but now Yang Feng feels that Smith College is more and more mysterious.

Suddenly!

Eight figures came, and eight milky white daggers stabbed at Yang Feng. Obviously, these eight figures came from him.

"Looking for death!"

Yang's cover is dark.

He pulled out the death, and the eight fighting spirits were used.

After reaching the high-level nine layers, Yang Feng's cooling time has almost reached zero. The jihad skill consumes too much, and one knife consumes at least nearly half of Yang Feng's power. The imprint can only store the source power of killing monsters or the earthly fruit. Although the earthly fruit can produce 50 per month, it must be stored and may be of great use when necessary.

In the face of the eight fierce fighting spirit, the eight figures quickly pulled back the dagger and blocked the attack.

"Go!" If one hit is not hit, these eight figures are going to escape.

"Would you like to go?"

Yang Feng's eyes turned purple, and suddenly the eight forces of consciousness came out.

Bang! The eight guys who attacked didn't expect Yang Feng to have such a hand. They were immediately shocked by the power of consciousness and made up their mind.

Knife! The knife fell!

All eight figures were cut down by Yang Feng.

But at this time, a strange scene appeared, and the eight figures that were cut in half suddenly quickly reorganized, and then fled to the distance without looking back. Looking at the fleeing eight figures, Yang Feng suddenly remembered the five strange milky-white dragon beasts chasing Abis. The five milky-white dragon beasts are also the same as these figures and can reorganize their bodies...

Who the hell are these guys?

Yang Feng has never seen such a strange guy, and he can live again for the second time.

However, since the other party has done something to him, there is no need to be polite to them.

Although the speed of these figures is fast, they are still much worse than Yang Feng. Yang Feng's speed was displayed, and the jihad skills were displayed, and 100,000 knife shadows overlapped, turned into a knife, and chopped by. At this moment, Yang Feng put away the death in his hand, circled around the eight guys, pulled their heads, and ran directly to the distance.

"Damn human beings, our Protoss will not let you go." A head roared.

"Gods?"

"You human beings will eventually be destroyed by our Protoss. Hahaha... Wait, this reincarnation, we are stronger than the last time." After saying that, eight heads exploded, and the powerful force shook Yang Feng into the distance.

Looking at the fading head and the body that gradually turned blue, Yang Feng frowned.

The Protoss...

When did such a race emerge?

At this moment, Yang Feng's consciousness noticed that someone was quickly approaching him. However, the other party obviously has no murderous intention. When this person entered the range of consciousness, Yang Feng already knew who it was.

"Yang Feng?"

"Mentor Feibelli!" Yang Feng looked at the black-dressed Philippe.

"Did you kill those guys?" Feibylli looked at the blue ** on the ground in surprise.

"These guys call themselves Protoss. I don't know if Fabiri's mentor can solve this doubt for me?"

Yang Feng looked at Philip. With the strength of consciousness, he was no longer as strong as he could only identify others with his eyes. Yang Feng's consciousness felt that there was a terrible power in the body of the tutor Feibelli, who only had middle-level strength on the surface. This force is coiled, which should be said to be suppressed by death. The strength above the peak of the human level... Yang Feng guessed.

Smith College is really a crouching tiger, a hidden dragon, an ordinary tutor, who is actually a strong man at the peak of the human level.

What about Byard and others?

If they are all strong above the top of the human level, then with their strength, let alone establish an ordinary private college, even if it is a merger of the four colleges, it is not a big problem. Yang Fengyue is interested in their true identity. Such a large group of strong people hide their strength and hide here. What on earth are they going to do? And those so-called Protoss, those eight guys are not very strong, at most seven or eight floors. Why didn't they kill them with the strength of Fibili? And let them come and go freely in the college?

"I'm afraid I can't answer for you. You can ask Lord Byard." Phoebelie whispered.

"Adult..."

Yang Feng understands.

This BYD's obvious strength is higher than that of Phoebelie, and even far surpasses that of Phoebelie. Otherwise, how can Phoebelie be called an adult?

Weird, Yang Feng thinks it's getting weirder and weirder.

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PS: There are four update today, and there are still three update left. It will be gradually updated from afternoon to evening.