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

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

Xinyuan felt what was happening on his hands, raised his head suddenly, and looked at the crowd.

The power of faith!

The pursuit of power and not being content with just the expectations of ordinary people can be regarded as a kind of power of faith, right?

Moreover, many of them were obviously disturbed by the power of many gods, which inspired this inner state.

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 feeling of anger.

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

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

"Are you worried that your privileged status as a superpower will be affected?"

Xinyuan controlled his short stick and felt the incoming energy. The more extreme the crowd, the more power they contributed.

Wave after wave of invisible energy surged toward the short stick in Xinyuan's hand, increasing its power.

Moreover, Xinyuan was surprised to find that under his unfailing absorption, the mood in the crowd seemed to have become somewhat calmer.

The emotions of the crowd were like ocean waves, one wave after another, constantly hitting Zheng Xiaojian and others. However, whenever the emotions were about to reach the climax of turmoil, they would immediately disintegrate.

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

Xinyuan lowered his head and looked at the short stick in his hand. At this time, Xinyuan could feel that there was some kind of connection between himself and this thing.

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

The power contained in this is not the kind of explosive impact, but a stirring and tempting power.

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

"In a sense, this power is a bit too scary."

If used in the right place, it can make everyone unite, but if used in the wrong place, it can make everyone crazy.

Xinyuan muttered to himself, holding the stick a little tighter.

As long as you have a little spark of fire in your heart, under the provocation of this thing, there will be a prairie fire!

Far away from the press conference, several divine servants were squatting on the stone steps at the corner of the street, holding a bronze incense burner in their hands.

Several people frowned, and one of them stretched out his hand and patted the bronze incense burner in his hand in confusion.

"What's going on? Is this thing broken?"

"Bold!?" A divine 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 given to us by the Lord be broken?"

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

Hearing his teammates' rebuttal, the servant holding the incense burner also felt helpless for a while.

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

The purpose of bringing this thing here is to confuse people and cause commotion. It is better to create some chaos and make the whole big news.

It turned out that it had no effect at all, and the expected commotion did not occur at all.

They were clearly watching, and every time trouble was about to occur, it would quickly subside, as if nothing had happened, which made them feel numb.

What's going on, we're about to reach climax, can we still endure it?

This is unreasonable!

"Damn it! Why don't any of these stupid people make any movement at all?"

Incompetent furiously stamped his feet, cursed, turned around and said to the people around him:

"What should we do? Do you want us to do something ourselves?"

"Are you crazy? Didn't you see that there is a God of War among the people leading the team this time?"

"Besides, there is that bitch. That guy looks like he has cerebral palsy, but he is also very evil." The servant who said this looked at Zheng Xiaojian, who was smiling playfully on the stage, with a sinister look.

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

With that said, the servant of God put away the incense burner and swept his eyes over Xinyuan and his party one by one.

However, when he saw Xinyuan, his eyes almost didn't pause at all and passed directly.

A guy who can lie down on the table at a press conference and almost fall asleep must be a student who is just out to hang out, and there is nothing interesting about him.

If even such a person could stop his actions, he would be able to hit him to death with a brick.

"What should we do? Withdraw?"

"Get out, there's no use staying here."

In the end, Xinyuan played the role of a mastermind behind the scenes at the final press conference.

Neither the Servant of God nor Zheng Xiaojian knew what happened. The press conference ended normally.

It was clear that a storm had begun to gather and was always waiting to break out. However, Xinyuan was huddled in the corner as if he was asleep, disrupting the storm and bringing it to an end.

Moreover, he quietly made a fortune, allowing this broken stick with no power at all to absorb a huge power of faith.

Just this wave has raised the power of this sequence of weapons to a new level.

At this time, Xinyuan held this thing as if he had a new ability, the power to control people's emotions.

After the event was completed, the organizer quickly sent the best convoy to send Xinyuan and his party back to Oriental College, just like sending away a group of plague gods.

There was no other reason, mainly because they really didn't want to see Zheng Xiaojian's face again.

After a long journey, Xinyuan soon returned to Oriental College.

The time card was just right, and I still had time to go to the cafeteria for lunch. After all, school meals are free. If you don't eat, you won't get it.

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

When I come back, I think I can make some corrections.

However, he didn't know if it was his own illusion, but he always felt that he seemed to be a lot more famous. It seemed that students not far away often pointed at him.

Bang!

A large iron plate with various kinds of food was placed next to Xinyuan, and it was covered with food.

Niu Jingyu's huge body sat directly next to Xinyuan.

The terrifying appearance of a murderer instantly emptied the surrounding area, and no one dared to sit over it.

"You brat, you dropped out of school right after you entered school, right? Why were you out for so many days?"

"Something happened temporarily and the mission was delayed." Xinyuan explained.

"Hmph!" Niu Jingyu snorted, "Make up what you 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 became distorted, as if he was a little embarrassed and felt very entangled.

"Is the 'Xinyuan Training Method' that has been going viral in the academy recently true?"

"That training really has such a terrifying effect? ​​Where did you know about it?"
Chapter completed!