The sound made Feng Ling's ears itch. As soon as Xinghe finished speaking, Feng Ling heard the iron chain sliding on the ground, making a slightly harsh sound.
A ray of electric light flashed past, illuminating the place, and Feng Ling could see the man's appearance clearly.
Male, about twenty-four or five years old, with short black hair, a delicate and beautiful face, but not feminine, fair complexion, and a sickly look that has not been exposed to the sun for a long time. There seems to be a faint trace of aura in his golden phoenix eyes.
The melancholy, slightly white lips raised slightly, forming an arc that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.
With a slender figure and wearing the simplest white robe, standing there quietly can still give people a sense of noble Qinghua from the bottom of his heart. With natural elegance, he looks like a rebellious king.
Xinghe casually fiddled with the iron ring on his wrist, lowered his head slightly, and the top of his coat was slightly spread out, and his slender neck and delicate collarbone could be faintly seen. A trace of ridicule seemed to flash across his face, and then only
He twisted it gently, and the iron ring attached to the chain made a "click" sound, and then Xinghe dropped it on the ground. Then he took off the iron ring on his other hand and foot with the same ease.
"Ling Yi, let's go out first."
Xinghe's deep and cautious voice seemed to travel through space, causing ripples in the air. After speaking, he cut the palm of his hand, and a drop of light golden blood overflowed from the wound. The blood droplet was filled with a faint pressure, swaying like a
Like a butterfly, it flies towards the light.
At the same time, Bu Zhi also stretched out his hand. Thunder and lightning were intertwined, and the entire space was illuminated. Countless electric snakes were surging, making crackling sounds among them. As the galaxy cut through the palm of his hand, Bu Zhi moved towards the light point in front.
Swing, thunder rumbles, blending with the golden blood.
Purple and gold are intertwined, and the drop of golden blood turns into a long spear. The spear head is in the shape of a single diamond, with a high ridge, a thin blade, and a pointed head. The spear tassel is made of red gauze, and the straight barrel is entirely golden, like jade.
, the back end is thicker, and becomes thinner toward the head of the gun. The electric light flashes, the purple light shines, the electric snake squirms into the gun barrel, and a delicate flowing cloud pattern is painted on the golden gun barrel.
With the ultimate electric light, the spear cut through the void and stabbed firmly on the light spot. Transparent ripples appeared in the black and white space. The space began to twist, starting from the edge, and turned into particles of powder. Feng Ling heard it.
A burst of glass shattered
There was a sound and a dazzling light lit up from the front. Feng Ling couldn't help but close her eyes. However, she still felt a strong light coming through. She frowned and felt the fresh breath blocked by Bu Zhi in front of her.
It always gives her a sense of security.
When everything returned to calm and there were no more broken sounds in her ears, Feng Ling felt a bit of coldness fall on the tip of her nose. She slowly opened her eyes, and saw a piece of green, and fine rainwater was washing the bamboo leaves and branches.
It drips layer by layer from between the narrow leaves.
"It's raining... I hope we won't get too wet." A drop of water flowed down his sharp chin. Xinghe slightly raised his lips, which were almost colorless, with some emotion in his voice.
He took a closer look at Feng Ling. The appearance of the person in front of him was one that he would not recognize for a second after being thrown into the crowd. If he looked carefully, it felt like he was seeing a mosaic. However, he could feel that this was not the case.
Her original appearance must have been made by some means. However, how many skills can be hidden from his eyes?
Xinghe glanced at Bu Zhi, who said nothing, and smiled slightly. Like Bu Zhi, he was actually not interested in skins. But his eyes preferred to look at other things that many people couldn't see.
Xinghe lowered his head slightly and looked at the transparent white thread tied around his left wrist. The lines on his face softened a lot, making him look like an ordinary big brother. "Feng Ling, I want to borrow Zero One for a while.
?May I?"
"Teacher?" Feng Ling was slightly embarrassed and hesitantly called out this title. Also, who is Zero One?
There are only three of them. Does Zero One refer to Bu Zhi? He also has such a name? It sounds like the same code name. But there is an inexplicable feeling of intimacy coming from Xinghe's mouth. Sure enough, they two know each other, look.
He looks very familiar. If I remember correctly, the system prompts me to be the teacher-student bond formed with Zero Two.
Zero One Bu Zhi, Zero Two Galaxy? So Xinghe is really the same Tao as Bu Zhi?
"You don't have to call me teacher, just call me Xinghe."
The rain is getting heavier, the dense woods can no longer cover the rain, and the ground is getting wet.
The woods were not far from the Z City Shelter. Feng Ling braved the rain and returned to the dormitory of the folk training class not long after walking. Xinghe and Bu Zhi were temporarily separated from her in the woods, and they didn't know what they were going to do.
What, it feels mysterious.
The training class started early the next morning. Feng Ling came to the classroom early and found that the classroom was almost full. Most of them were students who had been recruited several times before. Feng Ling saw few familiar faces.
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Finding a seat in the middle, Feng Ling saw a teacher walking in as soon as he sat down. He was the man who led the team yesterday. There was a clock on the wall, and it was half an hour before classes started.
After the teacher came in, four heavily armed soldiers with guns also came in carrying a box. They carefully placed the box on the podium, and then stood solemnly on the podium with guns in hand.
When half an hour was up, as the class bell rang, the teacher took out a special key, added the password and opened the ordinary-looking box.
All the freshmen stretched their necks to watch. Only the old students looked calmer, but there was also a little nervousness in their eyes.
"Hello everyone, I'm Luo Guang." The man said in a calm voice, and took out a fist-sized glass ball from the box, but there were various lights flowing in the glass ball, like a surprising gadget. People here also recognized it.
It turns out that it is made from the genetic core of alien beasts.
"The new students probably don't know it yet. It's called the Preaching Stone, but we prefer to call it the Enlightenment Stone." Luo Guang said lightly, holding the glass ball, with a serious expression, "The Enlightenment Stone contains a large number of various
Genetic techniques with attributes, as well as the insights and thoughts of their creators, don’t be greedy for too much, just understand the genetic technique that suits you best. There are not many opportunities. There is only once a month. The Enlightenment Stone will be taken away after class. Don’t
It’s wasted.”
Feng Ling had read the student handbook placed on the table in the dormitory, and was familiar with the term gene technology. Gene technology is actually an adapted ancient martial art, but it will be more suitable for the bodies of alien beasts, and gene technology can drive the aura in the body.
The attributes of aura are derived from the body's genes, so it was renamed genetic technology.
The once-a-month enlightenment class is very precious, because the study time of the folk practice class is only two months, which means that three hundred gene cores can be used to comprehend twice.
Comprehension does not necessarily lead to learning, but after understanding the author's thoughts and insights, most of them will already have an impression, and with practice, you can still succeed.
Compared with traditional ancient martial arts learning, this kind of enlightenment can be closer to the author more directly, and it is also a quick way, but the foundation still needs to be laid down slowly by oneself.