Fist of Fantasy

Chapter 374 Surfing the Internet
Ruins of Gray Heron Park.

Liang De and the other four stood at the original base station, waiting quietly around a newly opened Illusory Sea Eye.

Not long after, three King Crab-shaped Illusion Sea Warriors walked out of the light blue vortex carrying the intact base station, and quickly started repair work.

Mr. Liang, the god of war in the park, failed to fulfill his promise to protect everything, and everything in the park was turned into ashes. However, he hid this popular base station in advance, and now he uses nearby undamaged overhead optical cables and related equipment to Restore the function of the base station. All in all, although Gray Heron Park is finished, he has guarded everyone's last network signal!

There are still a few minutes before the network connection, the things that should be explained to Wen Zhongsu and the two have been explained, and the evacuation of Huilu City is basically completed. .

Liang De and Thripa sensed the changes in the electromagnetic waves in the air with their warrior spirituality. When the base station function was basically restored, Thripa wiped the earrings back and saw a flash of ice blue, and her figure disappeared instantly. A steel blue Martial Dao Primordial Spirit hangs in place.

Liang De's soul perception is worse than that of thrips, but he has been nurtured by the goose factory for a long time, and his plagiarism awareness will not lose to anyone!

At the same time that Thrips put away his physical body, he returned the standard Liang De worn on the Martial Dao Primordial Spirit into his inner energy, and put it into Haina's phantom treasury.

When the martial artist's physical body and martial soul can be separated freely, it is necessary to prepare a space item to store the physical body.

Li Xuan, the head of the Eight Immortals in the Shangdong Cave, was originally a handsome middle-aged man, but because the Yuanshen handed over his body to his apprentice to guard him when he traveled far away, his ashes were thrown away within seven days, so he had to possess a lame man who had just died. A beggar with legs, leaning on an iron crutch, there has been no scandal since then.

That was the ancient times when the folk customs were simple and simple. Now that everyone is enjoying themselves so much, who would dare to entrust their bodies to others.

Mr. Liang is a succulent fighter with as much flesh as a cow's hair. No matter what he encounters, he will at most leave a little psychological shadow, and maybe he will feel a little exciting and have an endless aftertaste.

But for a warrior with a little integrity, the out-of-body spirit is no different from bending over to pick up soap in the bathroom of a prison with a scale of [-] people. To ensure nothing goes wrong.

Therefore, it is not unreasonable to say that after graduation, the rare objects used for physical storage in the Ocean School become more and more expensive.

The price of the six-yao pot ring refined by the ancient method at the triangle head is at least [-] crystal clusters, and the price increase is very metaphysical. The reason for the price increase is not an exaggeration to say that it depends on his mood. Without blinking an eye, relying on being unique and foolproof.

Thrips's storage earrings are made by a certain sea school senior, with various encryption methods, thoughtful and cautious, even if the owner's martial arts soul is entangled by a golden snake or other scumbags who are completely ignorant of martial arts. Domination, as long as it violates the user's free will, the body locked in it cannot be taken out.

For this storage earring, Thrips even leaked to the producer the whereabouts of an editor from Yingxuetang’s proofreading department. Later, the editor was exiled and sent to the other side of Thunder Bluff to be the store manager at No. 415. It was so miserable that she wailed in the internal forum every day, but the price paid by others had nothing to do with her.

The thrips had forgotten about it.

To not recall is to forget.

The martial arts souls of the two formed a two-color whirlwind above the base station. In the circle of gray black and steel blue, countless messages were exchanged rapidly.

"Your Yuanshen Wanhua and Sun Xunqiao are stronger and whoever is weaker."

"Five... five open."

"That's weak."

"..."

"How weak is it?"

"Wait a minute, I didn't say anything, hey, you are very arbitrary!"

"Don't imitate Xiaobai's speech... how weak is it?"

"Your question is very substandard, old iron, let me tell you, our Eastern Kingdom's ancient boxing method emphasizes martial arts first, as the saying goes..."

"For the last time, how much weaker is your Yuanshen Wanhua than Sun Xunqiao?"

"Old iron, you...you change to a high-end reference object."

"..."

"You... are much weaker than Sister Donglan."

"Are you a little off-line, how can this be described?!"

The steel blue Martial Dao Primordial Spirit froze in the air, and remained silent for a long time.

"Don't worry about it so much, 2M broadband is the same as 200M broadband, you can surf the Internet, I guarantee that I can surf with you."

...is not the same at all.

Thrips checked the rules and regulations of Yingxuetang, and sent a private message to the editor-in-chief of the art department. She didn't say to Liang De until she confirmed that the budget for this containment mission could not reimburse Lei Donglan or Sun Xunqiao's appearance fees:
"It's still 26 seconds away from connecting to the Internet. I know you think you can solve the source of the rage by yourself. What else do you want to tell me?"

That's true... I, the first-year sports committee member of the mainland school, are willing to play as a support? !

"Do you believe my deduction about the source of the fury?"

"Why don't you believe that the slime mold, a low-level eukaryotic organism, can surpass the wisdom of Tokyo subway designers and plan the most efficient route with instinct? Is the dandruff of the book of everything and everything worse than slime mold ?"

"Assuming my deduction is correct, the source of the fury is to reach the base station through the transmission of He Gongji to connect to the network, and then use the characteristics of soul moss to collect the anger in human hearts to strengthen itself, then it is already a giant, Yingxuetang gave Can your props really contain it?"

"The death rate of editors in Yingxuetang's literature and art department is 40.5%. If you include non-origin workers, the number of deaths due to work has exceeded 1.4 million."

The answer Liang De wanted was not this. After getting the unexpected answer, he also had an unexpected question.

He was silent for a while, and sent a soul message to Thrips in the calmest tone:
"You can get out of here, these numbers don't have to be about you."

"Do you think it was a coincidence that Mr. Du and Yingxuetang chose me?"

"..."

"Is it really a coincidence that Mr. Tai chose you?"

"..."

"Let's go."

Liang De remained silent, the gray-black primordial spirit turned amber in color, and the martial dao primordial spirit wrapped in thrips rushed into the electromagnetism.

If the starting point of the doomsday is Gray Heron Park, then the source of the fury that uses soul moss to eat and drink will definitely sweep the world from here.

If he wanted to prevent the doomsday from happening, he wanted to trace the root from here, and strangle the imminent chain of anger in its infancy.

The time has come, the gray-black Martial Dao Primordial Spirit wraps the smear of steel blue, and follows the trajectory of the soul moss upstream, the closer to the finish line, the stronger Liang De's sense of crisis.

He could sense that the source of the fury had swelled to a frightening degree.

"The Ministry of Secrets has blocked all expressions of anger, why can it still collect so much anger?"

　1. Thank you for your rewards (this time there are too many people to write Liao, I will compile a thank you list at the end of the year), subscribe, vote for support, and post a cat picture at the end of the chapter later! 2. Some readers told me that the phrase "every day pulls the hips is small" in La Kua Tiao [01] has mysteriously disappeared, um... In fact, many chickens also mysteriously disappeared in the previous article, and I don’t know where they went , and I don’t know when they will come back. In short, I will write more harmonious things in the future (there seems to be ambiguity in saying this), criticize the ugliness, keep the humiliation, and no longer create those chickens that have nowhere to rest. 3. Thank you everyone, see you tomorrow.

　　
　
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