"This feeling...is really wonderful." He closed his eyes, as if his whole body was intoxicated into that unpredictable realm.
call! !
A whirlwind centered on him and blew in all directions, causing the doctors and nurses in the large ambulance to stagger and be unable to stand still.
Almost at the same time.
Inside the ambulance transporting Dum.
A strong figure slowly and silently stood up and sat on the ambulance bed. The infusion needle on his body was torn off by him and thrown away.
"This feeling is unprecedentedly powerful." Dam's eyes were shining with indescribable emotion. He was full of muscles, but there was a hint of charm in his eyes. Raising his hand, he unexpectedly recalled the gesture of turning white jade in his memory unconsciously.
"Third floor lol. This is the third floor! It's amazing. Parking!"
The surrounding doctors and nurses trembled in fright, like weak creatures under the claws of ferocious beasts.
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Garen sensed the two auras slowly rising in the distance, and a trace of surprise and surprise appeared on his face involuntarily.
“Interesting. So much fun”
He never expected that Hosiman and Dam had completely overcome the fear of death during this training, and entered the third layer of magic-turning white jade, which is the level of transformation.
Duplex Water Bird Fist is just a secret skill transformed from an ordinary martial art, but it has added a bit of his own soul seed breath and courage.
What surprised him the most was that when Hosiman and Dam entered the third floor, they aroused the aura and soul seed that he had hidden in their bodies, and centered on this, they formed their own something like boldness.
This kind of thing is lower than courage, invisible and qualityless, like a pure spiritual force field, but it can easily cause changes in airflow.
"Sure enough, it's impossible to always follow your own control." Gallon stood on the sloped grass outside the abandoned garden, looking at the direction of the two ambulances leaving from a distance. It was the breath of Hosiman and Dam. The place of ascension is located.
He could feel the difference in the breath of the two.
Hosiman is like a ferocious lion, with a hint of madness concealed by his superficial calm, he may tear his disobedient opponents to pieces at any time. Has a domineering atmosphere.
But Dam is much more feminine, his aura is like a poisonous snake in the undercurrent of the water, and it is also like a silent stinger, which can paralyze and poison the enemy without knowing it.
What interested Garen the most was that the breaths of the two seemed to have a natural attraction, blending and conflicting with each other, both opposing and compatible.
This was a brand new breath spontaneously comprehended by the two of Garen's own separate breaths. This new thing obviously has the possibility of re-integrating completely.
"Two independent seeds of change, but they can fuse with each other. I really look forward to what kind of changes will happen when they merge into one?" Garen looked at the direction of the two breaths with a hint of a smile.
With the blessing of his introduction, the two of them had faint signs of reaching the level of fighters at this time. This is no longer the progress he could have expected.
"It's a pity, it's a pity that such a powerful force doesn't have enough foundation." Garen sighed. If the two of them had enough time and energy to practice the orthodox line of Duplex Waterbird Fist, they might achieve extremely high levels. , but unfortunately, they didn't have this opportunity. With Garen's power as their foundation, they were destined to be an extraordinary tragedy from the very beginning.
"Let me see if you can get rid of this fate."
Garen took one last look in the direction of the two of them, then turned and walked down the lawn.
The two primers have independently absorbed the vitality of the two of them and developed into unique seeds with opposite attributes, but for some reason, the seeds of Hosiman and Damm seem to have a weird conflict, and they both feel that as long as they absorb The opponent's seed, oneself can really break through to an unimaginable level.
It's natural seed gravity, it's intuition.
Maybe they didn't know it themselves, but Garen knew very well that with the deepening of their skills, this kind of attraction would continue to strengthen. Once the two of them could absorb each other's seeds, they would be able to reach a perfect level that was nearly invincible. Even Garen didn't know what that level was like and how powerful it would be.
He is just a sower, and the seeds planted will grow different fruits under different sudden conditions, which is also beyond his expectation. Because of all this, he was also experimenting for the first time.
He just wanted to see how the hero of the two, the elite of the elite, could reach in the end. What kind of fruit will it bring him.
Now, the seeds have germinated, and there is no need for him to cultivate them anymore
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South Africa
On a barren loess plain.
Sparse pale yellow withered grass is clustered here and there, and several zebras are walking slowly on the plain.
On the yellow land, on the edge of a tuft of grass, the evening sun shone down and fell on a dirty man.
He was lying on his back on the ground, one leg was stained with blood, and not far away there was the faint howling of wild dogs, like the cry of a child.
"Huh..." the man took a deep breath, and then let it out. He turned his face and glanced at another human body in the grass in the distance.
"Byrne, are you okay?" He licked his chapped lips, but his saliva was almost dry, and there was no way to wet his lips.
"Not dead yet." A weak voice came from a distance. "No more sleep! Must get up and get out of here! I've heard enough!"
"That's right." The man supported his body with his hands and looked around. "Get up quickly! We have to get out of here as soon as possible!"
He saw that the zebras began to trot towards the distance at a faster speed.
"My leg is broken." Over there Byrne replied loudly. "Call for help! Kornna! Use your satellite phone!"
The man touched the backpack that was originally on his back, and immediately cursed shit in a low voice.
"The phone is gone, and the backpack is gone!"
"Damn Leiber!!" Byrne cursed.
The two began to move closer to each other.
The man Cohen couldn't move his leg, so he could only walk over with a limp. The other one was even worse, with two legs and one arm gone.
"We have to find a way. Leibo must send people to search us everywhere now! This is my business, there is no need for you to get involved." Cohen said in a low voice. Sitting down hard, help the person up and sit up.
"I don't want to, but I can't help it if I've been involved. Let's think about how to solve the current trouble. The blood on our bodies will soon attract wild dogs, which are the scariest guys in Africa! They will Eat us alive while we're awake!"
The pack of wild dogs usually starts to crazily eat when the prey is still awake, and their prey will often struggle for a long time, watching their bodies being bitten and eaten, and there are not even bones left.
"I've already released the news about the lucky stone clock. The man in black must be in a hurry now. Lei Bai can't swallow the whole lucky stone clock by himself." Cohen laughed twice.
"He won't let you go. You almost buried him alive in the ruins! There are dozens of his assistants." Byrne curled his lips. The middle-aged man in a white cowboy hat was using one hand to I smeared medicine on my injured leg.
"Before I came out, I had already heard the news, Typhon from Europe, Rust from Asia, and I even went to the intelligence bar where the mercenaries often go, hehe."
"Hiss, you mean Nighthawk? It would be fun if they also shot, hehe cough cough!!" Byrne laughed twice and couldn't help coughing.
"I really want to see what kind of expression Leibo's little face will have, hahaha." Cohen laughed loudly.
woo woo~~~
The laughter stopped abruptly.
"I think we should find a way to pass this level first."
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"Garon Thomas, your package."
In the courier shop, a black courier handed a small box the size of a palm to Gallon.
Among a group of bustling students, Garen took the box, checked it, and the black man opposite him clicked and took a photo.
He turned around and walked out of the crowd.
After tearing open the courier slip on the outside and tearing open the box a few times, Garen took out another black metal square box from inside.
It opened with a snap, and in the middle of the black foam inside was a white fragment with some scratches lying quietly.
The fragments looked old, triangular in shape, and only half the size of a palm.
Garen took it out, walked to the bench on the lawn and sat down. Lift the shards up for a closer look.
"Looks like a shard of some kind of china."
There was also a folded square note at the bottom of the box, which he took out and opened.
'Leader, it's a pity that we can only take pictures of such a large fragment. There are too many competing cultural relic groups. You should first see if it meets your wishes. '
It's bald handwriting.
Garen smiled, and continued to pick up the fragments to observe.
He knew that this was the fragment of the lucky stone clock that the bald head found.
Close your eyes carefully and feel it, there seems to be a faint inexplicable breath in the fragments.
"It seems to have some effect?" He completely let go of the suppression on himself, and released his perception with all his strength.
Phew. The shapes of the fragments were clearly imprinted in his senses. Instead of using vision, the fragmented images are reconstructed with other perceptions.
Crack!
Suddenly, a white thing like an electric spark flashed on the fragment. Garen's eyes lit up.
"Sure enough! But it is estimated that the fragments are too small, and there is not much potential aura at all. According to this level, although the real lucky stone clock is not much, it should indeed have potential value."
He took out his mobile phone and quickly replied a text message to the bald head.
Soon there was a reply.
"Received. Please wait for the good news." The bald head obviously understood what he meant. .
(end of this chapter)