Chapter 142

"receive!"

Wei Yijian shouted loudly, and the heretic who was originally in the air suddenly shook and fell headfirst. He did not hold back and immediately drew out his sword. A bright black light flashed, and the heretic on the opposite side broke into several pieces.

With a bang, white powdery substances scattered everywhere. Wei Yijian shouted again, and these things were gathered together.

He did not dare to delay and immediately took out a box from his body and put the powder that was gathered together but was obviously still shaking, as if it could break apart again at any time.

Just after he finished doing this, he heard an alarm from the opposite side. Without stopping, he took a leap and was more than ten meters away. Almost at the same time, a loud noise came from behind him.

The air was filled with smoke.

The place where the heretic landed just now was bombed again by a cannonball.

Countless dust and powder were stirred up again. He knew that the dust was most likely harmless, but he still stared at the center of the dust. Sure enough, he saw a piece of meat-like thing wriggling.

The thing wasn't moving fast, but it was definitely moving.

Without delay, he leaped forward and pinned the piece of flesh to the ground with a single blow of his sword. This sword was one he had chosen from the Fushan School's sword cave when he had attained Xiantian status.

He didn't choose the sword, the sword chose him.

It caused a small sensation at the time because the sword had no name.

"It's only said here that this sword was obtained by the first generation ancestor by chance, but no one knows where it came from. It has always been in the sword cave and has never recognized its owner."

"Never"

"Never. You can think about whether you want to keep this sword."

Having never acknowledged a master meant that it had never received any blessings or experiences. According to the principles of modern weaponry or metallurgy, the older the weapon, the better it was. The smelting technology was there.

But the Fukuyama school is an exception.

They are a sect that has existed for much longer than outsiders know!

Most people don’t know this.

The early Fukuyama school did not leave any name in the world.

In a sense, the Fukuyama sect emerged with the advent of the heresy. When the heresy began to be known by a few people, they also began to gain fame in the world.

Of course, this does not mean that they were the ones who created heresy, but rather that they were the first group in the world to know about heresy and the infected.

Just like the sacred place of their Fushan Sect, the weapons in their sword cave are also different from ordinary weapons.

A weapon with a name often has some functions of its own.

Without a name, it is a bit like opening a blind box in some ways. Maybe it will go well, maybe it will not go well.

Disciples of the Fushan School only have two opportunities to enter the sword cave in their lifetime.

Once for Xiantian and once for Grandmaster.

Yes, if you can't become a grandmaster, then you only have one chance.

But he did not refuse at that time, and later, the sword followed him all the way to the Grandmaster level.

He didn't feel anything when he first got the sword, but as time went by, especially as he became a master, he gradually felt the magic of the sword.

This sword has a natural restraint against heretics and infected.

Maybe not particularly obvious, but there.

Sure enough, as soon as the sword penetrated the piece of meat, the piece of meat immediately stopped moving.

"Master Wei!" The soldier who had greeted him just now ran over. Now Wei Yijian already knew that his name was Zhang Bing.

"While you were collecting things just now, we noticed some movement over here, so we fired another round of missiles." Zhang Bing said, "This is..."

"You guys have a collection box, right? Put this in it."

"Yes, yes." Zhang Bing said immediately, with a hint of joy between his eyebrows. This kind of substance that has been strangled by a master and baptized by artillery shells and is still active in the end is very rare, and the rarer something is, the more meritorious it is.

Although most of the credit goes to Wei Yijian, now that Wei Yijian lets them take it, he will give them an extra share.

"Thank you, Grandmaster Wei."

Wei Yijian nodded and was about to say something when he heard a loud roar from inside, followed by a violent explosion.

This explosion was different from the one caused by the previous artillery shells. It had a dull feeling. Afterwards, the instruments carried by Wei Yijian, Zhang Bing, and even other soldiers made a dull sound.

Grandmaster Alert!

A master has fallen!

"Master Wei..." Although he was a veteran soldier, Zhang Bing's face was filled with fear. Small disasters were not uncommon, but this... was it going to be a catastrophe?

Wei Yijian frowned and was about to press a button on his body when he found that the view in front of him became clearer.

“Has the concentration decreased?”

Zhang Bing was startled and quickly checked the instrument: "It's dropped by five percentage points... and it's still dropping!"

The latter sentence brought a bit of joy.

The concentration here refers to the concentration of the cloud and mist. While it's not certain, based on the various data currently available, a decrease in concentration often indicates the retreat of heretics and infected individuals. Humanity's exploration of the passage is still incomplete, and we don't know exactly how these things enter and exit. However, based on observations, this is what we see.

Just now, a master fell, and now the concentration has decreased.

Did the Grandmaster, whose identity they couldn't confirm, eliminate several heretics or even high-ranking heretics?

"I want to take a look ahead, do you want to go over?"

Generally speaking, soldiers have to be paired with grandmasters. Grandmasters can act alone, but soldiers cannot.

Of course, this is just a regulation and it is often impossible to implement. For example, earlier, the grandmaster that Zhang Bing and his team worked with disappeared, so they had to act alone.

Of course, if other Grandmasters encountered them, they would team up again, just like Wei Yijian, who had initially asked them to retreat slightly, but later returned to find them.

But now he wants to explore inside, and this squad has suffered more than half casualties, so they can withdraw.

"Of course I do." Zhang Bing said without hesitation.

Wei Yijian nodded and walked inside first. As they moved forward little by little, they could feel the fog getting thinner and thinner. In the end, even ordinary people like Zhang Bing could see it with the naked eye.

"Master Wei... this, this wave has passed?"

"Let's walk around a bit more."

After walking for another two minutes, the building that was previously hidden in the thick fog also appeared.

Yes, architecture.

They are basically old-style, with low houses and gray brick walls, but there are a few electric poles and even the wires are still there.

However, Wei Yijian and others were not too surprised when they saw this.

This passage was originally part of the imperial capital. It was occupied by heretics and infected people when people didn't know much about them in the past. Later, they dragged them to this place and became part of the passage.

And that was a century ago, when the old was replaced by the new.

"It is indeed in the past..." Wei Yijian's last word was almost inaudible, because at the same time, he saw a wristwatch.

He also has this watch.

It is unique to Grandmasters and is used to transmit messages and record information, similar to the black box on an airplane. Due to the special rarity of the material, it is currently only equipped to Grandmasters.

He walked over, picked it up, and saw the words engraved on the inside: "It is from the former Grandmaster Liu Tang."

Zhang Bing let out a low cry, his face showing sorrow. The other soldiers also lowered their heads. They were silent for two seconds and began to look around, hoping to find something else, but they only found a broken axe ten meters away.

"Grandmaster Liu blew himself up," Wei Yijian said. "When a Grandmaster blew himself up, he usually left nothing behind."

The soldiers were silent, and Wei Yijian said nothing more. He looked into the distance and could already see a yellow-backed beast. "This minor disaster should be over."

…

"This minor disaster should be over," someone at the Public Security Bureau shared the same analysis. With no further alarms, the thick fog in the passageway barely affected visibility—a rare occurrence.

Even if no minor disaster occurs, the semi-permanent passage is always shrouded in fog most of the time, and only rarely is there basically no fog.

Generally speaking, this means safety, and many of their research on semi-permanent passages was also carried out at this time.

Grandmaster Zhang's face showed a look of relief, but before he could fully exhale, someone else came to report: "Grandmaster Liu Tangqian... has died."

…

"Damn, it's finally over!" In an alley in the imperial capital, a man in his thirties breathed a sigh of relief.

As a congenital, he just encountered a mental heretic - fortunately it was not a mental heretic space, but even so, it almost made him commit suicide.

"Thank goodness I have such strong mental strength, I'm a potential Grandmaster!" The man wiped his sweat off his forehead and saw a woman at the other end of the alley smiling. Just as he was about to say something, the woman's expression changed, "Senior Brother!"

"What?" The man turned around quickly. Could it be that the heretic hadn't left yet? "You go first, I'll stop it. My mental strength is stronger than yours! Go!"

"Your knife, brother!" The woman's mouth twitched, "It's on your abdomen!"

The man lowered his head and found that the knife had stabbed into his stomach without him knowing when.

"Master, Junior Sister..." the man said intermittently, "Save, save me..."

…

Some people are parting, some are sad, and some are happy.

After Yang Zheng became a Grandmaster, the entire martial arts competition venue became a sea of ​​joy. Of course, there were also some discord, such as the emotions of several people in the Imperial Capital Team, who were a little complicated at the time.

We should be thankful—Yang Zheng is already a Grandmaster! It doesn't matter if they can't beat him!

However, Yang Zheng is the same age as them and is already a Grandmaster!

Yes, yes, Wei Yijian had already become a Grandmaster a few months ago, but Wei Yijian had long been a genius of the Fushan School, and Yang Zheng...

At this time, Yang Zheng was slowly performing the monkey act on the stage. Her black, red, and gold cloak fluttered back and forth with her movements, and there were bursts of cheers all around.

Just like that, he is a master!

Zheng Chunqiang couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

The author has something to say:

Automatically return on Monday, o(*￣︶￣*)o

Thank you very much for your support. I will continue to work hard!