As a result, a large group of people linger at the border ports of China every day, but few are able to enter the country legally. Even if they succeed in sneaking in, they will be quickly expelled due to their conspicuous skin color and appearance.
Shenzhou has never been kind to refugees from outside. Moreover, with the world in turmoil, how could it possibly bring in foreign nationalities to cause trouble for itself?
At that time, it would be easier to invite a god than to send him away. The people of China are generally soft-hearted. They would not sympathize with refugees, but it would be hard to say if it was a living person.
Of course there are exceptions for those with real skills.
Fully armed soldiers stood straight like spears, indifferent to tens of thousands of refugees. If anyone dared to cross the yellow line, they would fire a warning shot first, and kill them with the second shot without hesitation.
Today there is no international public opinion, only the influence of Chinese society.
Foreigners have no influence on public opinion, especially in Qin.
Suddenly, an old man in ragged clothes and disheveled hair walked out of the crowd. He walked straight to the checkpoint and crossed the yellow line without any hesitation.
Bang!
A gunshot rang out in the sky, and at the same time a gun was pointed at the old man.
"First warning, stop."
Yang Cang took another step forward, and just as he was about to speak, a bullet flew out. He subconsciously used the body-protection method, and with a clang, the bullet was crushed in mid-air.
Seeing this, Qin Bing immediately realized that the other party was a cultivator and quickly pressed the alarm.
Accompanied by a sharp alarm, the monks stationed here responded immediately, and iron blocks weighing hundreds of tons flew into the air from the inner circle of the border.
It crashed directly into Yang Cang with a force comparable to a golden elixir attack, while consuming only a few spirit stones.
This is the latest equipment used by the Shenzhou government to deal with monks, a piece of iron foundation-building magic weapon. It is useless against powerful monks, but it is a powerful weapon against local monks.
The alloy iron blocks that can keep up with the monks' mobility, weighing hundreds of tons, would smash down, and even a golden elixir would have to work hard to resist just by relying on kinetic energy. The local monks had basically no solution to these powerful weapons, and they would hit them with one hit.
The only problem is that it can easily turn into a demolition machine when used in cities, which can easily maximize losses.
Yang Cang raised his hand slightly, and all the iron blocks were lifted easily. Hundreds of tons of alloy seemed as light as cotton in his hands.
Taoist secret method of moving mountains and chasing the moon.
"I want to see you..."
Before he could finish his words, a huge formation unfolded, and chains rose from the ground and imprisoned Yang Cang.
When did the Shenzhou government become so powerful? There are formations and magic weapons.
Yang Cang was slightly surprised, then he raised his hand and waved the Six Talents Divine Light to penetrate the formation.
A formation that cost over ten billion was destroyed just like that, and it only delayed him for a dozen seconds.
A dozen seconds was enough for the Jindan cultivators in the Qin army to react. The formation dissipated, and figures appeared standing in the sky.
A total of 5 Jindan monks.
The rest of the monks' troops on the ground formed a military formation and rushed over. A tiger-shaped shadow condensed in the void.
The rest are various modern cutting-edge weapons.
Surrounded again.
Yang Cang calculated with his fingers and realized that it was another fatal disaster. He had not been back to Shenzhou for a few years and the government here was so powerful, even more powerful than before.
But he was fearless. Since the immortal had been reincarnated, he had nothing to fear!
The master once said that only immortals can protect you from wind and rain, so when you encounter danger, just call on the immortals.
As for the consequences? He was a loyal hero for five generations of Tianji Pavilion. Five consecutive generations of Pavilion Masters had been fortune-telling for immortals to explore the truth of heaven and earth before they died. The first and second times they asked about the method of resurrection, the third time they asked about the measure of heaven and earth, the fourth time they asked about the method of prolonging life, and the fifth time they asked about the method of breakthrough.
This was the fifth time that Yang Cang asked for help from Taiyin Star Lord for methods to break through and prolong life before he died. He was better than his predecessors in divination, so he asked twice.
To put it bluntly, clinging to the strong is the way for the Tianji Pavilion to survive. In the Immortal Dao era, it is definitely clinging to the immortals. The other party is the strongest in the world, and at the same time has a long life, so selling favors is the most valuable.
His Tianji Pavilion has generations of loyal heroes, so what's wrong with being a little arrogant?
Yang Cang opened his voice and said, "I am the descendant of the immortal, who dares to hurt me! Hurry up and call you to come here. I have something important to do and I need to find the immortal. If I delay you, who will be held responsible?"
The sound spread in all directions, and the Qin army, which was originally full of murderous intent, suddenly stopped.
The golden elixirs in the sky looked at each other, communicated continuously through voice transmission, and finally decided to report to the flying general first.
After all, it involves immortals, so it is better to be careful.
Soon one of the Jindans landed on the ground, saluted with his hands and said, "Senior, the flying general wants to see you."
Recruit?
Yang Cang frowned slightly when he heard this word. He remembered that Fei Jiang was only a cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage. How could he have the honor to see him use the word "see"?
However, since he had something to ask for help, he suppressed his inner dissatisfaction and nodded slightly.
Two hours later, a special plane made an emergency landing in Xianyang.
Yang Cang came to the government office building and was taken to the door of an office.
He pushed the door open and saw a woman sitting at a desk.
She had shoulder-length hair and wore a black military uniform. Her facial features were sharp and majestic, and her dark eyes were deep and ethereal.
What is most striking is her aura, which is as bright as the star of Ziwei and as majestic as the world.
This person is not simple.
Yang Cang put away his inner contempt, but he did not want to be weak in momentum.
"I am the descendant of the immortal. I have something important to report to the immortal. I hope you can help me find one or two."
The woman did not answer and continued to sign the document.
Yang Cang frowned and said, "This matter is of great importance, my friend. You will not be able to take responsibility if you delay it."
"If you don't want to help, forget it."
Yang Cang waved his sleeves and left. As soon as he turned around and took a step, he was frozen in place. A powerful aura came from behind him.
Nascent Soul cultivation.
He was only at the foundation-building stage, so he was definitely no match for him. But Yang Cang was not afraid, and he couldn't help laughing in his heart.
He turned around and scolded, "How dare you! I am a descendant of an immortal, how dare you hurt me!"
Wei Xi put down the pen in his hand, placed his hands flat on the table, raised his eyes slightly and finally looked at Yang Cang.
Her voice was elegant and majestic, with a hint of teasing in it, as she said, "I am the immortal's wife, how can I hurt you?"
Yang Cang was stunned for a moment, then he opened his mouth slightly and asked: "Ah?"
There were a thousand thoughts in his mind, his fingers kept calculating, and beads of sweat kept dripping from his forehead.
It seems that my teacher-ancestor really is the wife of an immortal. Isn’t the wife of an immortal a star deity?
He knelt down slowly, bowed his hands and bowed solemnly, and said, "Junior Yang, I pay my respects to the Madam."
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