The Pamir Plateau, with an altitude of more than 4,500 meters, has a very harsh climate. The ground is gray-brown and turns into frozen soil in late autumn.
In the sky, a cold super battleship was suspended. Inside the cabin, the deputy of the relevant department sat there quietly, tapping the table lightly with his fingers. He did not speak, thinking about something.
"Old scores, metamorphosis, inner scenes... Are you looking for these? Do you want to get in touch with them? Do you want to keep digging and understanding them? The only reason you come here is for profit."
The deputy of the relevant department spoke calmly, looking coldly at the master of the new art field, and said: "We have cooperated with Lao Chen for many years, and we will not do anything to make people feel disappointed."
The super grandmaster in the field of new arts, dressed in snow-white clothes, spotless. Although he is a middle-aged man, he has an extraordinary temperament.
He nodded to show his understanding.
In his opinion, this is normal. When it comes to the other party's level, no matter whether he is nostalgic or concerned about the big picture, it is impossible for him to do something disheartening at this time.
But he is confident that he can cooperate with Jiu Tu in the future and take over the exploration organization in full. This involves the interests of all parties. Once the trend is formed, no one can stop it.
There were other people in the battleship as well. Some frowned, while others remained silent. They knew that the heads of the relevant departments were really old and wanted to increase their lifespan.
Finally, someone spoke up and started to warn people. They didn't want people in the new technology field to extend their hands too far, so they gave warnings and intimidation first.
Because everything needs to take time.
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Today, many warships came to Congling, belonging to different organizations. The identities of some of them were not simple, and among them there were important figures from the chaebol.
In some super battleships, there are also big figures in the field of new technologies who come to visit in person and have secret talks with the chaebols.
In addition, there are also situations where various forces gather together on an interstellar spaceship to discuss matters.
"Old Chen is the last ray of light in the field of the old art. After he falls, there is no one left on this road. The other so-called masters of the old art are too far behind. No one can rise again. The old art is over!"
"I think that the resources can be allocated to the new technique. Whether in terms of growth potential or life-extending effect, the old technique is completely defeated and there is no comparison."
"The end point of the old technique, if the so-called immortals had existed, they could indeed look down on all sides. However, now the road to Bodhisattvas and immortals is broken and no longer accessible. The immortals themselves should have died in ancient times. Times are changing, and the new technique is indeed worth supporting. At least the benefits in the short term are real. Who doesn't have old age? Who is not afraid of death? The new technique can prolong life!"
"In the short term, it is necessary to support new techniques, but in the long term, old techniques cannot be lost!"
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This kind of secret transaction naturally has a harmonious atmosphere at the beginning, but once it starts, there will be fierce bargaining. Even if some big forces see the most tangible benefits in the short term, they cannot completely abandon certain legends.
But unfortunately, no one who followed the old art path joined the negotiation, and became a discarded pawn. Because Lao Chen was about to die, other people in the old art field were not qualified to sit here.
On the gray-brown frozen soil of the Congling Mountains, Lao Chen walked forward, and everyone in the new technique camp looked solemn.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The earth trembled violently, and a tall figure appeared and walked out from behind a mountain. He was ten meters tall, like a giant in mythology.
He had long golden hair, dark pupils, bronze skin, and a strong body. He was holding a chain hammer in his hand. The hammer weighed at least a thousand pounds, and he swung it easily, causing the thick iron chain to rattle.
He took big steps, bringing with him a strong wind, with sand and rocks flying along the way, as if a huge demon had come into the world!
There is wind when large beasts move around, let alone a big guy like him running wildly.
Wang Xuan was touched when he saw this scene, and said: "What did the people over there on the new star do? I think that in a thousand or hundred years, most of humanity will be torn apart and in opposition. These so-called genetic super-bodies and new human offshoots may not consider themselves to be human beings at that time, and may even set up a separate race!"
At the same time, he also thought, could the ancient monsters and demons be the result of human genetic mutations and alternative evolution?
Wu Chenglin was surprised, turned around and smiled, "Young man, you think a lot, but don't worry, there are various preventive measures and methods, and the reproductive ability of the genetic super body will disappear after three generations."
Boom!
It was like a landslide. The ten-meter-tall genetic super body smashed the chain hammer violently while running. The hammer head weighing a thousand pounds was simply unstoppable after being blessed like this. Anyone who touched it would be turned into a meat paste!
It was impossible for Lao Chen to resist, so he dodged it. There was a loud bang on the spot, and a huge deep pit was created. The frozen soil exploded, and many large cracks spread into the distance.
The ten-meter-tall genetic super body was agile and powerful. He wielded a thousand-pound chain hammer and kept smashing it towards Lao Chen.
Those who practiced the old martial arts were all worried for Lao Chen. The grandmaster was also a human being, with flesh and blood, and would explode if hit by a thousand-pound iron hammer.
clang!
Lao Chen drew out the dark sword, then ran at high speed, dodging the chain hammer that fell from the sky several times, and rushed in front of the giant in an instant.
The ten-meter-tall genetic super body raised its foot and stomped violently towards Lao Chen. However, although he was very agile, he could not compare with Lao Chen in terms of flexibility and speed.
Old Chen moved like a bolt of lightning, swift and powerful. The black sword in his hand slashed the giant's ankle with a "puff", and blood immediately gushed out.
"Ah..." The ten-meter-tall genetic super body screamed and almost fell to the ground in pain. His foot could only touch the ground lightly and he dared not exert any more effort.
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