Under the night of the capital, there are still gorgeous lights shining, and there are faint distant cheers, which radiate to every corner of the capital under the shining neon lights.
The outer suburbs of Beijing.
This is a rare bungalow area in the capital area. The bungalows with some last century decoration style sit silently in the darkness, which seems to be in sharp contrast with the faint cheers coming from the capital.
The bungalows are like small boxes dotted in this dark place.
The winding and narrow paths are like capillaries, connecting the bungalows together.
A burly figure walked on the narrow path between the bungalows. After several flashbacks, he turned into an unattractive courtyard.
Pushing open the rickety lacquered wooden door of the courtyard, a large, disheveled man squatted on the threshold, holding a large pig bone in one hand and gnawing imagelessly on it.
Seeing someone coming in, the big man raised his head and glanced at the person, then continued to fight the big pig bone in his hand.
Without saying a word, Thirty-One threw the silver box in his hand to the big man.
The big man stopped what he was doing, threw the big pig bones aside, skillfully sucked the oil from his fingers, and looked up at Thirty.
"Why are you alone? Where are Sixty-One and the others? Were they attacked by the group of Gene Sect?"
"It was not done directly by people from the genetic sect."
Thirty shook his head. There was a clear crack on the pieced-together grimace mask on his face.
The big man looked at the cracks on Thirty's grimace mask, with a look of interest on his face: "The fight was so fierce? Could it be that the Grand Master was dispatched?"
"No, there are only a few grandmasters in total. For such a material, I'm afraid they can't produce a grandmaster. Then who will take action? Twenty-one? Or twenty-five?"
"None of that."
Thirty still shook his head, and there was unconcealable fatigue in his voice: "The people from the Gene Sect did not take action directly, but issued a mission in the martial arts hall, and several people who accepted the mission came to intercept and kill us."
"How many warriors in the martial arts hall have made you so miserable?"
At this time, the big man's eyes finally became surprised, and he looked up and down at thirty: "They all folded sixty-one?"
"Um."
Thirty nodded slightly.
"Who is taking action? A grandmaster-level warrior would not be so bored to take on such a task. There are only a few hundred or so of the top six-level warriors under the grandmaster in the martial arts hall..."
The big man frowned and was thinking.
However, the thirty-year-old man in front of him still shook his head: "That man... doesn't seem to be from the martial arts school. He is very young. He looks to be in his teens. His strength is on par with mine. Even the last sword he made was even more powerful than mine."
I couldn't stop it and almost died in his hands."
As he spoke, Thirty subconsciously touched the mask on his face.
Although the wound under the mask has healed, there still seems to be a faint pain.
The martial arts will contained in that young man's last sword strike was so powerful.
That strong and domineering will almost turned into substance and attacked him head on.
If she hadn't reacted quickly, she would have been split in half with that sword strike.
Until now, it's hard for her to imagine.
How could someone's martial arts will be condensed to that point?
Are there still people who regard martial arts will as the focus of martial arts practice?
"Is that person strong?"
The big man noticed Thirty's somewhat absent-minded expression and asked aloud.
"Very strong."
Thirty nodded: "His strength is definitely not inferior to mine."
"and……"
She paused and then said: "During the whole process of fighting me, he didn't use Gang Qi at all. He just relied on the strength of his body to beat me on par."
"Didn't you use Gang Qi?"
Even the big man's face changed completely at this time, with a look of disbelief on his face: "Are you sure?"
"I'm sure."
Thirty nodded firmly.
She actually didn't understand why the young man didn't use even a trace of Gang Qi until the end.
Is it to hone your fighting will? Or...
"Are you sure that person is not from the Gene Sect?"
The big man asked: "Without using Gang Qi, relying on the body to block your attack, this is probably difficult for even an ordinary master to do, right?"
Thirty hesitated now.
Because of their ideological differences, the geneticists had little communication with them.
She originally thought that the boy would not be a member of the Gene Sect, but now she thought about it, if he was not a member of the Gene Sect, why would he have such a strong body?
But how could a person from the Gene Sect have such a strong martial will?
This is completely unreasonable?
For a while, thirty also felt a little confused.
"Forget it, no matter who it is, at least they brought the materials back."
Seeing that Thirty was deep in thought, the big man stopped asking questions. He stretched out his greasy hand and patted the silver-white box: "With this material, our research can go to a higher level. When the time comes,
, we will have the opportunity to surpass the genetic faction and truly take the lead in the meeting."
"It seems that our researchers are not enough to reach this level..."
Thirty said doubtfully.
"Don't worry, the higher-ups have given us a lot of money this time."
The big man laughed and pointed to the colorful lights in the capital in the distance: "And, why do you think I chose to be in the capital?"
"This is not only a gathering place for the top warriors in the entire Great Xia."
"It is also a gathering place for top scholars from all walks of life..."
…
The speed of the van was not very fast, not even as fast as Wang Jin's running speed.
With Wang Jin's current strength as a sixth-level warrior, even without any skills, if he ran with all his strength, he would be able to leave this van far behind.
But now that Wang Jin was injured, he could only sit in this van and drive slowly towards the capital.
When we arrived in the capital, it was already past nine in the morning, the sun was shining high and it was warm.
Wang Jin asked Chen Chen to drive him directly to the school gate. Only then did Chen Chen and the other three people know that Wang Jin was actually a student at the First Military University of Great Xia, and he was only a freshman.
The van parked in front of the school, very inconspicuous.
Wang Jin got out of the car and was about to walk into the school when Chen Chen and the others got out of the car and bowed solemnly towards Wang Jin.
"Brother Wang, thank you very much for saving our lives this time. I cannot thank you enough for your kindness. If there is any use for us in the future, just give me your instructions."
The three of them said solemnly: "Zhao Yu and I are both at the Luoyang Martial Arts School in the East District of the capital, and Li Xue is also at the Changfeng Martial Arts School in the East District. If anything happens, just give us orders and we will be there without hesitation!"
After hearing this, Wang Jin just smiled, waved to the three of them, and strode into the school.
The three of them looked at Wang Jin's leaving figure, until Wang Jin's figure disappeared at the school gate, and then the three of them looked back with a sense of loss.
"Sigh... In the end, I didn't have the courage to ask him for his contact information..."
Zhao Yu sighed.
Not to mention this is a top handsome guy.
This is most likely a future great master!
"Don't think about it..."
Chen Chen sighed, turned around and got into the car: "Brother Wang Jin is not on the same level as us at all."
"Let's go, how can the fish and shrimp in the water have anything to do with the dragon in the sky?"
…
Wang Jin was still wearing the same clothes that had been torn by thirty daggers last night, and the wounds on his body were exposed without covering up. Although they were scabbed, they still looked a bit shocking.
However, as he walked along, not many people paid attention to Wang Jin.
Because this is the First Military University of Great Xia, it is quite normal to have wounds on your body.
I didn't attract too many people's attention along the way. I just arrived downstairs in the dormitory and happened to bump into Huang Mao who had just come downstairs.
Huang Mao didn't know what he was doing these past two days. He used to follow Wang Jin like a little follower. He was mysterious and had no idea what he was doing these past two days.
At this time, the two of them bumped into each other downstairs in the dormitory. Huang Mao was stunned for a moment, and his eyes immediately widened when he saw the injuries on Wang Jin's body.
"Brother Jin...what are you??"
Huang Mao's eyes widened.
He had heard that Wang Jin had taken over the mission some time ago.
Looking at Brother Jin's appearance now, could it be that he went out to take over another mission?
What kind of mission was this? And he was injured like this?
"Don't worry about adults' affairs."
Wang Jin just waved his hand and walked straight past Huang Mao, leaving Huang Mao standing there and staring.
After returning to the dormitory, Wang Jin tidied up a little and took a shower. The hot water washed over the scars on the body, causing slight pains like knife cuts.
A warrior's body is strong and his blood flow is very difficult for viruses and the like to invade, so Wang Jin is not afraid of wound inflammation at all.
After washing his body and putting on clean clothes, Wang Jin put Xuan Ri away and went straight to Xia Hongzhen's yard.
As soon as he arrived near the courtyard, Wang Jin's footsteps paused.
This courtyard, which was originally extremely quiet with almost no sound, now heard a rather familiar voice coming from afar.
"Master, Master, drink tea."
"Go away! Don't call me master, I don't have an apprentice like you!"
"Master, it's been so many years, why are you so unreasonable? Come on, this is the tea I brought from Eastern Sichuan Province. It is a local specialty. I know that this is the best thing for you, Master, so I brought it to you specially.
of."
"Get out of here, do you hear me?"
"Master, just take a sip..."
Wang Jin walked into the courtyard and saw a tall figure, who was like a pug, with a salivating face and a teacup in both hands, surrounding Xia Hongzhen.
Xia Hongzhen, on the other hand, had a cold face and completely ignored the tall figure in front of him.
Hearing the footsteps, the tall figure turned around, revealing a face that Wang Jin was all too familiar with.