On the helicopter, there was a lot of space, divided into three rows. Rhodes and his assistants sat in the front, Galen and Seaman in the middle, and his subordinates in the back. Some of his subordinates still couldn't sit, but the cars they took were changed from
The ground leaves.
The driver was a member of Lessardi. After learning the specific situation, he hurriedly left the place where right and wrong were.
Garen sat by the plane window, looking down through the glass at the moving sea of trees below.
Between the sea of dark green trees mixed with yellow and red, you can see apes and flying birds and eagles from time to time.
Just as the plane gained altitude and passed over the mouth of a large white waterfall, Garon's super vision instantly scanned the edge of the waterfall, where a young woman on crutches stood.
This woman was standing in a clearing, with a wooden hut behind her. The hut was completely integrated into the woods, and you couldn't tell it apart unless you had super strong eyesight.
As if aware of Garen's gaze, the woman raised her head and glanced towards the plane. Her eyes turned out to be pale gold and looked very beautiful, reflecting the slight golden light of the sun.
Garen was slightly startled, and when he wanted to continue taking a closer look, the plane had already passed over the waterfall, lowered its altitude and rushed towards the large plains, rivers and forest ahead.
"There used to be some nature-loving hermits living in this area, and the Original Color Group lived in peace with them. Later, these residents suddenly disappeared, leaving only a few remaining huts. Those are the ones you see." Rhodes turned around and explained.
, he saw the direction of Garen's line of sight in the reflector.
"I saw a woman standing in front of the hut just beside the waterfall. Who is she?" Gallon asked.
"Women? Impossible." Rhodes smiled, "The wooden house here has been abandoned for many years. You are talking about the woodland cabin, I have been here several times, and the original color people called it that. There used to be a
The woman, but then disappeared, it is said that she has been missing for many years."
Garen frowned.
"I saw that woman's eyes were golden."
Rhodes looked startled.
"No, who has golden eyes? You must have seen it wrong. Reflection from the sun can also cause an illusion."
"Maybe..." Garen also temporarily put this trivial matter behind him.
He leaned slightly on the leather seat of the back seat and began to pay attention to the attribute bar below his field of vision.
Soul Seed: Northern Halberdier Han Yan Zhen Shui Xie Gong.’
'The Void Stalker: The inheritor of the ancient Yinduo civilization. He has been a mortal enemy of the void race for generations. He has the innate ability to heal and strengthen himself by seizing the core of void creatures. That is the innate power eternally endowed by the mysterious power of the ancient Yinduo.'
'Cold Hell Peacock Kung Fu: The first level of entry (there are five basic levels, three derived levels, and eight levels of full power). Each level of the skill will purify one's own bloodline, and gradually move closer to the cold hell peacock physique, and finally
Achieve the highest form of the Cold Hell Peacock King. The limit is the legion level.'
‘Seven-star life point**: fourth floor (seventh floor in total)’
‘Violin Mastery: Second. Mastery Level. (Three levels in total)’
He noticed that his potential points had increased to more than a hundred points. Obviously, the mask he wore on his face anytime and anywhere played an extremely critical role, but now it was obviously starting to increase slowly.
This mask almost adds nearly a hundred potential points to him. This is a very considerable amount of income. Although it is not as good as the total number of all the previous antiques combined, it is only the second of the twelve masks after all. If it can be
If all the remaining masks are obtained, then the potential points obtained are likely to be an extremely considerable amount.
His eyes fell on his major secret martial arts, and the true effect of the Cold Prison Peacock Kung Fu had not yet been realized. What he was using now was just his already strong physical fitness.
After hesitating for a moment, his eyes fell directly on the Cold Hell Peacock Kung Fu. After three consecutive seconds, the Peacock Kung Fu icon trembled, and then there was no response. The potential points showed no signs of change, and it was obvious that the potential points could not be used.
Direct enhancement.
The Cold Prison Peacock Technique comes from the mysterious secret martial arts seeds of life. Garen sorted out the memories in his mind.
Information about this secret martial art immediately emerged. The function of the first level is only to build the foundation and initially spread the seeds throughout the body. The second level is where the practice really begins.
The second level is achieved. According to the secret martial arts data memory, it should be possible to contain a strange cold poison in the palm power. If it were in the totem world, it might become a powerful cold poison halo covering the surroundings, but in this world it is only
Can be displayed on the poison of palm power.
This is a basic secret weapon that is common to all worlds. By simply improving physical fitness, after the seven-star life point ** is superimposed, it can reach the limit of 30 points of strength, but it is still severely damaged. This is not a simple issue of strength and speed, but
It’s about restraining the secret weapons. With that kind of sword technique, the moment the opponent strikes, the moment he strikes, if you don’t understand the secret or use the same level of secret weapons to counteract it, you can only get beaten. It’s difficult to deal with Jiu.
The level of the Head Dragon King Nadia, but this secret martial arts is different. When the secret martial arts of life reaches a certain height, it will have extremely strong various effects on the body. It may also produce some special effects.
Garen began to concentrate on thinking about the information about the second level.
'In an extremely cold place, a piece of white malachite.'
These are the two conditions needed to reach the second level.
This extremely cold place can even be simulated with modern technology, but white malachite?
He only knows about green malachite, but he has no idea about the white one. Maybe this is not the kind of malachite he understands at all?
He threw the question directly to Hessus.
"Malachite? White? What do you want that for?" Hesas seemed a little surprised.
"Of course it is necessary to practice secret martial arts." Garen made no secret of it.
"This is a bit troublesome. If I remember correctly, the malachite you require in your secret martial arts is not the green stone you understand, but another stone called the slime peacock." Hesas explained, "The slime peacock
It is a kind of invisible creature. It exists in many worlds, and it should also exist in this world. You need to find it yourself. There is nothing I can do.'
"Okay..." Garen temporarily put aside the progress of the secret martial arts. The name of the Cold Prison Peacock Kung Fu sounds very powerful, but he doesn't know exactly how much increase it can have, and whether it can help him cope with the increasingly urgent situation.
Nine-Headed Dragon King Nadia.
When he came back to his senses, the helicopter was landing slowly. Seaman was sitting on the left hand side and fell asleep. His saliva drooled on the black clothes on his chest. The wind dried them and gave off a smell.
"We're here." Rhodes greeted quickly. "There are people from our group here to help. Mr. Gallon doesn't have to worry about the troubles from Yuanse for the time being. No one here will leak the news."
"Thank you very much." Garen nodded. Looking down from the plane window, he saw a group of waiting people standing in the center of the gray-white circular airport with a red cross engraved on it. They wore their children and gray-green military uniforms.
. Wearing a beret. Standing upright, holding a black submachine gun in his hand.
Garen glanced around. The airport was surrounded by high walls and there were many patrolling berets walking around. It seemed to be a military base.
The helicopter descended slowly, and Rhodes got off the plane first. Faced with the salute from the officer below, he quickly and forcefully returned the salute. Then he whispered a few words to the leading black officer, who nodded to express understanding.
Rhodes then quickly turned back to greet Garen.
"Everything is arranged. Mr. Gallon." He smiled, not facing the panic and nervousness of the terrorists at all. "I know you really want to ask why we value you so much and actually take the initiative to make friends with you without considering it.
Baihuang and Yuanse, this answer is a long story, can we chat while eating?"
"Thank you for the hospitality." Garen smiled. Top conglomerates like the Lessardi Group were also the ones he needed to unite with.
Such large groups often have exaggerated power and strength that is jaw-dropping. He is not crazy. If it is not necessary, who would look for trouble to antagonize such a world-class large group?
If a person gets to the point where he is the enemy of the whole world, then he has truly failed.
But it is true, as Rhodes said, he is really curious about the other party's intentions.
The group of people surrounded Garen and Rhodes, introducing the situation here while walking towards the airport restaurant.
The airport is located in the suburbs, on a plain carved out of the forest on the edge of St. Jade City. This time, a celebrity chef from a well-known international hotel was even extravagantly invited to prepare delicacies for Gallon.
After sitting down in a white restaurant, facing the steaming table food, Galen and Seaman just ate some casually and put down their knives and forks. The taste here is very sweet, very sweet, and the chili pepper and sweet drinks are mixed together.
The food tastes weird.
Rhodes noticed this and showed a trace of apology on his face.
"Sorry, I didn't treat you well."
"It doesn't matter, let's get down to business. Your Lesardi Group should know a lot about the Original Color Group, right? In this little time, you should also understand my identity and background, right?" Gallon said bluntly.
Rhodes smiled sarcastically.
"As you expected, I just got all the information." He waved his hand, and the men in the restaurant immediately dispersed and pushed out the door, guarding the door.
"As the King of Nighthawks, we should not get involved in the conflict between you and the White Phoenix, but..." Rhodes paused and looked at Garen cautiously.
"Here, I would like to confirm your identity again."
"Identity?" Garen raised his eyebrows, feeling that there was something in the other person's words.
"Are you really a pure human being?" Rhodes asked seriously.
Garen was stunned, not expecting that the other party would suddenly ask this question.
"Of course, I am purely human." He answered without any hesitation.
Rhodes stared at him closely, as if judging the credibility of this answer.
"Do I need to lie to you?" Garen smiled and touched He-Man's little head next to him, "You'd better just tell me what's wrong. I still have things to deal with, so I can't stay here for a long time."
Rhodes nodded, looked down at the watch on his wrist, and seemed to have finally confirmed something. His expression suddenly became complicated and weird, as if he was holding back some excitement and joy.
"Then I'll get it straight." He considered his words. "To be honest, our Lesardi Group has been studying the topic of the ultimate power of human beings. We have been trying to find a way to become the hope of ordinary human beings.
Road. Can you understand it like this?" (To be continued...)