He Changzhi and the researchers were stunned. For more than ten days, they tried their best to get some "specimens" from the gray cloud, but they failed again and again. Unexpectedly, a man suddenly appeared and cut off a specimen with a sword!
Because of the special nature of the Noble Phantasm world, He Changzhi and the researchers under him are actually the proud ones of the entire world. They will not look down on monks and monsters, but they still regard themselves as above them.
Noble phantom experts of their level would be treated with utmost courtesy in any country in the world.
So He Changzhi and his students couldn't think of a solution, so they felt that this was a worldwide problem that no one would be able to solve in the short term.
But they didn't expect that the monk, who was not valued by them, solved the problem lightly.
There was a huge gap between the old and the young, and they were unwilling to accept this result. The researcher subconsciously denied the other party's ability: "Just cutting off a piece is of no use. The gray cloud is a whole, and it is difficult to preserve the sample after it is separated from the mother body.
This monk may be powerful in combat, but he will never have a complete set of theories and know how to keep them properly like real researchers like us..."
Before he could finish speaking, he saw a small black dragon grabbing the gray cloud in its mouth and flying back into the monk's hand!
The researcher was suddenly stuck, but he still said stubbornly: "Look, how can there be such a preserved sample? It has a rough and unskilled beauty..." The more he spoke, the lower his voice became, and gradually he could no longer speak.
In fact, he knew in his heart that they hadn't even studied how to preserve the samples because they were stuck on how to obtain the samples.
Judging from the fact that they cannot even obtain samples, preserving samples should be a huge problem for them. It is possible that even if they can obtain samples, they will not be able to preserve them reasonably.
Such blatant contempt for the other party made it difficult to deceive his own heart, and it was also difficult to deceive his mentor, so he could not continue talking.
His mentor gently patted his shoulder and sighed bitterly. As a researcher, the most painful thing is that you have tried your best but can't do as well as others.
As the top Noble Phantasm expert in the world, He Changzhi was undoubtedly hit even harder.
The researcher saw that the teacher seemed to have aged several years in an instant, and immediately said firmly: "No matter who he is, no matter how powerful he is, he must be far inferior to us in terms of research!
People like him can only fight. If they want to understand the nature of the gray cloud and make contributions to the entire world, they have to rely on us. At best, he can only be regarded as our tool, taking risks to collect samples for us."
Didi didi!
The Noble Phantasm in front of them suddenly sounded rapidly, and a special red appeared on the light screen, and a subtitle flashed out: Soul power beyond the numerical range has been detected!
They couldn't see Song Zheng's Yang Shen magical power with the naked eye, but a nearly level 14 treasure phantom could detect it. However, based on their experience, they had no idea what kind of magical power it was.
The researcher was stunned, because he clearly saw that the man was "gazing" at the sample. Was he... analyzing the sample?
After waiting for a while, the monk seemed to have the results, collected the samples and was about to leave.
The researcher found it hard to accept that in such a short period of time, the other party had already completed the analysis! He kept saying: "Impossible, how is this possible..."
He Changzhi suddenly went crazy: "We can't let him go, the defenders, attack quickly and capture him, we need samples!"
Up and down the steel beacon tower, all the defenders were sweating coldly and remained silent. No one accepted this order.
"Are you all deaf? Attack quickly! The gray cloud sample held by that person is crucial! Get it back at all costs!" He Changzhi transformed into a mad scientist.
The highest officer of the garrison, the regimental commander, stood up, smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Sir, this is impossible. You have also seen how powerful that person is. Even if there is a level 13 combat weapon, we dare not
Let's start the battle lightly, not to mention we only have eleven level combat equipment.
To rashly attack that Excellency is just to seek death. If we big soldiers die, we will die, but you guys are national treasures. I have to be responsible for the motherland and cannot carry out this order of yours."
He Changzhi suddenly realized that, yes, attacking such a monk was completely a suicidal charge...
Suddenly his mind moved and he ordered: "Prepare the flying boat. I'm going to have a talk with your Excellency."
The leader trembled: "Sir, please don't..."
"Go quickly!" He Changzhi said firmly: "He is also a human being. I think we can cooperate."
"This is very risky, sir. I must remind you that he lurked there secretly and obviously didn't want us to find out." The regiment leader also wanted to persuade him, but He Changzhi threatened him with death. No one's persuasion was of any use. The regiment leader had no choice but to
He piloted the flying boat himself and accompanied He Changzhi there.
Song Zheng was about to leave when he suddenly felt something in his heart. He saw a Noble Phantasm flying boat flying out from under a steel beacon on one side of the defense line. It crossed the power grid, but did not dare to approach the gray fog. After it stopped, there was a man with white hair.
The old man took a huge risk and got out of the flying boat, waving and shouting at him.
Song Zheng's thoughts moved slightly and he flew over. The old man saw him coming and was very excited: "Hello, may I ask for your orders? I am He Changzhi, academician of White Horse Academy, and I want to cooperate with you.
I guarantee that this research result will be jointly signed by you and me, and you will be the second signatory."
He patted his chest: "You can inquire about my reputation in academia, He Changzhi, and I will not appropriate your achievements."
Song Zheng understood. He raised his hand, and a gray cloud floated on his palm: "You want this?"
He Changzhi nodded repeatedly: "This sample is very precious. Our five top research teams in Rizhao Country have tried their best to separate a trace of the sample from the gray cloud. This sample in your hands is extremely precious.
It is of great significance to our entire world's struggle against evil gods."
Song Zheng asked: "If the sample is given to you, how confident are you that you can develop a way to fight against the evil god?"
He Changzhi opened his mouth, but then sighed with regret and said: "I really want to give you a definite promise, but I can't. To be honest, I'm not sure.
The evil god is a creature that we have never seen before. He is different from those foreign monks. This will be a completely new field.
But I can assure you that I will try my best!"
Song Zheng thought for a while and said: "I don't need any joint signature, I can sell you this sample." He Changzhi was overjoyed. He cared more about the independent signature of the research results than money.
In this case, when the moment of victory is achieved, his name will appear alone and gloriously in this period of history forever.
"How much do you want?" He couldn't help but feel a little excited.
Song Zheng shook his head: "I don't want money, I want a level 13 combat weapon."
Behind He Changzhi, the group leader said dissatisfiedly: "The lion's mouth is wide open."
Song Zheng turned around to leave, but He Changzhi quickly kicked the group leader: "Don't talk nonsense!" He quickly called out to Song Zheng: "Your Excellency, please stay. This matter is too important. Please give me some time. I want to apply for approval from the top."
one time."
Song Zheng nodded: "Okay. Give me a homophonic treasure, and let me know when you make a decision."
He Changzhi quickly asked for a homophonic treasure and handed it to Song Zheng with both hands: "You must keep in touch at all times." Song Zheng smiled, nodded and left.
He Changzhi said goodbye loudly from behind: "Your Excellency, please go slowly."
He quickly returned to the steel beacon tower and said with red eyes: "Contact me the head of state, I want a level 13 combat weapon!" The leader trembled: "Sir..."
He Changzhi had already entered the crazy state of a researcher. He only had that sample in his heart. He waved him away and contacted the senior management personally.
…
After Song Zheng left, he had a bold idea in his mind: Rizhao State has five research groups, but what about the other three major powers? What about the other second-tier powers?
They may have also sent a similar research team. If each country sells a sample of Huiyun... it's a level 13 combat weapon. Song Zheng wiped his saliva.
Just how to find these research groups?
…
The Tianzun special team exited the range of Huiyun and returned to the general headquarters. The entire team was waiting for orders outside the tactical room. Long Moke came out personally and called Miao Sanli, Geng Yi and Jia Zhen in, while the rest rested in place.
In the tactics room, the three of them performed military salutes, and on the round table opposite them, the marshals took their seats.
Long Moke asked in a deep voice: "I called you here because you have truly seen the situation under the gray clouds with your own eyes. Before we make the final decision, we want to seek your opinions."
Miao Sanli stood at attention: "Marshal, may I ask?"
"Do you think it is possible to kill the evil god by bombarding him with level 13 combat equipment?"
Miao Sanli did not hesitate: "With all due respect, Marshal, this has no chance of success."
The marshals were not surprised. In fact, Miao Sanli's answer was consistent with their judgment. Long Moke asked again: "What if dozens of level 13 combat equipment were bombarded at the same time?"
Miao Sanli thought for a moment, then shook her head and said, "I'm afraid that won't work either."
"What if dozens of level 13 combat equipment were transported into the gray cloud and bombarded at close range?"
After Miao Sanli thought carefully, she replied: "I still feel that there is little hope, but if this is the only option, please let me and my team carry out this mission."
Currently, only they can perform this task. Once others enter the gray cloud range, they will immediately become followers of the evil god.
Long Moke nodded slowly: "Okay, you can go out and rest, but be prepared, orders may be issued at any time."
"yes!"
After Miao Sanli and the others left, the door of the tactics room was closed. A large level 13 noble phantom was quickly activated outside the door, and the surroundings were closely monitored, because what the marshals discussed next was related to the fate of the entire world!