Star Iron: Imaginary numbers? Dude, I play with quantum reconstruction.

Chapter 360 The Time It Takes to Drink a Pot of Tea

"Finally, I can take a break!" March 8th leaned against a tree, having just finished eight sets of 40-kilometer trail running, though she hadn't even reached a fraction of the 1000 sets.

While her fellow disciples were repairing the site, she forced her trembling legs to move and escape from the cave.

"As long as I can get to that place, as long as I can get out of their sight..."

Just as she arrived at the entrance, she froze. There were no starships here... these crazy guys all flew on their own.

"How could this be... No! I don't want to train anymore!"

She stopped thinking and stared at the empty Dongtian Wharf.

"What are you doing? Not practicing your swordsmanship? Are you trying to run away?"

Qiong sat on the tree behind March 7th, and looking at March 7th's listless appearance, he found it somewhat amusing.

"Who...who said we were going to run away?! We...we...we were just thirsty, we were going out to buy a cup of tea to quench our thirst."

Qiong shouted loudly, "Nephews! Gather together! Your eldest sister is thirsty and wants tea. Quickly, bring her some tea!"

March 7th: ?!

What are you doing?!

Upon hearing the commotion, the more than 100 people in the courtyard immediately surrounded March 7th, bringing with them sand and mud.

"Cough cough...cough! Don't run so fast..."

Lukos frowned, turned around and shouted to the crowd, "Anyone who helped out at the Nightless Marquis, come out and get a cup of tea for Senior Sister!"

The more than 100 people stared at each other, looking at each other with wide eyes.

Rukos took a deep breath. "It seems the group who knew how to make tea went to the Prison of Confinement. That's troublesome..."

He looked at March 7th, "This tea..."

March 7th took two steps back, "I'll go buy it myself."

"no!"

More than 100 people objected on the spot. Should they go themselves? What if the senior sister runs away?

“Since Senior Sister is leaving, we’ll follow. After all, it’s not safe outside. The brothers in the Nether Prison have already killed…cough cough, captured nearly a thousand Bu Li people. And the Winged Ones haven’t shown up yet. It’s very dangerous outside.”

March 7th: ?

March 7th internally roared, "Would it kill you to give me a day off?!"

Qiong leaned close to March 7's ear and whispered, "March, I remember you were very confident just two weeks ago, how come you seem to be in trouble today?"

"You haven't already mastered Luofu's swordsmanship, have you?"

March 7th looked at Qiong with a puzzled and resentful gaze and said, "Which eye of yours saw us practicing swordsmanship these past two weeks?"

Qiong was speechless for a moment. He really hadn't seen March 7 practice swordsmanship. Recently, March 7 had been running laps in the cave while lifting barbells.

"Ah... alright then, let your martial uncle teach you. I'll teach you the Luofu Sword Technique in a bit."

"Hey, how did you manage to elevate your own seniority?"

......

Chang Letian — The Lord of Never Sleeps

"Qiong, how did you convince those 100-plus people? They really aren't coming?"

"Of course, I am their senior martial uncle. My words carry weight. But don't even think about escaping; there's no escaping the training."

Qiong picked up the teacup, took a sip, and then coughed.

"Cough, cough—! Why is it so bitter and astringent? I should have ordered milk tea."

Just as Qiong finished complaining, she heard a voice behind her.

"Exactly! It was bitter, astringent, and scalding hot! My request—'Not too hot, not too cold, just the right texture'—wasn't heard a word they said."

"Do they even consider me a customer? Don't they understand the principle that the customer is king?"

"They should just send over a plaque and write the four big characters 'Fairy Boat Launches' on it."

Although Qiong felt the tea was a bit bitter, it wasn't that bitter. He turned his head and saw that it was Scott.

"Hiss, it's you? Weren't you in jail? How did you get out? How dare you! You actually dared to escape from prison! Yunqi He..."

Scott simply sighed, "Sigh, I thought he was a kindred spirit, but it turns out he's just another one with a grudge. Enough is enough."

“Nameless Hero, am I destined to be confined to the Earthly Balance Division for life? Do you know what it means for someone of this short-lived race to be subjected to the punishments inflicted on them by those who live long lives?”

"You don't know, you only care about momentary pleasure. You used your so-called friendship to summon the Yunqi Army and imprisoned me under the guise of an investigation."

"I just came to get a drink of water, who would have thought I'd suffer this misfortune. How lamentable...how pitiful...how tragic..."

Qiong's mind was full of questions. What was this guy talking about?

"What nonsense are you talking about? Believe me or not, I'll make you fly!"

"Oh dear, are you going to start a fight again? Do you think I'm afraid of you if I don't have a general backing me up? Men, show him what you've got."

As soon as Scott finished speaking, three corporate mechs descended from the sky.

Qiong, however, didn't care at all. After all, she had seen this thing before in Yalilo. "That's it? Just a few metal shells? Three months ago, I might have put up a fight. But now... your version is outdated."

He poured the tea onto the ground and added boiling water again.

"The time it takes to brew a pot of tea."

He lightly jumped, executing a low split kick followed by a 270-degree mid-air spin and side kick, then landed with a one-handed self-sacrificing kick.

"Sigh, you dare to threaten me without understanding the difference in strength... What a waste of your courage."

After doing all this, he tossed the teacup on the table in front of Scott, without spilling a drop of tea.

"Drink it, it's not too hot, not too cold, the taste is just right. After you finish, go back to the Earth Balance Division yourself, it's dangerous outside. I don't recommend wandering around. After all, this metal shell can't withstand the high-speed impact of the Wingers."

"You...! Cough cough... What an amazing train hero! The mechs you just destroyed cost a total of 3500 million credits." Scott could only manage to utter these words as he looked at the three wrecked mechs.

Qiong paid for the tea, looking at Scott's distorted face, "No need to thank me, it's what I should do as an anonymous customer. The main thing is, the quality of your product is subpar. As my sister would say, if you're bad, practice more; if you can't handle it, don't play."

"Didn't you hear? These mechs..."

Qiong glanced at him and said, "What a joke. I've damaged the Black Tower's simulated universe, taken artifacts from the space station, stolen antiques from other planets that symbolize civilization, and even beat up the head of the Pinocchio family. I didn't even pay him a penny. What's your mecha compared to that?"

Scott was speechless; this man was terrifying. But the problem was he couldn't go back to Pierpoint.

They were trapped and died in this place.

......

In an inconspicuous corner, a man had already recorded what Qiong had done.

"Strength, speed, techniques. Exceeds the standards of the Celestial Race, placed on the danger list. Target code name—Black Tea."

He drew a line on the wall with his pen, creating a tiny spatial rift. He then threw the information in his hand, along with the pen, into that tiny rift.

Feng Fu had his spies all over Luofu, except for the inaccessible prison and some heavily guarded areas. He had made preparations in every other place that tourists could access.

Even if they lose in the end, they can still have their scattered informants kill the most locals and tourists from other places.

He couldn't come up with a solution, but he knew how to destroy everything in the process.

Chapter 361 I am now a complete emperor

The Prison of Shadows—a place where Bu Lizan, the first MVP player, joined the battle, a place he had loved for 700 years.

The so-called King of Wings, Lord of Azure Sky, and perfect representative of the Qiongsang and Star Core, transformed here.

His consciousness rose as he fell, and transformed as he rose. The pitch-black poison corroded his body, but at the same time, it made his body stronger.

The dark muscle tissue burned with destructive flames, and the once golden and brilliant wings had become somewhat dull and lifeless.

But this made him less sharp, more like a predator in the dark, blending more harmoniously with his surroundings.

The shed feathers also took root and sprouted on the blood-stained ground, and by the time their owner awoke, they had already grown into towering trees.

"Pain... Damn commoners, how dare you insult me ​​like a lowly straw dog! I will make you die in agony!"

"You wretched gray monkey... I'll definitely kill you!"

The first thing Cang Han did upon waking was to praise the stars.

His body spread out on the ground like a tide, and the rain of swords continued to fall, but was blocked by the trees beside him.

His body was as soft as a boneless liquefaction, completely liquefied; the poison had transformed him into another kind of life form.

His body could change shape according to his thoughts, and the abundant regeneration was no longer out of control, but had become a weapon that could be manipulated with his mind.

Claws, spikes, knives, and mandarin duck axes—weapons sprouted all over its body, and a faint golden light could be seen emanating from its left chest.

Its body had swelled to a terrifying degree.

"General of the Hunting Camp, do you think this can trap me?"

He removed the star core from his chest and then detonated it.

The intense fluctuations of the imaginary number tore apart the entire cave, and the entire Netherworld Prison could feel the powerful tremor.

The Lord of the Azure Sky emerged from the prison, scattering his wings across the dark dungeon. The jet-black wings transformed into branches and leaves, beginning to erode the walls.

Then, the overflowing imaginary energy transformed back into a star core in his hand. The dark gold patterns on the jet-black wings lit up once more.

Even though the Cloud Cavalry in command reported it immediately, it was still a step too late...

In a matter of seconds, the prisoners at the bottom of the prison lost their lives, and Cang Han would inherit their abilities and take their place.

Smoke, absorption, mind reading, anti-intellectual life equation, meme virus, never falling in the daytime, never extinguishing in the night.

He was no longer himself; the will he carried, the will to declare war on the Immortal Ship, weighed as heavy as a thousand pounds.

"I have everything I need now!"

"You still need one more death! Faith is the vanguard! Vanguard flies like snow!"

After Cang Han fully absorbed the abilities of the low-level criminals, Yan Qing arrived at this place.

Although Yanqing was quick, he was still a step too slow.