Mechanical Pioneer Under One Person

Xu Laosi had just arrived at this moment, and was confused when he heard the Taoist's shout.

But before he could ask, he saw the Quan Xing people who were pointed at by the Taoist priest blush and start yelling.

"Fuck you! You stinky ox nose, stop talking nonsense!"

"Yes, Taoist Priest of Longhu Mountain, we may fight, but please don't slander me!"

"Japanese, who? Which one? That idiot in a suit? I don't know him anyway!"

"Who colluded with the Japanese? Are you trying to smear us? You need evidence to prove your words! Monks cannot lie!"

It's no wonder these Quan Xing masters who were pointed out spoke so harshly. The reason is...

No matter who it was, being labeled a traitor first and then being stared at by nearly a thousand brave men fighting bravely would make them feel terrified.

Not to mention Longhu Mountain and Natutong, even their own people - the hundreds of Quanxing "fellow disciples" - were full of doubts and even had some undisguised murderous intent in their eyes.

But no matter how they argued, the gazes of the thousand and eight hundred people could not move away from them.

They also tried to use words like "full nature and authenticity" to make their defense more persuasive, but it was completely useless.

After all, the current Quanxing's [Chaos] quality is more famous than [Fidelity], and more absolute...

Moreover, according to unreliable information, Xia Liuqing brought a foreigner who was interested in joining the "event" today. Who knows if anyone brought a Japanese person...

Therefore, no one dares to stand up and use his reputation to guarantee that others will not do such a thing.

After more than ten breaths of observation and convergence, all eyes were focused on Quan Xing, the man closest to the "Japanese", who was wearing a sleeveless vest and had a crew cut.

Seeing that something was amiss, the crew cut man quickly pointed to the sky and angrily said, "Why are you all looking at me? What the hell does this have to do with me? I, Ma Bing, swear to heaven, I don't know who this idiot in a suit is! This Taoist priest is talking nonsense!"

Hearing this, the Taoist priest who had been shouting angrily took another step forward and refuted, "I was fighting you and had the upper hand just now. That person was mixed in with you. When he saw you were captured by me, he jumped out and took advantage of the chaos to hit me with a palm!"

Having said this, the Taoist priest lifted up his robe, revealing his already purple chest and ribs.

Then he continued loudly to Ma Bing, "You heard it yourself just now. The man in the suit was speaking Japanese, mumbling something, and he ended with 'Baga'. Who else could he be but Japanese?"

"He came with you and attacked us. I told you Quanxing were colluding with the Japanese. Is that a problem? He might even be one of your Quanxing guys!"

Perhaps it was because the Taoist priest's words were passionate and logical, Ma Bing was speechless and his face became redder and redder.

Finally, he could only turn his head and look fiercely at the man in the black suit who looked like a 'Japanese'.

At this time, the other Quanxing members who had come to watch also heard something was wrong. Their original arrogant aura disappeared without a trace in an instant, and their faces looked as gloomy as if they had eaten egg tarts made of poop.

One of them, a short, bald man with a bad temper and wearing strange arm armor, squeezed through the crowd. He pointed at the 'man in the suit' with a sullen look and asked Ma Bing, "What's going on?"

The buzz-cut man, his face flushed with anger, replied, "That's what happened. I was fighting this guy, and he was evenly matched. Then this guy came up from behind and slapped him, then started talking in Japanese again."

"But I... I really don't know him! With so many people in our sect, isn't it normal to attack with strangers? Who knows how he got in or how..."

Hearing this, the man in the gauntlet glared sinisterly at the man in sunglasses and suit who remained silent in the center of the chaos, and whispered, "Are you sure he spoke Japanese?"

Seeing Ma Bing nod, the bald man in the arm armor laughed evilly, then with a gloomy face, he strode towards the man in the black suit who looked like a 'Japanese', and said as he walked: "You are..."

But the man in the black suit had no intention of listening to him. Instead, he raised his right hand to adjust the earphones and said to himself, "Aa, mada su ri na i no ka (Isn't that enough?)..."

The moment he spoke, Quan Xing cursed angrily, picked up his knife and attacked him with his vital parts.

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Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, D.C., USA.

White house, three underground floors.

A black man in a white shirt and formal pants was walking towards one of the rooms under the escort of agents.

The man had a straight posture, sharp features, high cheekbones, and big ears, giving him an elite and noble air.

After walking for about five or six minutes, he finally arrived at his destination, a meeting room.

"Wait outside, I'll go in by myself."

After instructing the seven or eight agents who were protecting him, he turned the doorknob alone and entered the room.

The room is about 30 square meters, with white walls, white tiles, white lights, and a conference table with a white top and black legs in the middle.

There were three people sitting at the table. On the left was an Ansa woman in a white suit, with blonde hair and red eyes.

On the right, one is a middle-aged white man with black hair, and the other is a white man wearing sunglasses and wearing clothes that are clearly Scottish.

After the black man entered the room, he first glanced around, then closed the door and walked straight to the table.

He finally sat down next to the two men. After he was seated firmly, he moved his stool forward and asked the black-haired white man, "James, why did you call me here?"

The man called James narrowed his eyes and glanced at the woman sitting opposite him imperceptibly. Then he raised his eyebrows and said, "Sir, you should ask them. They requested this impromptu meeting."

The black man frowned, then turned his gaze to the 'lady' opposite them.

Seeing that the black man was staring at her without any intention of speaking, the blonde 'lady' smiled slightly and then said, "Gentlemen, based on your vocabulary, I don't think you should use it to describe me, right?"

After saying that, the lady twisted her tie, and as if a switch was triggered, her face began to distort and change.

After two or three seconds, her image finally settled. It was a head that barely retained a humanoid form. Perhaps the term "insectoid" would be a more appropriate description of her at this moment.

The skin is silvery white with a hint of pale green and leaf yellow, five or six tentacles grow on the top of the head, the eyes are replaced by large purple compound eyes, and the lips and nose are merged into one mouthpart.

The insectoid seemed to feel more comfortable after changing his appearance, and he let out a comfortable sigh.

The black man across from him stared at it, unable to suppress a feeling of nausea. But as a seasoned politician and an elite, he naturally managed his expression and didn't lose his temper.

Seeing the expressions of the three people opposite, the insect-man deliberately stretched out his hand, which had also changed its appearance - or you could say, it was a claw to scratch his "face" and laughed hoarsely.

Then it said: "First of all, thank you for your cooperation."

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"Hey, can't you just let us go?"

In a dense forest on the back mountain of Longhu Mountain, Lingyu Zhenren and Lu Jin were confronting two Quanxing people.

The two Quan Xings were one tall and fat, the other short and thin.

The short, thin one was a frail old man, while the tall, fat one was younger, but his build resembled a large Fat Tiger. It's worth mentioning that the tall, fat one had a look of innocence in his eyes that was unlike that of an ordinary person.

At this moment, Lingyu Zhenren was using the Yin Lei black mud from [Northern Border Cangtan] to surround the two people from a distance, but he could only surround them.

The old man wearing a small hat was holding a bead with the word "kiss" engraved on it in his hand. He was releasing a qi shield around his body to block the black mud of the Cangtan Pond in the northern border, preventing it from entering.

Zhang Lingyu narrowed his eyes, looked at the old man's methods, and asked Lu Jin beside him, "Senior Lu, you are knowledgeable and experienced, I can't understand..."

"What kind of Kung Fu did that old man use?"

Hearing his question, Mr. Lu didn't answer first. Instead, he teased him unhappily, "You rascal, weren't you quite capable when you chopped my Linglong? What's wrong? Are you frustrated now?"

"That old man's skills are useless now. It was the bead in his hand that blocked your Yin Lei."

At this point, Lu Jin's eyes narrowed slightly. After a moment of recollection, he pointed at the old man and said, "Quan Xing Yuan Tao, he is a weapon refiner."

……

"In short, the legendary magic weapons of the past came from the hands of this group of people."

"But refining requires absolute talent. Without talent, just knowing the method is useless."

"It can be said that this is a strange technique that combines innate and acquired elements."

"By the way, when you were playing against Zhang Chulan yesterday, he used that hammer that could amplify his thunder magic. It must have been a weapon made for him by a master."

Hearing that Zhang Chulan's hammer was also a tool for refining weapons, Zhang Lingyu immediately became wary of Yuan Tao.

At this point, Lu Jin couldn't help but laugh at Zhang Lingyu's panic. He said, "That's not necessary. After all, only a few people can achieve the level of Zhang Chulan's hammer."

Then, he patted Zhang Lingyu on the shoulder, then pointed at Yuan Tao and said, "Lingyu, I'll watch them for you and don't let them run away."

"Go up there and try your hand at it, and see if you can get rid of that old guy."

"The thing that blocked your Yin Lei was the Chiwen Pearl he refined, which is said to be able to block all malicious attacks. However, every magic weapon has its limits. Go ahead and show me what you can do."

Mr. Lu spoke in a loud voice, not treating Yuan Tao as an outsider at all.

When Old Yuan heard them treating him like a wild monster, he was furious, but then he laughed out loud and said, "Hehehehe...you two, old and young, don't take me seriously, do you?"

"Mr. Lu, if the little brat is ruined in my hands, don't regret it!"

After Yuan Tao finished speaking, he swung his hand and a bead flew towards Zhang Lingyu's chest.

The bead was powerful and heavy, and the Qi wrapped around it grew larger and larger. Although Zhang Lingyu dodged it, it directly smashed down several old trees that were hugged by several people.

But before the attack could succeed, Old Yuan threw out another bead with the word "wind" inscribed on it, which came flying at a speed several times faster than the previous bead.

Bang!

This bead actually penetrated Zhang Lingyu's golden light, and formed a pincer attack with the first bead that came back.

Fortunately, Zhang Lingyu also gradually got into the state. Seeing that he was no match for the enemy, he directly attached a layer of Yin Wu Lei on his hand to deflect the attack of the two beads.

After getting rid of the two beads, he took another step forward, swung his palm, and went forward to smash towards Yuan Tao.

Bang!

Lingyu Zhenren's Yin Wu Lei smashed into the Chiwen Pearl's protective shield, making a series of noises. Although it was still blocked, Zhang Lingyu felt that its protective power had weakened a lot.

Seeing Zhang Lingyu approaching, Yuan Tao sneered and activated two more beads. One emitted thick smoke, while the other emitted a wave-like vibration, attacking Zhang Lingyu.

Taking advantage of the smoke and dust obscuring the opponent's vision, Yuan Tao threw several beads at Zhang Lingyu.

Zhang Lingyu narrowed his eyes and figured out the trick. The fewer beads Yuan Tao controlled, the stronger the effect of each bead would be. And the more beads he activated, although each bead had its own unique effect, the effect of each bead would be weaker.

"This old man is stronger than me... He is not an opponent I can defeat without making any sacrifices."

After some deliberation, Zhang Lingyu made a decision in the blink of an eye. While Yuan Tao was using six or seven beads in a row, he immediately covered himself with the black mud of Yin Wu Lei. When Yuan Tao used the eighth bead, Zhang Lingyu ignored his own defenses, leaped out, and with Qi exploding from his feet, he rushed straight towards Yuan Tao.

"Using so many beads, the defense will be at its weakest."

Bang!

With only three steps, Lingyu Zhenren approached Yuan Tao, and ignoring the beads chasing him from behind, he swung Yin Wu Lei and hit Old Man Yuan directly.

Boom!

The Yin Wu Lei indeed penetrated the defense of the Chiwen Pearl, but it could not advance an inch.

It turned out that old man Yuan had a magical tool to protect himself.

Seeing that the boy had fought his way out of danger, Yuan Tao couldn't help but laugh, "Hey, you can break through the Chiwen's defenses? You're quite good!"

After saying that, he manipulated the three main attack beads to slightly adjust their direction, and flew them towards the back of Zhang Lingyu's head, waist, and back of his chest, saying, "Kid, die! You've had enough!"