Chapter 31 Alchemy Secret

Author: Traveling in Buzhou Mountain

Chapter 31 Alchemy Secret

The knife and the sword collided, making a huge roar, and many passengers were deaf on the spot, and even strong soldiers had severe eardrums.

But they had no time to care about their physical discomfort at this time, but looked at the two of them, their mouths wide open and were shocked.

One side is a lifeless statue, holding a stone sword, as fast as a bolt of lightning.

On the other side was a middle-aged man in black, with hot flames surrounding him, holding a knife in one hand, as if he was a war god walking out of the magma.

This is no longer a scientific battle, this is... a supernatural confrontation!

"Little brother, are your legs weak?"

The man's voice reached Xia Jinyan's ears. Even though the tinnitus had been shaken out, the young teacher could barely hear this sentence clearly.

Xia Jinyan immediately got up, using his hands and feet to stay away from the center of the battle.

The middle-aged man laughed, his arms stretched, and the long sword of flame suddenly stood upright, bounced off the sword of the statue prince.

He reached out and groped in his windbreaker.

The passengers and soldiers at the station had retreated far away, staring at his movements intently.

Finally, under the gaze of attention, the man took out a cigar.

As he opened his mouth and breathed, sparks splashed out from his mouth, and the exhalation temperature of nearly 300 degrees Celsius instantly ignited the cigar.

The middle-aged man took a comfortable mouthful and laughed at the statue.

"Chew!"

He suddenly exhaled smoke. Under the influence of inexplicable force, the smoke of the cigar was like a huge python, carrying a ball of fist-sized flames, tightly entangled the statue prince.

Crack, Crack.

The legs and arms of the statue were crushed, and the flames hidden in the smoke were like blood-stricken sharks attached to them, burning wildly.

When the middle-aged man smoked his second cigar, the statue was burned to a cloud of ashes.

"Strong! So strong!" This thought flashed through the onlookers. They thought they could see the battle between you and me, but they didn't expect it to be a unilateral massacre!

——A real thing about a cigarette.

The middle-aged man who had dealt with the enemy did not go to see his trophy, but took off his cowboy hat, patted the dust on it, then put it on and walked towards the depths of the subway.

He went against the will of his own, killed the enemy, and then left alone.

Without applause or flowers, he seemed to have become accustomed to it.

Perhaps for a long time in the past, the bearded man has strolled in the dark jungle, holding a long knife, igniting a flame, cigar, and fighting the monsters in a corner where no one knows!

"Please... please wait a moment, sir!" As the man's figure was about to disappear, a low-level officer finally couldn't help speaking. His voice was filled with unconcealed respect, which was awe of the instinctive awe for the strong.

"Sir, what do you want to deal with, uh, this pile of ashes?"

The man didn't look back, just waved his hand:

"Things infected with borer toxins, especially those that have been activated, are all good materials after being purified, but I don't lack this, so you can use it."

The tone was casual. It seemed that in his eyes, the black and gray left over the pile of statues was indeed not a very valuable thing.

"How, how to use it?"

"Don't ask me about this, our usage is different. I like to stuff these powders into the poison sac of the magic swamp tattoo as a mental stabilizer. Can you? Go and study it yourself."

"Ah? Oh, oh..." The low-ranking officer was speechless for a moment. He had countless questions, but reason told him that the inquiry at this time must be appropriate and know the right position, and must not make the other party unhappy.

However, seeing that the middle-aged man had no intention of stopping, the officer was also a little anxious and asked the most concerned question:

"Sir! Who are you...?"

You finally asked... Fortunately, I deliberately reduced my stride...

The man turned around, chuckled, and spit out a smoke ring:

"I'm just an ordinary person...[instructor]."

...

"I'm just an ordinary person...[instructor]."

On the island outside Xicheng, Lu Yuan said this sentence lightly, and his will was conveyed through his fingers and was spoken by the alchemy secret who was thousands of miles away.

After a while, Lu Yuan pulled some of his mental power back and opened his eyes tiredly.

It is never a simple matter to use one mind and two things, especially to control the movements, breathing, and micro-expressions of the secret puppet. Lu Yuan knew that there were many smart people in this world who were outrageously thoughtful, so he was fully focused when manipulating the secret puppet and did not reveal any flaws.

"There are big borer-eating nests near Yucheng..."

He murmured to himself, thankful for his decision.

Since the Baiyushan incident, Lu Yuan has been paying attention to the Special Investigation Bureau. As a genius who has learned nothing in alchemy, he easily created surveillance insects the size of moths, and always understands the movements of Zhang Changqian and his group.

When they head to Yucheng, Lu Yuan began to make alchemy secret puppets.

The key to the alchemy secret puppet is the word "secret". Every alchemy school that is good at this art is strictly guarded against the most critical core knowledge, for fear of leakage.

Refining inanimate matter into a secret puppet that is no different from humans is indeed a great question. What is the difference between this and creating humans?

As a divine follower, Lu Yuan’s secret doll making method of nature is related to “dream”.

——Pick out one or even multiple magical civilizations dreams, glue them to the earth’s dream, drag the mixture of the two out of the dream world, and put them into the prepared container.

Of course, this container is also made of Lu Yuan's bones and blood.

Although the process was very difficult, when Lu Yuan saw the secret opposing standing up and confirmed that he could operate it perfectly, he still felt that this effort was worth it.

Making an alchemy secret doll and treating it as your own clone is what Lu Yuan thought of.

An extraordinary organization that has crossed the long river of history must be extremely huge. Even if it is no longer in its heyday, he should not be the only commander. There will inevitably be newcomers, grassroots cadres, mainstays, superpowers and reserve candidates for leaders.

Only when the framework is still intact can extraordinary organizations expand rapidly.

Therefore, Lu Yuan, who "told a small lie", had to find someone to fill in this framework.

Using multiple things to make use of clones to forge the illusion of organizational vitality will become a pretty good choice in this case, at least it will become lively.

However, these are only temporary. When the "Sanctuary" is on the right track and the fresh blood is recruiting, Lu Yuan will not need to play like this schizophrenia. At that time, he will be able to sit firmly on the Diaoyutai, sing melon seeds and sing songs, and watch his younger brothers save the world.

Of course, the process of achieving this goal is destined to be quite long and may never be achieved.

But when the bearded alchemy secret puppet went to Yucheng, Lu Yuan felt a little relieved.

——No matter what the future is, Lu Yuan is always moving forward firmly.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!