Black Rock lizards, a type of underground lizard population that is relatively mild, huge in shape, and likes to be close to humans. They have a wide range of uses in urban clusters below the fifth floor of the dungeon. For the native people of the dungeon who can only receive very little supply from the government, this black lizard has a wide range of uses.

In the dungeons lacking energy, the black rock lizards bear the vast majority of transportation and transportation work.

Peterman's black rock lizard is undoubtedly an alien species in the population. It is more than ten meters long and crawled at a very fast speed. He dragged the cart behind him and quickly climbed out of the market. He arrived at another exit of the market. There was a dark and open crack. The terrain here became rugged and the cart could no longer walk. Peterman and the others jumped out of the cart, climbed onto the back of the black rock lizard, and drove it into the crack that stood upright in front of him.

Fang Wen flew almost in the air like a ghost, quietly adorning him.

I guess this ground crack was not known to me. The ground crack, several meters wide, was pitch black, and I couldn't see my fingers. Fang Wen's mental power spread like an octopus, and only then did he realize that the ground crack here was extremely complex, and countless forks stretched out, making this terrain extremely complex, like a few spider webs that were being torn.

The black rock lizard ran silently in the darkness, climbed through the raised boulders, walked through the forks, and walked around for an hour before reaching a cave deep underground.

Large areas of fluorescent fungi were planted at the entrance of the cave, and several strong men with guns and live ammunition squatted at the door, smoking pungent cigars. Fang Wen could smell the strange smell like burning dry cow dung for more than a hundred meters away. He pinched his nose hard, and Fang Wen finally stopped the big sneeze. He whispered: "Damn, what are you smoking?"

The gloomy light of fluorescent fungi was hazy. Fang Wen saw Peterman jumping off the black rock lizard from afar. Several other thugs drove the black rock lizard into a circular cave next to him. Peterman and the big men at the door gave a few instructions and hurried into the cave in front of him. Several big men stood up, walked slowly around for a few steps, and then squatted lazily. They were not worried about the safety of the cave at all. The terrain along the way was as complicated as a maze. Where could outsiders catch up with it?

Fang Wen shook his head, and he wiped his belt with half of the sword tied around his waist. But in a flash, Fang Wen changed his mind again and took the long sword back to his belt. He rushed forward with bare hands. At the sound of a few low air slams, Fang Wen tapped the men who couldn't react in the back of the head and knocked them to the ground.

After blinking his eyes, Fang Wen grabbed a few strong men and dragged them into the round cave. Then he walked into the depths of the round cave, knocking the thugs who were feeding the black rock lizard out, and used his soul impact to make the lizard foam and faint. After dealing with all this, he floated into the cave where Peterman walked into.

Peterman walked into the cave, walked around the tunnel for a while, and suddenly started running in a hurry. In the end, he started running.

Only then did he see Peterman's extraordinaryness. His round body was rolling on his body, and every step he stepped on the ground could cause his fat to tremble violently. But it was in the rolling of that flesh wave, thick forces accumulated and gathered on his legs, making his running faster and faster. In the end, he actually ran out a harsh sound of breaking through the air, like a meteor running wildly in the tunnel. The rush along the way rushed the strong men coming and going around and couldn't get up for a long time.

These strong men who were accidentally knocked down by Peterman were cheap. Fang Wen took advantage of their dizziness. Fang Wen easily knocked them out and followed Peterman all the way. As he walked along the way, Fang Wen couldn't help but feel shocked. The length of this tunnel had been more than three kilometers. Hundreds of large and small stone chambers were opened along the way. At least nearly a thousand strong men lived in it. This base was obviously built by artificially large in scale. The strong men who were knocked out by Fang Wen had great skills. They were simply... they were like an army!

The ordinary guards in the military district are not even stronger than them. Some of them are capable of competing with the soldiers of the Inspector Group and even the Strike Force.

If Fang Wen hadn't had the strength soared recently, how could he have the ability to follow Peterman all the way like entering a no-man realm? Even so, there were several times when he almost failed to let several middle-aged people with extremely high cultivation avoid his slash, forcing Fang Wen to use his soul to knock them out.

At the end of the tunnel was a metal door several meters high. The door was shining with dark black and golden light, which looked extremely thick and solid. Peterman, who was blushing, excitedly typed a long list of passwords into a keyboard on the iron door. The iron door slowly opened with the heavy impact of gears. Peterman was still standing at the door, then raised the potion in his hand high and shouted: "Son, look at what I have brought to you? You can stand up, you can live like a normal person!!!"

Peterman's voice was trembling a little, and he rushed into the door with a loud shout.

At this moment, a weak voice suddenly rang out and said, "Dad, wait a moment. There is a great guest following you. If you can't beat him, then we are likely to die here."

Fang Wen, who was hiding at the corner of the tunnel in the distance, was shocked suddenly. He blinked his eyes and looked left and right. When he didn't know where he was exposed, a few tiny flies, the size of a thumb, suddenly flew in front of him. These flies with metal light flashing faintly on their wings flew around Fang Wen's head a few times, and the weak voice sounded again: "Sir, please come in. When you just appeared at the entrance of the base, I discovered you. Unfortunately, I don't have the ability to stop you from entering. You are too strong. Even Dad is strong!"

Frowning, Fang Wen slapped the robots that looked like flies into pieces. Within a few steps, he had already arrived at the metal gate. He snorted coldly: "Are you just a group of flying bugs? I have them too! And they are much bigger than yours!" He touched his waist bag behind him for a while, and the big bee that had been fed by him to a length of about a foot long emitted a faint white light was taken out of his waist bag and threw it out.

The big bee flew up violently, and its powerful wings flapped rapidly, making a huge "buzzing" sound. Under Fang Wen's control, the big bee rushed towards the metal gate, and the poisonous stinged hard at the gate. With a "chila", sparks splashed everywhere, and the thick and long poisonous stinger made nearly a palm-deep mark on the gate.

Peterman, with a gloomy face, slowly walked out of the door. His face was pitch black, and circles of flesh waves were rising and falling on his plump body at a strange frequency. A huge momentum spread out from his body. He looked at Fang Wen fiercely, and a pair of small eyes looked at Fang Wen without blinking. His plump arms were already enveloped in a layer of strange purple halo. The "crackling" sound of lightning was faintly heard from the halo. The air around him emitted a pungent smell of ozone, and Fang Wen felt his long hair standing up one by one.

"Very powerful thunder and lightning ability." Fang Wen gave his thumbs up and said sincerely: "It is worthy of being the most powerful gang leader on the seventh underground floor of Europe. With your strength, if you surrender to the military headquarters, you should be able to be reused." Fang Wen spread his right palm, and a white fireball the size of a fist swayed in his palm. Flames flickered, making a "whim" sound. The temperature around him rose sharply, the air was twisting, and Fang Wen's body, wrapped in heat waves, had become blurred.

The Fire Control God flashed violently with red light. Fang Wen's huge mental power continued to inject into the fireball floating in the palm of his palm. The temperature around him rose rapidly. Gradually, Peterman took a few steps back without a trace. He was sweating all over, and even a layer of yellow oil seeped out from under his skin.

Peterman's face became extremely ugly. He looked at Fang Wen with a complicated expression and shouted dryly: "Our transaction has been completed. The damn Shura team has become yours! Why are you secretly following me? Apart from that genetic repair liquid, I can give you whatever you want as long as I can get it!"

"Gene repair solution?" Fang Wen laughed, as if he accidentally took out what Peterman wanted!

Fang Wenzheng wanted to say something, but suddenly the weak voice came again: "Dad, stop, you and I are not his opponents together. The mental strength of this gentleman now is more than a hundred times that of a normal person. He has exceeded the mental strength that the strongest S-level supernatural warrior I have ever seen."

A wide wheelchair slipped out of the door. A thin, shrunken, child seemed to be only ten years old, but his head was very deformed and developed. It was at least a circle bigger than a normal person's head. He had a pretty melon-shaped face and his long smooth black hair was scattered behind his head. It made people feel gentle at first glance. The young man who was willing to get close to him was lying in a wheelchair. He raised his right hand with difficulty and waved to Fang Wen gently: "Put your energy away, don't you want to blow up this base, right?"

Peterman stepped in front of the young man and shouted, "Who asked you to come out?"

Fang Wen's eyes rolled, the fireball in his hand suddenly dissipated, and the temperature around him quickly returned to normal. Fang Wen smiled and greeted the young man: "Hello. Can you ask your surname?"

The young man smiled, moved his head gently, and smiled and said, "Ziyi Walkerwode. Walkerwode is my father's surname, and Ziyi is the name given to me by my mother. I have half of the ancient Chinese descent. Please come in, I have tea that my father spent a lot of money to get."

A metal arm suddenly popped out of the wheelchair and firmly pushed Peterman aside, giving up a spacious passage.

Fang Wen grinned at Peterman and walked into the door with his hands on his back. The bee lay on Fang Wen's head, and the stinger on his tail gently stroked Fang Wen's neck, and his wings flapped from time to time.

Peterman followed his son's wheelchair with extreme caution and looked at Fang Wen carefully, for fear that he would suddenly kill his son.

Inside the gate was a huge circular space, and was occupied by messy electronic accessories and some strange instruments everywhere. Peterman protected his son and carefully retreated to the farthest instrument. Fang Wen stood lazily in front of them, smiling at Peterman, who was so nervous that his body was trembling.

"Okay, don't be so wary of me, Mr. Peterman." Fang Wen waved unhappily: "I won't kill someone lying in a wheelchair. I'm not shameless yet. Although I accidentally left a wiretap on you, this matter seems a bit shameless, but I think you must forgive a young man's curiosity, right?"

"Eavesdropping device?" Peterman roared wildly: "You bastard!" He froze on his body in a hurry, and finally grabbed a round metal particle the size of a mung bean on his shoulder. A flash of light flashed through Peterman's hand, and the metal particle was shattered, and the earplugs in Fang Wen's ear also made a sharp roar.

"**!" Fang Wen also took out the earplugs from his ears in a hurry, threw them on the ground and slashed them. He looked at Peterman angrily and said coldly: "Okay, now we'll flatten it. Damn, my ears! Answer a few questions from me and I'll leave."

Peterman's soybean-sized eyes suddenly widened to the size of an egg, and he said angrily: "Impossible! I won't answer any questions you have!"

"Then I will kill your son!" Fang Wen pointed straightforwardly at Ziyi Walkerwode. Ziyi Walkerwode helplessly spread his hands.

"Okay, what do you want to know?" Peterman gave in to Fang Wen without even thinking about it. But his teeth were gritted tightly and made a loud "crashing" sound.

"What instrument do you use to know my body strength and internal strength?" Fang Wen did not look at Peterman, and he focused all his attention on Ziyi Walkerwod.

Ziyi Walkerwode smiled and said softly: "It's some gadgets I made when I was bored. My father and the others once got a multi-functional medical training tank that was eliminated by the military. I improved some of the instruments inside and reduced them to make a portable scanner. The functions are not powerful yet now, and I can only roughly scan out the data within 150 times the body strength and the approximate data within 50 Jiazi's skills. I am improving them."

Peterman took out a palm-sized electronic instrument from his pocket in anger and slammed it hard at Fang Wen.

He stretched out his two fingers to clamp the electronic instrument. Fang Wen looked at the instrument with a rough appearance with only a few buttons and an LCD screen, and took a sudden breath of air conditioning. He nodded to Ziyi Walkerwod and said, "It's amazing, you're amazing. Well, you deserve your big head." Fang Wen's mouth was a little hurt. Peterman roared a few times in anger. Ziyi Walkerwod just smiled softly and looked at Fang Wen thoughtfully.

Fang Wen avoided Ziyi Walkerwod's clear and penetrating gaze, looking at Peterman and smiling: "The second question, elder, what elder?"

Peterman's face changed and he didn't speak for a long time. Ziyi Walkerwod narrowed his eyes and suddenly reached out to knock on the wheelchair armrest a few times.

Fang Wen heard the sound coming from behind him. He laughed "haha" and the Big Young Sword suddenly swung a round halo, and cut off the four old combat robots behind him that were rushing towards him in the middle with one sword. The robots made of special alloys could not stop the extremely sharp Big Young Sword. The four robots were flashing with dazzling lightning, and they broke into eight pieces of squirming desperately on the ground.

The sword suddenly pointed at Ziyi Walkerwod, whose face suddenly turned pale. Peterman screamed in fear. He suddenly blocked the tip of the sword and shouted: "Genshin Impact Cult, the priest elders of the Genshin Impact Cult. Genshin Impact Cult is a major sect on the sixth and seventh floors of our underground. I am the apologist warrior in the sect!"

‘Genshin Impact Cult’! Fang Wen frowned. He thought for a while, recalled some documents he had read, and finally shook his head: “Okay, I don’t care about your Genshin Impact Cult, as if I don’t have any impression of you. Whether you are to overthrow the government or to destroy the world, it’s not my business.”

Peterman's face suddenly became very relaxed. He was about to speak, but Fang Wen pointed at Ziyi Walkerwode and smiled and said, "Your son, I want it. I will take him away and be responsible for curing him, but he will work for me! In a word, I will only give you three minutes to consider and let him follow me, and you will be fine. If he doesn't follow me, I will kill all the people in this base!"

With a random slap, a red light rushed towards the instrument behind Peterman and Ziyi Walkerwod. The strange-shaped instrument suddenly turned red and slowly melted into a pool of iron, revealing the dozen old laser cannons that were charging but the barrel had softened and bent.

"Look, your backhand has no effect on me at all." Fang Wen laughed, and the eldest young sword drew beautiful arcs in the air.

Peterman sat on the ground, he looked at Fang Wen blankly, and then looked at his son. The flesh on his body was trembling. Gradually, Fang Wen noticed an extremely huge energy gathering in Peterman's body, as if Peterman had the intention to fight with him.

Ziyi Walkerwode suddenly shouted: "Dad, let me follow him. In the underground, I can no longer find materials that can satisfy my research, so let me follow him."

"But, dear baby, how can I let you leave with a stranger who doesn't know where to come?" The energy in Peterman's body was still increasing, and a trace of electric light rushed out of his pores.

"Fang Wen, Colonel, commander of the first brigade of the Earth's new strike army. According to the military law, I have the right to recruit staff less than fifty people." Fang Wen waved his long sword lazily and slowly shattered the four still twisting robots. A nearly substantial silver light appeared in his eyes, and he said quietly: "I lack a trustworthy confidant now. If I follow me now... don't you want to live in the ground world one day?"

Peterman's energy that was still rapidly increasing in his body suddenly stopped. He looked at Fang Wen and murmured to himself: "It's strange, you are an officer of the military headquarters, but whether it is voters or senior citizens, they will never recruit people from us natives. You..."

"Ah, I'm different from those idiots." Fang Wen sat on the broken head of a robot and looked at the father and son with a smile: "To be honest, I can't believe those people. Who knows if they are the eyes and ears of a certain force? In comparison, I'm more willing to believe... For example, you father and son!"

The father and son looked at each other, and Peterman was still lowering his head to ponder, but Ziyi Walkerwod pointed to the robot head sitting under Fang Wen's butt and smiled: "Then, colonel, I want to remind you that I put a magnetic storm in the metal head where you were sitting."

Fang Wen's muscles tensed violently, and the silver light in his eyes suddenly lit up.

Ziyi Walkerwod shook his head, then nodded again: "Then, I am willing to follow you. Dad, you stay here, I will leave with the colonel..."

Peterman raised his head in horror, and he asked in surprise: "Baby son, what did you say?"

Ziyi Walkerwode chuckled and nodded vigorously. He looked at Fang Wen with big eyes. Fang Wen could feel Ziyi Walkerwode's firm determination: "A gamble, dad, it's better than us dying here. The colonel will kill us without hesitation. If we don't agree to his conditions, but I believe that as long as I can show a little bit of talent, we can also get corresponding benefits, right?"

Fang Wen narrowed his eyes, and he sat down on the ground with his butt, shaking the robot's head into countless pieces.

He smiled 'gagg' and pointed at Ziyi Walkerwode and smiled: "I can give you much more than you can imagine." Fang Wen looked proudly at the fragments under his butt, and said happily: "Magnetic storm? Hahaha, what about now?"

Ziyi Walkerwod squinted his eyes and smiled, and he sighed, "Col. Don't your butt hurt? I remember wrongly, I didn't pretend to be anything inside."

Fang Wen's face changed suddenly, and he looked at Ziyi Walkerwude, who was smiling all over.

Gradually, a faint smile appeared on Fang Wen's face. Gradually, Fang Wen looked at Ziyi Walkerwode and suddenly burst into laughter.

Fang Wen smiled and leaned back and forth. He nodded vigorously and said, "Okay, okay, okay, very good. Mr. Peterman, I didn't expect you to have such a son. Very good, very good. From now on, if you obey my orders, I will give you resources and support, if you do your duty well, your son will definitely be fine. I will train him as a confidant."

Fang Wen almost burst into tears. He gave Ziyi Walkerbi a thumbs up, then looked out the door: "So, hurry up and prepare to set off. I have a date with someone and don't have time to waste here. Ziyi, I will call you Ziyi in the future. Your wheelchair is inconvenient to move, so you can only use the Black Rock Lizard to carry you out. Peterman, I will also trouble you to go to the Black Rock Lizard's nest. I knocked it out, probably not awake yet."

Peterman nodded, he looked at Ziyi, hugged him hard, and then strode out.

Fang Wen smiled, hugged Ziyi in his arms with one hand, and quickly walked out of the room full of various equipment.

Ziyi Walkerwod looked back at the messy room nostalgic and sighed softly.

But Fang Wen suddenly burst into laughter again. He laughed so wildly that he almost threw Ziyi out.

"Damn, people are robbing women. Our eldest son robs a man and goes back. What's the matter?"

The laughter echoed in the tunnel. Fang Wen walked out of this secret gang base with big men lying on the ground. The fourth chapter of the human path, the wind and rain chapter, the fifth chapter
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