Author: Shenyou Buzhou Mountain

The collision of knives and swords produced a huge roar. Many passengers were deafened on the spot, and even the strong soldiers suffered severe eardrum pain.

But they had no time to pay attention to their physical discomfort at this time. Instead, they looked at the two people facing each other, their mouths wide open, and they were horrified.

On one side is a lifeless statue, holding a long stone sword, as fast as lightning.

On the other side was a middle-aged man covered in black, with blazing flames surrounding him and holding a knife in one hand, as if he was the God of War emerging from the lava.

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 his ears were already ringing, the young teacher could barely hear the words clearly.

Xia Jinyan immediately got up and moved away from the center of the battle on his hands and knees.

The middle-aged man laughed loudly, tensed his arms, and the flaming sword suddenly stood upright, flicking away the sword of the statue prince.

He reached out and groped in his windbreaker.

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

Finally, under the spotlight, the man took out a cigar.

He opened his mouth, and as he breathed, sparks flew out of his mouth. The exhalation temperature of nearly 300 degrees Celsius instantly lit the cigar.

The middle-aged man took a comfortable puff and smiled at the statue.

"Chi!"

He suddenly exhaled smoke, and under the influence of inexplicable power, the cigar smoke was like a huge python, with fist-sized flames, tightly wrapping around the statue prince.

Boom, boom.

The legs and arms of the statue were crushed to pieces, and the flames hidden in the smoke were like a shark that had seen blood, clinging to it and burning crazily.

When the middle-aged man took a second puff of his cigar, the statue had been burned until only a cloud of ashes remained.

"Strong! So strong!" This thought flashed through the hearts of the onlookers. They thought they could see a back-and-forth battle, but they didn't expect it to be a one-sided massacre!

——It’s really about a puff of cigarette.

The middle-aged man who had eliminated the enemy did not look at his trophies. Instead, he took off his cowboy hat, patted the dust on it, put it on, and walked deeper into the subway.

Walking alone and retrograde, killing the enemy, and then leaving alone.

There was no applause or flowers, and he seemed to be used to it.

Perhaps for a long time in the past, this bearded man has been walking in the dark jungle, holding a long knife, lighting a flame, smoking a cigar, and fighting monsters in unknown corners!

"Please...please wait a moment, sir!" When the man's figure was about to disappear, a low-ranking officer finally couldn't help but speak. His voice was filled with undisguised respect, which was the instinctive awe of the strong.

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

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

"Things infected with borer toxin, especially those that have been activated, are good materials after purification, but I don't lack this, you can take it and use it."

The tone was casual, and it seemed that in his eyes, the black ash remaining on the pile of statues was indeed not a valuable thing.

"How, how to use it?"

"Don't ask me about this. Our methods of use are different. I like to put these powders into the poison sacs of the demon swamp worms to make a mental stabilizer. Can you do it? Research it yourself."

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

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

"Sir! Who...are you?"

You finally asked... Fortunately, I deliberately shortened my steps...

The man turned back, chuckled, and blew out a smoke ring:

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

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

On the island outside Xicheng, Lu Yuan whispered these words, and his will was transmitted through the ring, and was spoken by the alchemy puppet thousands of miles away.

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

Multitasking is never an easy task, especially controlling the marionette's movements, breathing, and micro-expressions. Lu Yuan knows that there are many smart people in the world who are incredibly delicate, so he concentrates on controlling the marionette without any hesitation.

Revealing a flaw.

"There is a huge borer nest near Yucheng..."

He murmured to himself, feeling glad for his decision.

Since the Baiyu Mountain incident, Lu Yuan has been paying attention to the Special Investigation Bureau. As a self-taught genius in alchemy, he can easily create a moth-sized surveillance bug and is always aware of Zhang Changqian's abilities.

The tendency to help others.

When they went to Yucheng, Lu Yuan began to make the Alchemy Secret Puppet.

The key to Alchemy Secret Puppet lies in the word "secret". Every alchemy school that is good at this method strictly guards the most critical core knowledge for fear of leaking it.

Refining inanimate matter into a marionette that is no different from a human being is indeed a major science. What is the difference between this and creating a human being?

As a person favored by the gods, Lu Yuan's method of making secret puppets was naturally related to "dreams".

——Pull out one or more dreams of magical civilization, glue them to the dream of the earth, drag the mixture of the two out of the dream world, and put it 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 marionette stand up and confirmed that he could control it perfectly, he still felt that the effort was worth it.

Lu Yuan came up with the idea of ​​making an alchemy puppet and using it as his own clone.

An extraordinary organization that has spanned the long river of history must be extremely large. Even if it is no longer in its heyday, it should not be the only commander. There must be newcomers, grassroots cadres, mainstays, superpowers and backup candidates for the leader.

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As long as the framework remains intact, extraordinary organizations can expand rapidly.

Therefore, Lu Yuan, who "told a little lie", had to find someone to fill in the frame.

Multitasking and using clones to give the illusion of a vibrant organization is a pretty good choice in this case, at least it's lively.

However, these are only temporary. When the "Temple" gets on the right track and recruits more and more fresh blood, Lu Yuan will no longer need to act like a schizophrenic. Then he will be able to sit on the Diaoyutai and eat melon seeds.

Sing a song and watch the little brother under you save the world.

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

But when the bearded Alchemist Marionette went to Yucheng, Lu Yuan felt a little relieved.

——No matter what the future holds, Lu Yuan is always moving forward firmly.
Chapter completed!