One thousand one hundred and seventy four: Suzaku, Xuanwu
Moreover, to turn it into reality, various improvements and adaptations are needed. The most troublesome thing is that it requires countless precision and even irreplaceable material parts and necessary conditions to form it.
Reality is not like watching a movie, seeing Tony's shit, messing around in a cave, and you can come up with a crude version of Iron Man.
One more thing, don’t forget, genius inventors like Tony are not ordinary people. He is not only the protagonist, but also a person with ‘money-making ability’.
Another person with "money ability", Bruce Wayne, is also a super rich player who makes money.
Therefore, whether it is art or reality, I have told you clearly that only by spending krypton gold... can you become stronger.
Otherwise, they will just be like those dumb villains from Marvel, who have no money... and can only mutate.
Looking back, Yan Wan simply ignored the [primary manufacturing] thing. He didn't have that much money to do it, let alone that much time.
In fact, he prefers [Basic Learning], but in the current world of "Factory Guard", he has no need for technology specialization, and it would be in vain. The same goes for hot weapon specialization.
All other specialization skills are already maxed out. Even with fusion skills, his current 6* skill points are far from enough.
In a sense, temporarily, he has reached a bottleneck...
"Lose the city?"
Yan Wan glanced at the city wall behind him with disdain, carried a wooden box, and walked slowly towards the capital.
It's over now. When these people calm down, they will cease their activities. With the death of Prince Ping, all the turmoil will disappear.
As for King Ping... maybe there will be a sentence written in the history books: King Ping is ill and his two sons have rebelled, so they should be executed!
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Ding bell
Dang rang
The crisp ringtones rang one after another in Donkey's mind as he shook his head.
"Old man, what are you doing there?" Yan Wan leaned on the car and turned to ask the old man lying next to him.
After leaving the city, Yan Wan put Prince Ping's head in lime and placed it at a contact point in the East Factory, asking Fanzi to transport it to the capital at an accelerated speed.
And he needs some time to calm down.
After all, Yan Wan was not a murderer. He had taken hundreds of lives in one night, so he would naturally feel a little uncomfortable.
It's not a feeling of psychological guilt, but a sigh, or...a sigh?
Not long after walking on the road, he met a kind man. This old man was driving a donkey cart. His destination was not the capital, but he was following the road to the capital.
The old man's ears were a little hard to use, but he still understood what Yan Wan said clearly and said with a smile: "Huh? I'm going there to find the old man's son and see the old man's grandson."
Yan Wang replied: "Haha, I'm really kind of you, husband. You have your children by your side, so you can be happy with me."
Happiness……
In fact, if he could, he wouldn't want to kill anyone. In his heart, he was still the same salted fish.
It's a pity that the system is such an unfortunate thing.
I don’t know what the system values about him. MMP, it’s so good to be a salty fish, turn over when nothing happens, and live a life without desires or pursuits.
A few days later.
Yan Wan and the old man parted ways. The other party's son also knew how dangerous it was for an old man to come alone, so in order to repay him, he specially invited Yan Wan to have a meal.
Yan Wang was on the road again alone.
Only this time, his luck seemed to have run out.
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"I didn't expect that he would actually send you here. Didn't anyone let you remember Suzaku's death?" Yan Ju stopped and stared ahead with a cold face.
Xuanwu smiled: "If you don't try everything, how can you know the result?"
"The result? People will die."
Yan Wan also smiled, but while speaking, his attention was not entirely on Xuanwu.
That's right, he didn't believe that the other party knew that Suzaku died in his hands, and Hao Xinghe and Qinglong had fought against him one after another.
With Akechi being like this, would the other party send Xuanwu alone?
Yan Wan felt that as long as the eldest prince had no tricks in his mind, he would not do such a thing. It was always safer with more people than less people...much safer.
Ding dong…
Following a light crisp sound, a look of surprise clearly appeared on Yan Wan's face, but his movements were not slow. He put one hand on the horse's back and leaped into the air like a flying swallow.
Almost at the same time, as the horse whined, two sharp awls quickly drilled two bloody holes in its body. He broke open the saddle and flew up diagonally.
In mid-air, a clear and clear friction sound like a mountain spring sounded.
The ancient sword was held in his palm in an instant, and he made a simple and clear cut. The bright sword blade was like a crescent moon, pointing directly at the opponent's forehead.
Xuanwu's heart sank, he didn't dare to be careless, his swords were crossed like electricity, and the man stood rooted like an ancient tripod.
boom!
Xuanwu felt as if he was struck by lightning. When he came into contact with the force of the sword blade, his face suddenly turned red.
His body visibly sank, he rolled back on the spot, stood up and took several steps back before completely releasing the force.
And at the moment when the swords collided, a large amount of sand and hard rocks erupted from the ground. A slender figure, holding a shining Emei thorn in his hand, pierced Yan Wang's crotch from bottom to top.
"I had expected it." Yan Wan heard the sound of wind beneath him, the corner of his mouth moved, and a smile appeared in his eyes.
With a muffled sound of whining, the sword box turned over several times, and like an iron rod, the ancient sword drew an arc and struck the opponent's heavenly spirit.
The guy emerging from below was obviously a woman, and the multiple layers of gauze still couldn't cover up her uneven curves. She bent down as hard as she could and raised her head.
With a soft sound, the tip of the sword passed through her hair, cutting off the hairband, then her forehead, nose, and chin. It accurately followed the four-finger deep groove and completely cut open the gauze. .
Yan Wu fell to the ground and stood with his sword in hand. Looking at the two people in front of him from a distance, his eyes stayed on the woman for a moment, and a hint of understanding rose in his eyes: "Lu Zhuchen?"
"Her name is Suzaku now." Xuanwu grinned. Although the sneak attack failed, he was not discouraged. The two-on-one chance was great.
"Oh...I see, you are looking for Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com for revenge?"
Yan Huan glanced at her, and the last emotion in his eyes disappeared quickly: "Your family is quite lonely down there, why don't you go and accompany them for a while."
"Suffer death!"
"kill!"
Compared with the two people who have more obvious emotions, Yan Wan is obviously more like a trained killing machine, or... a dead soldier.
Every sword, every move, moves like thunder and is as fast as lightning, pointing directly to the vital point without any delay.
What made the two Xuanwu people secretly complain the most was that his strength was too great. If they didn't actually fight, they would rather believe that the other party had an iron rod in his hand.
In just half a minute, dozens of moves have been made.
The three of them separated in a tacit understanding, and Yan Wan's pocket was split in half, revealing his true face. His body was full of small holes and scratches. Remember the website address of this website, www. Biquxu． Com for easy reading next time, or enter " " in Baidu to enter this site