When I saw some familiar faces coming down from the floating island, some of the hanging hearts of the children of ice and snow gradually let go. After letting go, that calm heart seemed to suddenly realize something again, and gradually became hot!

This is not only because of familiarity, which brings a sense of security, but also because, from which familiar faces, the children of ice and snow have seen too much, and even have some kind of expectation and hope!

No amount of promise can compare to the shock of seeing it with your own eyes.

The premise of ensuring effectiveness is not to keep promises, but to be able to do it yourself.

There are indeed many immortal species in this world, but the acquired immortality, the immortality of the entire race, is really unheard of with the children of ice and snow.

Now, seeing some acquired immortal species, although it is not yet certain, whether it is a special case, but this is already worth looking forward to.

The City of Steel is indeed powerful!

On a floating island, Zhan Inmut looked down with a lot of emotion in his heart.

He is not the same group of people who made an alliance with the Children of Ice and Snow last time, so even if he is the highest, it is difficult to come forward at this time.

Speaking of which, unlike those cultivators and innate transcendent species, he Zhan Inmut is a true human being, the most ordinary one without the slightest bloodline power... War five scum.

In his world, human beings are the only masters of the world, and there are no demons, demons, ghosts, swordsmen, and flying immortals.

The major event in the eyes of human beings is not a fight between gods and goddesses, but a change of royal power.

The great river east goes to the waves, and the romantic characters through the ages compete for beauty, this is history.

In that world, although there is a gap between human beings, it comes more from the amount of mind and knowledge.

The temple counts more as the king, the good and powerful strategists are the heroes, and the rest of the brave people are at most a fierce general, and an edict can be killed.

As for the martial arts masters and warriors in the army, although there are ten enemies or dozens of enemies, they are also the goods that can be wiped out in minutes, and a team of archers can settle it.

Between people, the difference in individual strength is not big, and with a knife, a child can also kill a general with high merit.

The so-called strength and weakness are more about the size of the power than the level of personal strength.

Only the strength of the army can have authority and sweep everything. No matter how strong an individual is, it is difficult to turn things around.

Therefore, a great man in that generation once said that out of the barrel of a gun, there are 100,000 soldiers, which is better than any hero.

Zhan Yingmut is not a prince and general of the Celestial Empire, he is only the young patriarch of a small tribe on the steppe, and he has never had any great ambitions.

It's just that the heavens do not fulfill people's wishes, and the heavenly kingdom regards it as a grass coward, and repeatedly takes precautions, and finally sends troops to drive it out, so that it loses its place to live and raise.

Under the arrangement of fate, Zhan Yingmut rose again and again, and became the military god of the grassland people step by step.

Finally, the night before the alliance of the steppe tribes entered the Central Plains, he was plotted by the Khan!

Zhan Yingmut didn't die, it was originally a matter of a glass of poisoned wine, surrounded by hundreds of soldiers, and ten Zhan Yingmut also had to die obediently, but a "wanderer" in the Steel City who happened to discover that world rescued him!

"Wanderer" is the periphery of the outer periphery of the Iron City, just like the paparazzi in the entertainment industry, wandering in the heavenly world outside the sphere of influence of the Steel City.

They don't belong to the City of Steel, but they can use their own way to find valuable things, and exchange them for the cultivation materials they need more.

Because of this wanderer, Zhan Inmut learned of the existence of the Iron City, and even more so of the vastness of the outer world.

With a sense of indignation, Zhan Yingmut was quickly moved by this wanderer, cooperated with the theft of the royal power of the grassland tribes, unified the Central Plains, and finally even relied on the spirit of the ancestral dragon to pry the slight origin of that insignificant small world, giving the wanderer an opportunity to lay the groundwork in one fell swoop!

Then, in the name of Zhaninmut, the "wanderer" dedicated the world to the City of Steel.

As a result, he and the wanderer became official members of the Iron City, and were praised by those above.

It was more than 300 years ago, and if you count it according to the timeline of his experience, it can be said that the past is unbearable.

Thinking about it at this time, that wanderer really used him to the extreme, and in the end he had to pit him, ostensibly for his sake, but in fact he was just using his ancestral dragon qi to resist the backlash, so that he was a traitor alone, but the two of them benefited together.

Zhan Yingmut sees it thoroughly, and there is no resentment, if it is not beneficial, who is willing to help others for no reason.

And if it weren't for that one, he would have become a white bone by now, and he wouldn't have the scenery at this moment. Suffering is a blessing, this sentence can indeed be applied sometimes.

Guarded by dozens of guards, Zhan Yingmut's eyes are deep, making it impossible to fathom his thoughts.

Once a weak human being, he has now become one of the hottest big names in the Iron City, and the rise of Zhaninmut is like a legend.

Three hundred years is a long time, put it in some novels, thirty years, or even three years, is enough for the protagonist to rise and kill everything in seconds.

The fact is that most of the people who could look down on Zhan Inmut three hundred years ago have to snort up, and a few can't even look up to him, so he is a living legend and a living protagonist.

In the City of Steel, the protagonist of that kind of legendary story, the son of luck, is there no less?

But who can rise like Zhan Yingmut! Rise with pure mortal body and mortal blood!

"My lord, the following contact seems to be going very well, so we still have to go to the land of the gods and plough the court to sweep the caves?"

A subordinate asked, this person was his confidant, not how strong or smart, but very loyal.

Two hundred and eighty years ago, when Zhan Inmut was just gaining momentum, the man who could pinch him to death with one hand did not hesitate to follow him.

Two hundred and eighty years later, the strength of the two is almost the same, but their status is worlds apart.

Under the command of Zhan Inmut, there are also many level 6 powerhouses, and they can be reused by only level 5, which is the clearest favor.

Fate favored him, and he will not forget those who helped him in the process, no matter what they did.

Big Snow Mountain, the bottom of the heavenly pool.

A huge shell opens and closes slightly, and through the cracks in the shell, it is not difficult to see that there is an attractive carcass inside.

Suddenly, a person appeared outside the shell, this person had an ordinary appearance and an ordinary temperament, but there was an indescribable taste.

"It's a special feeling. ”

Ling Qi thought faintly and tapped the shell casually.

The current of water around him, the cold temperature, and the thin oxygen in the liquid did not bother him in the slightest.

This is nothing originally, many lifeforms whose strength has reached a certain level will have these peculiarities.

However, that is only because the essence of their lives has improved, so they can rely on their own extraordinary characteristics to ignore the troubles and threats brought by the environment, not that they can completely ignore the impact of the environment.

Reduce the impact to one percent, one thousandth, about zero, not zero, this is actually affected by the environment, if the environment is too bad, one percent, not can not become 50 percent, 100 percent!

At this time, Ling Qi completely ignored the impact of the environment!

For him, it makes no difference at all where he is!

Being in this, not being in this, may be described as such.

This is special, the one I met in the Floating City before, has already been revealed.

And that one is even more exaggerated, the other party directly ignores fate completely, with a paradoxical taste that jumps out of the long river of fate, and all kinds of incredible means.

What Ling Qi has is much inferior, but he ignores the influence of the general environment.

To be able to do this, it is still a kind of instinct that he has naturally endowed with the "form" that he has evolved through some of the things left by that person.

This body is still in the long river of fate, so it will not be too affected by the power of fate, of course, it will not be too big, after all, he himself is like an island in the middle of the river. Because he is in the river of fate, he will not be rejected by the river of fate, which is a certain advantage for him. As for not having that kind of unbelievable means, there is no way, I'm afraid this is the real horror of the other party, if he can do the same, then he is not Ling Qi, but another..."person"!

Being able to ignore the environment and gain a lot of money means that he doesn't need to worry about any external pressure at all, for example, now, when others see him in the cold pool, in fact, he is like walking in the void, which means that no matter where he is, he has a home advantage.

The mussel shell opened, revealing the perfect female body inside.

The woman was lying on her side, only revealing the curve of her back, not revealing much, but still fascinated by it, even if she couldn't see her face at all, she felt amazing.

Ling Qi didn't feel the slightest feeling, not even appreciating it.

This is not normal, after all, even if you are beyond lust, there is still a basic aesthetic after all.

It was as if he had lost his ability to examine beauty, or rather to be inaffected by what he saw, as if he was looking at the person in the painting from the outside, looking at the words on the paper in his hands—no, maybe more exaggerated than that, but in short, he didn't feel the slightest fluctuation in his mind.

This kind of faint state is more different from the ordinary state than his own position, with a natural transcendence, giving people the illusion of superiority.

It's like a castle in the sky, high up, but not real.

Moreover, even this unreal state is not his enlightenment, but only incidental to this form.

He is looking at the painting now, but he is also in the painting.

Of course, there was nothing wrong with this, at least he could get to know that person in advance, and Ling Qi didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

His only dissatisfaction with his form at this time was that the power he could use was too limited, which may also be the reason why he refused to let this body out of the grasp of fate, and added an extra layer of insurance, which limited his strength.

The power that this body can use now is even worse than a simple projection, and at most it can mobilize a power close to the level of an ordinary saint!

It's like a human being can suddenly fly into the sky and see a different landscape, but instead of an eagle or a birdman.