It's late at night.

Under the night of the capital, there are still brilliant lights shining, and there are faint distant cheers, which radiate to all corners of the capital under the shine of neon lights.

The outskirts of the capital.

This is a rare bungalow area in the capital area, and the bungalows with a slight decoration style of the last century are silently located in the darkness, which seems to be in stark contrast to the faint cheers coming from the capital.

The bungalows are like small boxes, dotted in this dark place.

Winding and narrow paths connect the bungalows like capillaries.

A burly figure walked down the narrow path between the bungalow areas, and after a few flashbacks, turned into an unobtrusive courtyard.

Pushing open the rickety lacquered wooden door of the courtyard, there was a disheveled man squatting in the courtyard, squatting on the threshold, holding a pig bone in one hand, gnawing without any image.

Seeing someone come in, the big man looked up at the person who came, and continued to fight with the big pig bone in his hand.

Thirty-one didn't say a word, and threw the silver box he was holding to the big man.

The big man stopped what he was doing, threw the pig bone in his hand aside, skillfully sucked the oil on his fingers, and looked up at thirty.

"Why are you alone? Sixty-one What about them? Attacked by the genetics?"

"It's not the hands of the Genomics."

Thirty shook his head, a clear crack on the patchwork grimace mask on his face.

Dahan looked at the cracks on the mask of the thirty grimaces, and a look of interest appeared on his face: "The fight is so fierce? Could it be that the Grandmaster was dispatched?"

"No, there are only a few grandmasters in total, for such a material, I'm afraid they won't be able to produce the grandmaster, so who made the move? Twenty-one? Or twenty-five?"

"Neither."

Thirty still shook his head, and there was unconcealable exhaustion in his voice: "The people from the genetic faction did not take action directly, but issued a mission in the martial arts hall, and a few people who took the task came to intercept and kill us."

"How many martial artists in the martial arts hall? Messing you up so much?"

At this moment, the big man's eyes finally became surprised, and he looked up and down thirty: "Sixty-one, they are all folded?"

"Hmm."

Thirty nodded slightly.

"Who's the one who shot it? Grandmaster-level martial artists won't be so boring to take on this kind of task, and the top sixth-level martial artists under the grandmaster are only a few hundred or so people in the martial arts hall......

Dahan frowned, thinking.

However, the thirty in front of him still shook his head: "That person...... He doesn't seem to be from the martial arts hall, he is very young, he looks like he is only in his teens, and his strength is on par with mine, and even the sword that he slashed at the end couldn't even be blocked by me, and almost died in his hands."

As he spoke, Thirty subconsciously touched the mask on his face.

Even though the wound under the mask had healed, there seemed to be a faint pain coming from it at this time.

The sword that the young man finally slashed out, and the martial will contained in it, was so strong.

That strong and domineering will is almost turned into substance, and it is slashed head-on.

If it weren't for her quick reaction, she would have been split in half directly from the middle under that sword.

Until now, she was a little unimaginable.

How can someone's martial will be condensed to that extent?

Is there still anyone who regards the will of martial arts as the focus of martial arts practice?

"Is that person strong?"

Dahan noticed Thirty's somewhat distracted demeanor and asked out loud.

"Very strong."

Thirty nodded: "His strength is definitely not below me."

"And ......"

She paused, and then said, "During the whole process of fighting me, he didn't use his qi at all, but only relied on the strength of his flesh to fight him

I'm on par."

"Didn't use the Gang Qi?"

At this moment, even the big man's face changed completely, and his face was full of disbelief: "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

Thirty nodded affirmatively.

In fact, she didn't understand why the young man hadn't used even a trace of his anger until the end.

Is it to hone your will to fight? Still is......

"Are you sure that person isn't from the Genomics?"

Dahan asked, "If you don't use your qi and block your attacks with your physical body, this is probably difficult for even an ordinary grandmaster to do, right?"

Thirty hesitated.

Because of the discord between the genetics and them, there has always been little communication with them.

She originally thought that the young man would not be a genetic, but now that she thinks about it, if she wasn't a genetic, why would she have such a strong body?

But how could a person from the Gene Sect have such a strong will to martial arts?

Doesn't that make sense?

For a while, thirty was also a little confused.

"Forget it, whoever it is, at least the materials have been brought back."

Seeing that Thirty was in deep thought, Dahan didn't ask any more questions, stretched out his greasy hand, and patted the silver-white box: "With this material, our research can be taken to a higher level, and at that time, we will have the opportunity to override the genetics faction and truly control the leadership of the society."

"Our researchers, it doesn't seem like they're enough to reach this level......

Thirty wondered.

"Don't worry, this time there is a lot of money from above."

Dahan laughed and pointed to the colorful lights in the capital in the distance: "Moreover, why do you think I chose to be in the capital?"

"This is not just a gathering place for the top martial artists in the entire Great Xia."

"It's also a gathering place for the best scholars from all walks of life......

The speed of the van was not fast, not even as fast as Wang Yan's running speed.

With Wang Yan's current strength as a sixth-level martial artist, if he ran with all his strength without any skills, it would be enough to leave this van far behind.

But now that Wang Yan is injured, he can only sit in this van and slowly rush towards the direction of the capital.

When I arrived in the capital, it was already more than nine o'clock in the morning, the sun was shining, and it was warm.

Wang Yan asked Chen Chen to drive him directly to the gate of the school, and Chen Chen and the three of them knew that Wang Yan was actually a student of the First Military Martial Arts University in Great Xia, and he was just a freshman.

The van was parked at the school gate and was inconspicuous.

Wang Yan got out of the car and was about to walk into the school, when Chen Chen and the three got out of the car and bowed solemnly to Wang Yan.

"Little Brother Wang, thank you for saving our lives this time. I don't thank you for my great kindness, and if there is any use in the future to get a few of us, just ask."

The three of them said very solemnly, "Zhao Yu and I are both in the Luoyang Martial Arts Pavilion in the Eastern District of the capital, and Li Xue is also in the Changfeng Martial Arts Pavilion in the Eastern District.

After hearing this, Wang Yan just smiled, waved his hand at the three of them, and strode into the school.

The three of them looked at the back of Wang Ember leaving, until Wang Ember's figure disappeared at the school gate, and the three of them retracted their gaze with some dismay.

"Ugh...... In the end, I didn't have the courage to ask him for his contact information......

Zhao Yu sighed.

Not to mention that this is a top handsome guy.

This is very likely to be a future Grand Master!

"Don't think about it......

Chen Chen sighed, turned around and got into the car: "Little brother Wang Yan, he is not at the same level as us at all."

"Let's go, how can the fish and shrimp in the water have any intersection with the dragon in the sky?"

Wang Yan was still wearing the same set of clothes that had been scratched by a thirty dagger last night, and the wounds on his body were not covered

The ground is exposed, and although it has scabbed, it still looks a little shocking.

It's just that all the way through, not too many people pay attention to Wang Yan.

Because this is the first military martial arts of Great Xia, there are wounds on his body, which is really normal.

I didn't attract too many people's attention all the way, and I just arrived downstairs in the dormitory, and I happened to meet Huang Mao who had just come downstairs.

Huang Mao didn't know what he was doing in the past two days, he used to follow Wang Yan like a little follower, and he didn't know what he was doing mysteriously these two days.

At this time, the two met downstairs in the dormitory, Huang Mao was stunned for a moment, and when he saw the injury on Wang Yan's body, his eyes immediately straightened.

"Brother Ember...... What are you??"

Yellow hair's eyes widened.

He had heard that Wang Yan went to take over the task some time ago.

Looking at Brother Ember now, did he go out to take on the task again?

What kind of task is this? Actually fell into such an injury?

"You don't have to worry about the affairs of adults."

Wang Yan just waved his hand and walked straight past Huang Mao's side, leaving Huang Mao standing there staring dryly.

Back in the dormitory, Wang Yan tidied up a little, took a shower, and the hot water washed over the scars on the surface of his body, sending out a slight pain like a knife cut.

The body of the warrior is strong, and it is extremely difficult for viruses and the like to invade between the rolling blood and qi, so Wang Ember is not afraid of inflammation of the wound at all.

Washing his body and changing into clean clothes, Wang Yan put away the hanging sun, and went straight to Xia Hongzhen's yard.

As soon as he arrived near the courtyard, Wang Yan's footsteps were a meal.

This courtyard, which was originally extremely quiet and almost silent, was now a somewhat familiar voice from afar.

"Master, Master, you drink tea."

"Get out! Don't call me master, I don't have an apprentice like you!"

"Master, it's been so many years, why are you so unkind. Come, this is the tea I brought from Eastern Sichuan Province, it is a local specialty, I know that you had better bring this sip to you, master."

"Get out of here, do you hear?"

"Master, just take a sip......

Wang Yan walked into the courtyard and saw a tall figure, just like a pug at this time, salivating and holding a teacup in both hands, surrounded in front of Xia Hongzhen.

Xia Hongzhen had a cold face, completely ignoring the tall figure in front of him.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the tall figure turned its head, revealing a face that Wang Ember was all too familiar with.

"Commander Jiang?"