On the helicopter, there is a lot of space, divided into three rows, Rhodes and his assistants sit in the front, Garon and Seaman in the middle, his subordinates in the back, and some of his subordinates still can't sit, but the car left from the ground.

The driver was a person from Lyshadi, and after learning the specific situation, he hurriedly looked like he was leaving the land of right and wrong.

Garon sat by the window, looking through the glass at the sea of trees moving below.

Between the dark green and the yellow and red trees, apes and eagles can be seen from time to time.

Just as the plane rose to altitude and skimmed over the mouth of a large white waterfall, Garon's super visual power instantly swept to the edge of the waterfall, and a young woman on crutches stood.

The woman stood in a clearing, behind her was a wooden hut that blended in with the woods and could not be distinguished by her super-visual powers.

As if sensing Garon's gaze, the woman raised her head and glanced at the plane, her eyes turned out to be pale golden, looking very beautiful, reflecting a faint golden light of the sun.

Garon was slightly startled, and when he tried to look more closely, the plane had already swept over the waterfall and lowered its height to the large plain river woodland in front of him.

"This area was once inhabited by nature-loving hermits, with whom the primary color group lived unharmed, but then these inhabitants suddenly disappeared, leaving only a few remnants of huts. That's what you see. Rod looked back and explained that he was looking in the mirror in the direction of Garon's gaze.

"I saw a woman, standing in front of the hut on the edge of the waterfall just now. Who is she?" asked Garon.

"Woman? Rod smiled, "The wooden houses here have been abandoned for many years. You're talking about woodland huts, I've been here a few times, that's what the primary color people call them. There used to be a woman living there, but she has since disappeared and is said to have been missing for many years. ”

Garon frowned.

"I saw it, the woman's eyes were golden. ”

Rod looked stunned.

"No, whose eyes are golden? You must be mistaken, the reflection of the sun's rays can also cause illusions. ”

"Perhaps," Garon also put the little thing behind him for the time being.

He leaned back in his leather chair and began to focus on the stats bar below his field of view.

'Garon Thomas.

Force 7. Agility 7. Constitution 7. Intelligence 7. Potential: 10248%. Soul Limit 30.

Seed of the Soul: Northern Halberd Soldier Cold Flame True Water Evil Skill. ’

'Void Stalker: Inheritor of the Ancient Sound Multi-Civilization. Rival of the Void Race for generations, he has the natural ability to heal and strengthen himself by capturing the core of the Void Creature. It was the power of the ancient sound, the mysterious power of the eternity. ’

'Cold Hell Peacock Skill: The first level of entry (the basic level has five layers, and the derivative level is three layers.) The whole skill is eight layers) Each layer of exercises will purify one's own bloodline, gradually move closer to the cold prison peacock physique, and finally achieve the supreme form of the cold prison peacock king. The limit is Legion-level. ’

'Seven Stars Point Destiny Secret Point: The Fourth Layer (Total Seventh Layer)'

'Violin Mastery: Second. Mastery. (3 levels in total)'

He noticed that his potential points had increased to more than a hundred points, and it was obvious that the mask he wore on his face at all times played an extremely crucial role, but now it was obviously starting to increase slowly.

One of these masks almost added nearly a hundred potential points to him, which was a considerable amount of income, although it was not comparable to the total number of all the previous antiques combined, but after all, it was only the second of the twelve masks, if he could get all the rest of the masks. Then the potential points obtained are likely to be an extremely considerable amount.

His eyes fell on his major secret martial arts, and the true effect of the Cold Hell Peacock Skill had not yet been reflected. All he was using now was his already strong physique.

After hesitating, his gaze fell directly on the Cold Hell Peacock Skill, after three consecutive seconds. The Peacock Gong icon trembled for a moment, and then there was no more reaction. There is no sign of any change in the potential points, and it is obvious that they cannot be directly enhanced by using the potential points.

The Cold Hell Peacock Gong comes from the mysterious Secret Martial Seed of Life, and Garon sorted out the memories in his mind a little.

The information about this secret martial arts suddenly emerged, and the role of the first layer was only to build the foundation and initially sprinkle seeds all over the body. And the second level is where you really start practicing.

The second layer is reached, according to the memory of the secret martial data, it should be able to contain a strange cold poison in the palm power, if it is in the Totem World Realm, it may become a powerful cold poison aura to cover the surroundings, but in this World Realm it can only be displayed on the toxin of the palm power.

This is the basic secret martial arts that are common to all the worlds, simply to improve physical fitness, after the superposition of the Seven Star Point Life Secret Acupoint, it has been able to reach the limit of thirty points of strength but is still hit hard, this is not a simple matter of strength and speed, but for the problem of restraint of the secret force, that kind of knife technique, at the moment of the move, that is the moment when the opponent is hit, do not understand the mystery or use the same level of secret martial arts to counteract, it can only be beaten at all, it is difficult to reach the point of dealing with the nine-headed dragon king Nadia, and this secret martial arts is different, the secret martial arts of life reach a certain height, and it will have a strong variety of effects on the body。 Maybe it will have some special effects.

Garon began to concentrate on the information about the second layer.

'A piece of white malachite. ’

These are the two conditions needed to reach the second layer.

The Extremely Cold Land can even be simulated with modern technology, but white malachite?

He only knew the green malachite, but the white one was completely unclear. Maybe this wasn't the kind of malachite he understood at all?

He threw the problem directly at Black Sas.

'Malachite?white?, what do you want that?' Black Saas seemed a little surprised.

"Of course, it's necessary to practice secret martial arts. Garon was unabashed.

This one is a bit of a problem, and if I remember correctly, the malachite you asked for in the secret martial arts was not the kind of green stone you understand, but another type of stone called slime peacock. 'The slime peacock is a species of invisible creature. There are many worlds in the world, and there should be in this world, so you need to find this yourself. There's nothing I can do about it. ’

"Okay," Garon put down the progress of the secret force for the time being. The name of the Cold Hell Peacock Gong sounded very powerful, but he didn't know how much of an increase it could be, and whether it could help him deal with the increasingly urgent nine-headed dragon king Nadia.

When he came back to his senses, the helicopter was already slowly landing, and Seaman was asleep sitting on his left hand side, saliva running down his black clothes on his chest, dried by the wind and emitting a stench.

"It's time to arrive. Rod hurriedly beckoned. "There are people from our group below, Mr. Garon doesn't have to worry about the trouble over there for the time being, no one here will leak the news. ”

"Thank you very much. Garon nodded. Looking down from the window, a group of people were standing in the center of the field engraved with a red cross on the gray-white circular airport below, with their children and gray-green military uniforms. Wearing a beret. He stood upright, holding a black submachine gun in his hand.

Garon glanced around, the airport was surrounded by a high wall, and there were many patrolling beret soldiers walking, and it seemed to be a military base.

The helicopter descended slowly, and Rhodes was the first to get off the plane, facing the salute of the officers below, and quickly and forcefully returned the salute. Then he whispered a few words to a black officer who took the lead, and the other person nodded in understanding.

Rod hurriedly turned back to greet Garon.

"Everything was arranged. Mr. Garon. He smiled, not at all flustered and nervous in the face of the terrorists, "I know that you want to ask us why we attach so much importance to you, and actually take the initiative to befriend you without considering the white phoenix and the primary color, this answer is a long story, can we talk while eating?"

"Thank you for your hospitality. Garon laughed. A top group like the Leshadi Group is also the object he needs to unite.

Such a large group often has an exaggerated and jaw-dropping power and strength, and he is not a psychopath, if it is not necessary, who will not have trouble to deal with this kind of world-class group?

If a person gets to the point where he is the enemy of the whole world, that is a real failure.

But it is true, as Rhodes says, that he was really curious about the intentions of the other side.

The group gathered around Garon and Rhodes, and while introducing the situation, they walked towards the airport restaurant.

The airport is located on the outskirts of the city, on a plain carved out of a forest on the edge of the city of Saint-Jade, and this time even the celebrity chef of a well-known international hotel has invited a delicious meal for Galleon.

After settling down in a white dining room, Garon and He-Man just put down their knives and forks in the face of the steaming table food, the taste here is very sweet, very sweet, and the mixture of chili peppers and sweet drinks makes the food taste strange.

Rod noticed this, and his face showed a hint of apology.

"I'm sorry, but I didn't entertain you. ”

"It's okay, let's get down to business, you Lyshadi Group should know a lot about the Primary Color Group, right? At this time, you should also know my identity and background, right?" Garon said bluntly.

Rod smirked.

"Indeed, as you expected, I just got all the information. He waved his hand, and the men in the restaurant immediately dispersed and pushed the door out, guarding the door.

"The conflict between you, the King of the Nighthawks, and the primary color White Phoenix, we shouldn't have been involved, but. Rodt paused, and glanced cautiously at Garon.

"Here, I would like to confirm your identity once again. ”

"Identity?" Garon raised his eyebrows, feeling that the other party was having something to say.

"Are you really a pure human being?" asked Rod word by word.

Garon was stunned, he didn't expect the other party to suddenly ask this question.

"Of course, I am purely human. He replied without the slightest hesitation.

Rhodes stared at him, as if judging the credibility of this answer.

"Do I have to lie to you?" Garon smiled, touching He-Man's little head beside him, "You better tell me straight, what's the matter." I still have something to attend to, and I can't stay here for long. ”

Rod nodded, looked down at the watch on his wrist, and seemed to finally confirm something, his expression suddenly became complicated and weird, as if he was holding back some excited joy.

"Then I'll get straight to the point. He weighed his words. "To tell you the truth, we at the Lysatti Group have been working on the subject of the limits of human strength. We are always trying to find a path that will be the hope of ordinary humanity. Can you understand that?" (To be continued......)