It was a heavy, one-meter-thick metal gate, no worse than the door of a bank vault.

I'm afraid I can't blow it up even with explosives!

And with such a faint building, how can it be ordinary?

At the same time, Wang Zhenling was more and more able to sense the breath of Tianluo Zhu in his heart.

"Let's go, if you want to become a real demon hunter school, you must first know what we demon hunters do......

"Aren't the witchers there to deal with those monsters?" Karvin interjected.

"Of course, but it's not as simple as you think. Where do you think the monsters are? How many monsters are there in the world out there?"

Balk smiled faintly.

Wang Zhenling ignored these and went all the way deep into the ground.

Not only can he sense the aura of Tianluo Zhu now, but he can even vaguely touch the power of Tianluo Zhu.

"Hmph...... I now know why the witchers of this world are so prosperous......"

Wang Zhenling sneered in his heart, it seems that these guys really don't know whether they are alive or dead, and they opened the Tianluo Pearl.

At the beginning, Wang Zhenling had already regarded this demon hunter world as something in his pocket, so he used a Tianluo bead to block the abyss gate.

Now these guys are opening up this kind of place, it's like looking for death!

A mere demon world can't resist the prying eyes of demons no matter what.

It's good that you didn't attract the attention of powerful demons, but if you really attract the attention of powerful demons, the whole world will be destroyed.

Of course, Wang Zhenling is no longer worried about this world......

However, he had invested so much that he was ready to occupy this world.

If you are dragged into the abyss by those demons and can't get back to your roots, wouldn't it be a loss?

Fortunately, it seems that this world still has the power to resist.

No one noticed Wang Zhenling's strange appearance, because the more they walked, the more shocked they felt.

They entered an underground space, no, it should be an underground business!

Because it looks too much like an underground fortification......

Except for the sentry posts that are not everywhere, and the guards who are loaded with guns.

But do the witchers need these things?

"Wait, stop. Where's the sentry standing guard here?" Balk tensed for a moment.

Just said that the Demon Hunter's base does not need those ordinary soldiers to guard, but unexpectedly, he was slapped in the face.

There was a faint fog all around, and even the lights were extremely cold.

Then Balk began not to check, and at this time his heart was terrible: "It's not good, how can there be the breath of the inner world revealed here?"

As a mid-level witcher, he certainly knew a lot more than the others.

For demon hunters, the inner world is both a source of strength and a source of danger.

However, it is really rare for the breath of the inner world to leak here!

At this time, he didn't notice at all that Wang Zhenling, who was walking behind him, seemed to wave his hands casually, pulling out a gray aura from the void.

"Interesting, interesting. On this day, Luo Zhu's power and the power of the abyss were actually mixed together, forming such a special power......"

As Wang Zhenling attracted this power, this underground passage became foggy, and there were many shadows, as if there were many shadows wandering around.

Suddenly, a broken clown face suddenly appeared, almost sticking to Dylan's face.

That Dylan screamed and fell to the ground in fright.

Balk turned around and stabbed a sword into the clown's face.

The clown's face burst like a bubble.

"A little bit of the breath of the inner world, and you want to stop me?"

Balk sneered, and the sword in his hand shone brightly, like the sun, and a sword slashed out.

The invisible mist was cut open like a veil, and then completely retreated.

The passages around it returned to normal, and even the lights became brighter.

Not far away, several heavily armed guards were guarding.

Wang Zhenling's heart was slightly vigilant, an intermediate demon hunter couldn't imagine that he also had this kind of method......

Although Wang Zhenling only drew out a trace of the breath in the Heavenly Luo Bead, it was so easily broken by this Balk.

This shows that it is not just Balk who has two hits. What's more critical is that the power system of this world seems to have another mystery......

Just like the long sword in Balk's hand just now.

In the past, Nachester's vision was too low to see the clues.

However, with Wang Zhenling's gaze, it can be seen that the long sword in Balk's hand is not a physical object, but is transformed by its power......

This is very special, and it also makes Wang Zhenling more and more interested in the mystery of the power of this world.

......

Wang Zhenling and others went through many sentry inspections and finally came to a laboratory.

Before I could get closer, a very unpleasant smell came to me.

That's the smell of the reactor on the bench......

I don't know what is heated in the vessel, it is full of colorful smoke, and the smell is quite pungent.

So much so that people want to plug their noses.

Only one alchemist was unaware of it, and was concentrating on adding all kinds of potions to the vessel.

He wore a white lab coat that had turned into a colorful color, and shook the pale orange potion test tube in his hand.

You can also see several messy experimental tables, as well as test tubes with various drugs or other materials.

Until the man's experiment failed, the potion in the glassware exploded.

The alchemist scolded a few words angrily, and then turned to Balk and said, "These are the few boys you trained?

"As you know, our school has suffered heavy losses right now, and it's too late to train witchers step by step. Only a quick way to train a group of people to see ......"

"That's your business, I'm not optimistic about them!" the alchemist said lightly.

"That's what Principal Busrito meant!"

Balk's words left the alchemist named Britt speechless.

He waved his hand irritably and said, "Then you wait first, I'll prepare the tools!"

With that, the alchemist waved his hand again, as if to tell the others not to disturb him again.

Balk shrugged and stepped aside with Wang Zhenling and the other students of the elite class.

"Mentor, what does it mean that we are defective products of rapid training?" Dylan couldn't help but ask.

Balk's face remained unchanged: "Generally speaking, a formal witcher apprentice is equivalent to an ordinary school graduate student.

It takes at least two or three years of education before it can be achieved. And your time is compressed to less than three months......

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