Chapter 272: A gathering place for strangers (Part 2)

Author: Kitten wants to become an immortal

Chapter 272: A gathering place for strangers (Part 2)

Follow the direction pointed by Chen Bofu.

Chen Jing and his group sat down and bowed to Aji and began to rush there.

But the speed is not fast.

Because Chen Bofu and Lawrence only vaguely remember the approximate location of the gathering place. If Bai Aji was flying at the speed of his time, he would probably have passed by one stroke.

"The gathering place is very large and small..." Chen Bofu was still gestured to Chen Jing with his hands before "boarding the plane", "It's like an iron nail stuck in the wasteland. If you ask Bai Aji to slow down, otherwise we will really not be able to find it if we fly over."

While rushing to the gathering place.

Everyone also held the first team meeting on Bai Aji's back. The roughly the content was to do something after going to the gathering place. Even if they couldn't find the clues, they could not return empty-handed.

"Let's borrow some supplies and leave." Chen Bofu suggested.

"Oh, kill all the people, and then loot the gathering place..." Lawrence began to record the old man's implicit voice.

"It's a bit too much!" Chen Bofu looked at Lawrence unhappily, as if asking you who you think of me, Bofu, and "Just take some supplies and leave. As for those people... let's see their luck."

"Master Chen, take a little bit of it, probably 80% or 90%?" Lawrence asked carefully, not daring to speculate on the leader's intentions anymore.

"Of course it's 10%!" Chen Bofu cursed with regret.

"Yes! Ten percent!" Wei Nan raised his hands to agree.

Chen Jing and Yan Que looked at each other and smiled helplessly.

I really don’t know how they raised this temperament. It’s a bit wronged for them to say that they are bandits.

Compared with other old men, they seem to be more keen on smashing, looting and burning, and even Lawrence, who was rampant in the wasteland, was not as bad as them.

now.

Chen Jing sat above Bai Aji's head, looking around leisurely, with dozens of golden light constantly entangled in his hand, like a holographic projection displayed in his palm.

"Yes, that's it, just practice more."

"Is it that simple?"

"There are many ways to use energy embodied, and you can start from the basics..."

Chen Jing is the same as other old men.

Each promotion sequence will gain different powers.

When he is in a sequence, the power he obtains is to exempt the use of relics from the three ways at the cost. After being promoted to sequence two, his ability is to integrate relics from the three ways into his body, thereby transferring the power from the relics to himself...

Now he is an old man from Sequence 3.

The power obtained after the promotion sequence is completely different from the previous ones. It can even be said that this is the beginning of the old generation... control energy.

"These energy comes from deep space. They can be used as invincible spears or as indestructible shields. The specific use depends on your own ideas."

"Why do I feel that these energy is the same as the holy light of the Huangwang Holy Grail..."

"It's just something."

The "he" in his mind explained patiently, and he answered Chen Jing's questions that only newcomers would ask.

"Holy Light is a manifestation of the manifestation of energy, but before Sequence 3 you can only use it through the power of the Holy Grail, and there are many restrictions, unlike now you can do whatever you want."

"I understand! Then I will practice more!"

"Yeah, good boy."

“…”

Everyone sat on Bai Aji's back and chatted, and from time to time they would secretly look at Chen Jing. After all, this kid seemed to be a little wrong since he left Yongye City. He would mutter to himself from time to time, but he couldn't hear what he was muttering.

"It's so hard." Lawrence looked at the golden light that was constantly twisting in Chen Jing's palm, and seemed to understand what he was doing. He couldn't help but sigh, "I just worked so hard in the promotion sequence, and I am worthy of being the blood descendant of the Huang Wang!"

"Why don't you say he is worthy of being my grandson?" Chen Bofu kicked him over and said angrily, "I really don't have the eyesight at all!"

"This is too contrary to your will. It's a shame to say it." Lawrence muttered, and as soon as he finished speaking, he ran to the tail of Bai Aji, avoiding the flip-flops kicked by Chen Bofu.

At this moment, Yan Que, who had been staring at the wasteland below, suddenly spoke and pointed to a strange building not far away.

"Is that?"

Everyone looked in the direction she pointed.

I saw a "high-rise building" covered with rust in that desert-like wasteland. The giant windmill installed on the roof was still rotating, and the creaking sound could be heard vaguely.

"That building is the gathering place?" Chen Jing couldn't help but feel a little confused when he looked at the strange building.

Because in the crisis-ridden wasteland, such "landmark buildings" should not exist.

The tall building that seemed to be a pile of rusty iron sheet was at least nearly 200 meters high. If converted according to normal buildings, it would have almost 60 stories.

I took a look at it from a distance.

Just like what the old man said.

The building is like a big iron nail erected in the desert.

It's conspicuous no matter how you look at it.

"The weather on the wasteland is changing, especially in this area, the wind and sand should be very strong. Isn't it intentional to die if the gathering place is made into this shape..." Chen Jing said, turning his head to look at the tornado that had gone far away in front of the left.

This is the first time he has witnessed this special weather phenomenon in reality.

The mortar salon was like a pillar of cloud hanging from the sky. Its constantly twisted body almost tear apart everything it touched, like an inaccurate cutting knife, leaving a terrifying trajectory in the desert.

"The building has a barrier, and these abnormal weather has limited impact on it. However, when I came last time, the building seemed to be the same shape..." Chen Bofu came to Chen Jing, squatted down and looked at the weird building carefully, "Why is there a big windmill..."

"If you don't come, you can't decorate it?" Lawrence complained.

"Dog thing! You're just talking too much!" Chen Bofu cursed without looking back, "You see that my strength is declining now, can't help but suppress you! Good grandson! Go and beat him up! Let him know who the boss is!"

"You are you, you are." Lawrence chose to surrender.

"The windmill is not surprising, I think the strange thing is that totem..."

At this moment, Baiaji had already flew to the weird building and kept slowing down his speed.

As the distance narrowed, everyone saw that the fan blades of the big windmill were carved with totems eroded by wind and sand.

Totems are all portraits.

It's the same weird guy in a hooded robe.

When Chen Jing saw those totems, his first reaction was to connect them with himself.

After all, when he was wearing a yellow robe, he had almost the same look... but soon he realized that he was self-indulgent.

"How could it be him?!!"

Chen Bofu seemed to recognize the origin of those totems, and a hint of sincere shock was revealed in his incredible tone.

"Didn't that turtle grandson join the Hanging City?! Why did you run to the wasteland to clear the land?!"

"Who?" Chen Jing was curious when he heard the three words "Hanging City".

"My original mortal enemy..."

When Chen Bofu said this, everyone heard a serene voice coming from the strange building.

Then a strangely shaped human-headed spider crawled out of the window and came to the roof with lightning speed.

The spider was a metal creature made of copper, like a pieced together by countless parts, and could vaguely see something like a spring or a connection on it.

now.

The heat dissipation exhaust pipe on its back is constantly spitting out rich high-temperature white mist.

The old man sitting cross-legged on its back slowly lifted up the white turban wrapped around his face and looked up with confusion.

"Chen Bofu?! You are still alive?"

"It's you! Hassad, you are a macaque!"

Chen Bofu was furious and raised his hand to point at the old man.

"Damn it! Pay back the money!"

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