A Million Possible

The 13th Division will send an envoy, and Cheng Lin is not too surprised.

Ancient and modern, China and foreign countries, whenever diplomatic relations are established, there should always be such a set of procedures, but...considering the time limit of projection, I don't know which step the two civilizations can achieve before everything ends.

The Thirteen Division probably also understood the urgency of time, so there was no delay after entering the projection, and he ignored all the properties in the forest. This seemed a bit reckless, but in fact, this was smart.

Compared with the mining of not a lot of spiritual resources, communicating with another world civilization is of great importance to any large organization in a strategic sense.

Just when Cheng Lin was about to intervene in this matter, and was sitting quietly in the elf palace waiting for the arrival of the thirteen envoys.

On the other side, there are many Rogue Cultivators gradually approaching the capital.

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"Crack."

In the dimly lit forest, a young figure dressed in ordinary clothes and carrying a backpack slowly walked through the forest. The sole of a tourist shoe forcibly trampled on a withered and dry tree branch that was rolled over by the bark.

"Stop! Rest in place!"

A black-faced youth in front of the team suddenly stopped and shouted at the back.

After hearing this, everyone found a clean place to sit down. Several cultivators of the physical fitness department placed some Magical Beasts corpses tied with nylon nets on the ground.

"Drink?"

A Rogue Cultivators took out an unopened bottle of mineral water from his backpack, smiled and handed it to the young man in the peaked cap.

The young man raised his head, glanced at him, and then squeezed a smile on his pretty handsome white face, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Thank you, no, I have it myself."

As he said, Han Lun also took out a bottle of water with his backhand.

The man shrugged and didn't care, so he sat aside and started to rest.

Unscrew the bottle cap, Han Lun took a sip of water while looking at the whole team.

There are 23 people in this team, which is already considered to be the larger one among the Rogue Cultivators who entered the projection. The leader is an organization claiming to be a local practitioner in the capital of Shu, and there are seven or eight people under it.

For the rest, some are local cultivators in the capital of Shu, and some are rumored to have projections here, and they rushed over from other places.

Along the way, he has always used special methods to suppress Cultivation Base, and his performance is quite satisfactory. Observing it, Han Lun is basically sure that most of this team are ordinary Rogue Cultivators, with only a few cores, but the purpose is impure.

"They don't seem to be exploring, they are more like rushing for a certain purpose. The reason why they brought so many people in is just muddling the water."

Combined with some rumors and rumors he found after arriving in the local area, Han Lun had a keen guess.

"There is some movement in front of me, everyone follow me to see, leave two people here, you...you, stay behind, are you okay?"

There was a faint sound from the depths of the forest, and the leader stood up and said.

At the same time, he pointed his fingers at two people.

One of them seems to be a very powerful guy in the core team. He was silent, covered his face, and rarely spoke. The only few shots were very clean and tidy. There was probably a Cultivation Base in the second rank of about 2 in the team. In, already considered the strong.

As for the other one, it happened to be Han Lun.

"Me... no problem."

Han Lun Lotus Position sat on the ground, raised his head, under the peaked cap, a face and an exaggerated smile at the corner of his mouth.

Seeing a group of Rogue Cultivators gradually disappear into the dense forest with a group of Rogue Cultivators, Han Lun slowly stood up and went straight to the masked man.

The other party was meditating in the Lotus Position. Seeing him coming, his eyes flashed with two electric lights, Spiritual Qi surged around his body, and electric sparks crackled, "What do you want to do?"

Han Lun smiled, and under the brush in his hand, a crystal clear dagger appeared: "I want to talk to you."

"You really have a problem!" The masked man snorted coldly, the second rank Cultivation Base unfolded, and grinned: "Unfortunately you chose the wrong person to talk to!"

"Is it?"

Han Lun pinched the dagger in his right hand and used the sharp edges to trim the fingernails of his left hand, his tone indifferent and cold.

As soon as the voice fell, the third-rank Cultivation Base burst open, and the masked man's face changed.

I want to struggle, but I suddenly find that the green land under my feet has turned into quicksand rolling at some time, and my legs are falling down, "You...you...who are you?"

Han Lun sneered, threw the dagger out, and penetrated the masked man's right hand that secretly drew the spear, his tone was like the cold wind of winter, bitingly: "Yiji, Han Lun!"

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Somewhere in the Fairy Forest.

A team of men in black hides quietly in the shadows of the trees.

Different from the messy Rogue Cultivators, they wear uniform uniforms similar to night clothes. They are disciplined and do not need close contact. As long as they are seen from a distance, they can clearly detect the difference between them and other Rogue Cultivators teams.

At this moment, the leader of the team is standing in the forefront, holding a telescope in his hand, sticking to his eye socket, looking into the distance.

In the camera, it was a vehicle traveling alone, escorted by the Elf Guard, or under surveillance. The red flag of Xia Guo on the roof was fluttering, and it drove quickly toward the center of the floating land along the branches of the World Tree.

"The envoys have set off."

Putting down the binoculars, the leader heard the deputy next to him say.

The other party also just put down the telescope.

"Yes, they have set off, and we should set off too." The leader man sighed and said melancholy.

"Go to the floating land center?"

"Otherwise? Where else can I go?" The leader glanced at his side deputy with an idiotic look, and then said in a tired and helpless voice, "The mission of the Thirteenth Division has set off. No accident, it is to Visiting the kings of the elves, the order you and I got was to muddy the water and not allow the thirteen divisions to succeed. The bigger the trouble, the better. Now it seems that if the establishment of diplomatic relations between the two parties can be destroyed, it should probably be allowed. Are you satisfied with helping the gringo?"

"Destroy diplomacy? You mean..."

The leader threw the binoculars to his men aside, as if feeling that the wind was too strong and too cold. He stretched out his hand to tighten his neckline and was silent for a few seconds. There was a trace of cunning and cruelty in his tired eyes.

"There are so many strong players in the Thirteen Division. We can't afford to provoke them. The situation on the elves is unknown, but according to observations, there are also many strong ones. The Rogue Cultivators we instigated can only involve a little bit of the energy of the Thirteen Division. , But it's not of much use. With only our hands...thinking about it, we can probably only start from this messenger group."

"Oh?"

"Get ready, follow up, find a chance to kill the messenger group, if you can best blame the elves, it doesn’t matter if you can’t, I don’t believe it, the messenger group disappeared in the land of the elves, and the gang of the thirteenth division paid back What can I do to establish diplomatic relations with peace of mind! Even if they want, the pressure of public opinion is enough to give them a headache!"

As he said, the leader was about to give an order to set off, suddenly as if he sensed something, his eyes changed immediately!

Like a falcon.

Turning his head to look somewhere in the dense forest, the five fingers of his right hand suddenly opened like claws.

Dark and turbid qi gushed out from the fingertips, and the five black qi entangled and circled each other, tangled into a ball, and fell in that direction in an instant!

"puff!"

The foul air spewed and exploded immediately, and the covered area saw the trees withered, as if they had been corroded by strong acid. Numerous small black holes were leached out, and they became incomplete.

The dense branches and leaves were "burned" to death, turned into residues, and scattered one after another.

And under this weird corrosion.

A looming shadow hidden in the dense forest flashed suddenly and disappeared!

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