A Million Possible

"Are you Anton?"

Cheng Lin felt the real pressure pervading his body, squinted his eyes, and looked at the figure falling on the ground in front of him.

In his pupils, two delicate fields slowly rotated. Through his perception ability, he clearly perceives that the opponent's Cultivation Base far exceeds the fifth rank, which is suspected to be the sixth rank Realm.

Judging from the effectiveness of this person's shot, this is still a sixth rank state biased towards combat power.

Reminiscent of the flare that was fired before, the answer is ready to come out.

...

Facing Cheng Lin's inquiry, the other party did not respond.

Just approached slowly.

As he got closer and closer, Cheng Lin finally saw the person's appearance, and was a little surprised immediately.

Actually is not the problem of beauty and ugliness...he can't tell the difference either.

Mainly I was surprised that this "Tiger of the Far East" had a very different figure from his nickname.

In his original guess about Anton, this should be a man with the physique of a "brown bear".

However, the real Anton is surprisingly "small".

I don't know if he is 30 years old, he has a pale golden beard on his face, and his eyes are gray-blue, very cold, reminiscent of winter.

His hair is the same color as his beard, and his body is almost the same as Cheng Lin, which is somewhat "thin".

He was wearing the uniform of the Super League of Soviet Union, with leather boots under his feet.

He walked to the blood-stained "man in a suit" and kicked him with his shoes.

The other party seemed to be in a coma, and did not respond to it, but fortunately, there were still ups and downs in his chest, proving that he was still alive.

"This person needs treatment, at least he can't die like this."

Cheng Lin couldn't help but reminded.

However, Anton still did not answer him, or rather, it was more like disdain to talk to him. Hearing this, he raised his right fist and hammered it down somewhere in the air with Cheng Lin's vigilant expression.

"Crack, click..."

It sounded like an eggshell cracking intensively.

A scene in the forest shattered.

The missing Song Xian really held a sword in both hands and made a slashing movement. He was not too surprised to see the barrier collapsed.

Obviously, even if Anton does not make a move, he will soon break the cage from the inside.

"Cheng Lin... is this?"

When he saw the situation between the courts, Song Xianzhen was immediately stunned.

Cheng Lin glanced at An Dong and narrated the matter in the most concise terms.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard An Dong finally speak, asking in his not fluent Chinese:

"I need to know what happened."

After a pause, he spit out two more words: "flame, him."

The latter "he" obviously refers to the guy on the ground who fell into a coma and kept bleeding.

Obviously, Anton who rushed over didn't know what happened, but it didn't delay his attack on the man in the suit.

After all, the appearance of this person means abnormality in itself.

Coupled with the previous signal flare, it is enough to give him ample reason to act.

Facing An Dong's question, Song Xianzhen took a deep breath and took a few steps forward.

Facing the great pressure, I recounted the matter.

When he heard that the Su team was almost wiped out and another one was trying to rescue, the expressionless face of the thin "Tiger of the Far East" finally showed a clear dignity.

Anton is no stranger to Death. Every time he explores, almost a practitioner will die.

After experiencing this kind of things, I got used to it. This does not explain how indifferent he is, but the fact is that after hearing Song Xianzhen's narration, he is obviously more concerned about the possible consequences of this incident.

"This matter is very important, take me to the scene immediately, and..."

An Dong uttered Chinese words jerkily. He suddenly looked at Cheng Lin and said in a commanding tone:

"Give me what you found."

What was found?

Cheng Lin blinked and lifted the bizarre brass object in his hand that resembled a perfume bottle.

It really looks like a perfume bottle.

At the bottom is a hexagonal container, which is also inlaid with red or green gems.

At the top, there is a small push switch connected to a brass button.

Cheng Lin pressed it tentatively, and found that there was a very thin little red mist spraying out, but it was a pity that the amount was too small, and it had no effect, but it made him feel a little trance.

"Could it be that this is the root cause of the Su team's madness? Magical Item? Or poison? Or something else? It seems to have been used up, no wonder he didn't use it on me and Song Xianzhen just now."

Cheng Lin thought in his heart.

With a calm face on his face, he rubbed the brass vial and said, "You said this?"

"Yes, give it to me." Anton ordered.

Cheng Lin smiled tightly and shook his head slowly: "Sorry, not for the time being."

Obviously, An Dong hadn't expected this Xia Guo student to reject him.

Song Xianzhen, who was standing by, looked over in surprise.

I only saw Cheng Lin calmly explain:

"If my guess is correct, this artifact may be the key physical evidence of this incident. Now there are two witnesses, one of which is unknown, and the other... life and death are unknown, and it falls into your hands. The physical evidence is very important. To avoid some misunderstandings that affect the friendship between the two sides, I hope to give this evidence to Xing Hong."

Cheng Lin believes that Anton must know the name Xing Hong.

As for this "evidence", as he said, if the "lucky guy" had an accident with the "man in a suit" on the ground, then this one in his hand might be the key thing that determines the nature of the matter.

Out of the consideration of taking the initiative, it is impossible for him to hand it over to Anton.

This is tantamount to surrendering the right to speak to the State of Su.

Hearing his words, Anton's dignified face was first surprised, then absurd, and then angry.

His gray-blue eyes are like eagles, staring at Cheng Lin, his tone is cold:

"I, say it again, give it to me!"

While saying this, Cheng Lin clearly sensed that the temperature around him dropped sharply, and his own limbs had been affected in some way, becoming stiff and having difficulty breathing. He understood that this was hierarchical suppression.

Anton’s sixth rank, he only has the fourth rank, this is a full suppression of the breath between the two realms!

Although he didn't want to admit it, the pressure was so strong that Cheng Lin couldn't resist it at all. Even if he opened his cards and faced the sixth-rank strong with his current ability, he would be able to survive at best. As for winning, there is little hope for victory.

Hmm...Perhaps trapping it in the spirit world and killing it with time is the safest and most effective way, but the price is huge.

"The Cultivation Base is still too low..."

Cheng Lin sighed softly in his heart.

Although it took him three months to get promoted from an ordinary person to the fourth rank, it was already extremely fast.

However, at this moment, when he faced Anton's coercion, he still felt that his advancement was too slow.

Fortunately, given the alliance between Xia and Su, Cheng Lin did not worry that Anton would hurt himself.

Therefore, he resisted the coercion, moved the corners of his mouth that was somewhat stiff, pulled out a smile, and said in a calm voice:

"Even if you say it ten times, I won't give it to you."

After a pause, he said again: "Song Xianzhen."

Hearing Cheng Lin's own name, Song Xianzhen was stunned for a second, and he understood.

Seeing that he flipped his right hand, he took the flare gun in his hand, and then decisively pressed the trigger.

"call out!"

"Snapped!"

The emergency signal belonging to Xia State rose into the sky, illuminating the night sky above the three people in the forest.

A cold wind blew through.

Anton moved the gray-blue eyes that stared at Cheng Lin.

Immediately, Cheng Lin felt the force pressing on his head suddenly loosened.

He exhaled slightly.

I heard Anton's words and his tone was inexplicable:

"I remember you."

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