A Million Possible

"Wow!"

With the whistling sound of the waves near his ears, Cheng Lin threw his sword on the sea as he stood on the sword, as if stepping on a thin surfboard.

This kind of sword guarding ability to leave the medium of "hand" was something he hadn't had before, and he had this ability only after he was promoted to the high rank, that is, the seventh rank.

"call."

With a sigh of relief, he looked around and found that he was drifting on the mighty Pacific Ocean. There were some faults in his memory, mainly because he did not expect that the projection suddenly disappeared.

"This exploration is really unexpected. It ended like this." Cheng Lin sighed in his heart, but quickly figured out that this is exactly in line with the "Code" for the disappearance of previous projections, that is, "Spiritual Qi Concentration".

Those missiles detonated the entire lake, but the projection disappeared early, which is quite reasonable.

It's just... coming out of the projection, his mood suddenly became very complicated. The problems that were temporarily shelved because of being in battle will appear with the end of the projection, and these are all he needs to face. .

"I don't know what happened to Lancelot and Shi Shengcun...but don't die together..." Cheng Lin said to himself, actually is not too convinced of this possibility.

Although the missiles are powerful, the two of them are eighth rank after all... the hard resistance is a little overwhelming, but it should not be difficult to avoid them. After all, most of the bombing relies on shock waves.

Apart from other things, if it is himself, it is needless to say that the "spiritual world" is opened, even if it is only "liquefied", it can avoid the shock wave to a certain extent.

Hmm... the premise is that no one prevents...

Shaking his head, putting aside these messy thoughts, Cheng Lin began to urge Hejian under his feet to break through the waves.

The Pacific Ocean is too big. Falling from such a high place, casually, being blown down by the wind, being swept away by the waves, will spread the distance between each other, but, considering that everyone's standing is relatively close at the time, It's not too far.

Thinking of this, he discerned the next direction and started to move forward.

Not long after I walked out, I saw a splash of water on the surface of the water beside me.

A cultivator in Trisonic uniform, who didn't know which cultivator got out of the water, wiped his face with his right hand. After opening his eyes, he saw Cheng Lin who was silently watching him next to him.

The two were silent for each other, then, seeing Cheng Linqing cough, said:

"Brother, inquire, when you fell down, do you remember where the people from Jiuji were probably located?"

The cultivator was not very old. When asked by Cheng Lin, he blushed and panicked. Then he remembered it, and then lowered his head in shame: "I...I forgot..."

"Haha, it's okay, excuse me, you continue." Cheng Lin thanked him with a smile, and then urged He Jian to move on.

When he left, the cultivator came back to his senses, soaked in the sea water, took a deep breath, looked at Cheng Lin's back, and said with emotion:

"Seven-Rank Realm..."

...

Cheng Lin went on, and it didn't take long before he saw another person swimming in the sea, so he asked again.

Because of the power he showed before, although these cultivators did not overlap with Cheng Lin before, they still showed him the way with respect, allowing Cheng Lin to enjoy the feeling of being a celebrity.

Finally, after finding the right direction, he walked again and saw a piece of floating ice floating on the sea. A lot of people were already crowded on it, and members of Shueisha were among them.

"It's Cheng Lin!"

When he looked over, the people on the ice floe also saw him. Soon, they began to wave their arms. Cheng Lin also rushed over and stepped on the ice floe. After that, they saw familiar faces.

The two sides looked at each other, no one spoke for a while, and fell silent.

Finally, in a quiet atmosphere, Cheng Lin spoke and said, "I'm sorry... I kept this from everyone for so long..."

When he was half talking, he was interrupted by Xie Qingke.

She shook her head, stopped Cheng Lin's words, then stared at him with others, and asked, "Aren't we still friends?"

Cheng Lin was taken aback, and immediately laughed: "Of course! It will always be!"

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...

The friends from the Ninth Academy were able to adapt faster than Cheng Lin had expected, which also made his hanging heart fall.

Half a year ago, he, like Caowei, had very few friends, but now he has finally reaped some things, so naturally he doesn't want to be ruined just because of these things.

Fortunately... everything is developing in the best direction.

After the projection was over, the fighter jets in the sky began to guide the direction, leading everyone to move toward the aircraft carrier anchored in the ocean. It took several hours before a group of talents finally boarded the aircraft carrier.

Most of the more than two thousand people have returned, and the rest are searched by the logistics team, and they have little relationship with others.

Of course, some people will never come back.

There was also a battle in the Federation. Although it did not reach the "life and death" situation in the end, after all, there were casualties, both of them.

From this perspective, Celicia's madness is a good thing, otherwise, the battle will not end so fast, and the number of people who die will far exceed this number.

"Woo..."

In the sound of the sea vessel’s siren, Cheng Lin, who was with Jiu Si’s people, finally saw Liang Jing again, and Song Jun, who was next to her. The two had already lifted their “armor”, their injuries were not serious, and their expressions were not serious. fine.

"Shi Si Shou wants to see you."

As soon as Liang Jing spoke, he revealed extremely valuable information.

He's not dead?

Cheng Lin had such a thought in his mind and he almost didn't say this sentence, but the result was not too surprising. He nodded and looked at the other people beside him. Sun Xiao sat on the deck, clenched his fists, and rushed. He made a "come on" gesture.

Cheng Lin nodded, then got up, followed the two of them out of the crowd, and walked along the edge of the aircraft carrier. At this time, the ship under his feet had already started to move back to the east.

The salty sea breeze moved Cheng Lin's mood. He looked at the rest, talking, and busy people in the distance, and then asked: "How is his situation?"

"I was injured and was transported back to the mainland by plane early." Liang Jing's answer was simple.

gone back?

Cheng Lin paused slightly, thinking that you still said he wanted to see me?

Presumably seeing his thoughts, Liang Jing hurriedly explained:

"I hope you can go to the capital with us. When he stabilizes his injury, he will meet with you. Besides... the people in the ministry may also want to see you."

As expected...

Cheng Lin was not surprised, nodded, stopped, turned to look at the sea, held the ship's side with both hands, and said, "Yes."

Liang Jing breathed a sigh of relief, and then listened to Cheng Lin turning his head and asking seriously:

"Lancelot... is he dead?"

This is probably what everyone is most concerned about right now.

Although the eight-rank battle is not clear on the details, it is undoubtedly thrilling. Shi Shengcun was taken back for treatment in the first time, which shows that his injury is definitely not light.

However, without death, this is already considered a victory.

The remaining key lies in the federal side.

Under his gaze, Liang Jing pursed his lower lip, and finally shook his head: "No, the chief said, Lancelot was seriously injured and escaped. It shouldn't be Death, but..."

"But what?" Cheng Lin asked, feeling at the same time that he was still alive in the joint attack by Shi Shengcun and the missile, which was enough to see the power of Lancelot.

"But..." This time, Song Jun, who was next to him, answered first. She raised her mouth and smiled and said, "He may have fallen to the eighth rank."

What about falling?

Cheng Lin found it interesting, but he didn't immediately ask anything because he had already got the answer he wanted.

Lancelot fell to the eighth rank, and although Shi Shengcun was seriously injured, he never fell. Then, this decisive battle concerning the supremacy of the global practice world can be regarded as finally having an answer.

"In the next period of time, think about it, the Federation waits for Congress to turn into a defensive state, ah, even if they don't want to, they can only accept this result, and we are going to be busy." Liang Jing said with emotion.

"Are you busy receiving the results?" Cheng Lin joked.

Liang Jing didn't refute, thought about it seriously, and said, "Yes."

After a pause, she solemnly emphasized: "This is our common harvest."

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...

The conversation with Liang Jing was very short. After that, the two parties did not talk much tacitly. They were busy separately. The difference is that Liang Jing arranged a room for him in the cabin alone.

Cheng Lin thought for a while, but didn't refuse, leaving the matter of going to the capital behind his head for the time being, he turned to put his spirit in the spirit world.

He found that this "upgrade" seemed to be different from the past.

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