Legend of the Supreme Soldier

Duoka's study room is very large, and it doesn't seem crowded to accommodate more than a dozen people. There were seven or eight people sitting inside, some were drinking tea leisurely, some were discussing quietly in groups of two or three, some were resting with their eyes closed, while some had already fallen asleep and were snoring very rhythmically.

"Little Mo'er is back." It was Doka who spoke, and he was the owner of the place.

"En." Shu Mo'er nodded obediently. She is the most beloved of this group of people, and everyone gives their attention and kindness to this beautiful and kind little girl without hesitation.

But don't be deceived by her innocent appearance, her strength is unambiguous, being able to become a sixth-level shooter at a young age not only shows her outstanding talent, but also proves her hard work. And she also has actual combat experience far beyond her age group, which is especially valuable.

"Mo'er, did you have a good time today?" The one who spoke was Wei Zheng, who was the shooter closest in age to Shu Mo'er in the whole team. He is only twenty-four years old this year. Although he is four years older than Shu Moer, this age still allows him to be called a genius.

For some reason, Shu Mo'er disliked Wei Zheng very much. It stands to reason that Wei Zheng is outstanding both in appearance and background. Wei Zheng was born in a family with excellent upbringing, always with a charming smile, and his demeanor made people feel very comfortable. Moreover, he has Hiding blood, and his appearance is not inferior to any handsome man. You know, the Hidin tribe has always been known for their handsome men.

In the eyes of many women, Wei Zheng was the representative of a perfect man, but Shu Moer didn't feel anything. If it wasn't for Wei Zheng's strong strength, and everyone was in the same team, she would never have pretended. In her eyes, she even felt that Wei Zheng was not as friendly as Edward, who was a frequent alcoholic.

But Wei Zheng seems to be very enthusiastic about Shu Moer, which makes Shu Moer very distressed. Originally, Wei Zheng wanted to go out with her this time, but it took Shu Moer a long time to refuse.

Although she felt a little uncomfortable in her heart, she still said obediently: "Well, I am very happy, thank you Brother Wei."

Wei Zheng showed a very charming smile: "Mo'er just have fun."

"Mo'er, what fun happened today? Seeing you are so happy." Duoka asked with interest.

As soon as he talked about today's events, Shu Mo'er became interested: "Uncle Doka, Mo'er met a very interesting person today!"

There was a bit of pampering in Duoka's eyes, and he asked with a smile: "Who can make our Mo'er so excited?"

"Haha, it can't be that our Mo'er met the lover in his mind." The joker was Peng Acha, who was the oldest in the group, with a red rosacea nose and messy bird feathers on his head He is wild, but his personality is like a child's, and he loves to joke.

Wei Zheng still had a charming smile on his face, but there was a gleam in his eyes.

Shu Mo'er hurriedly defended: "No, that's not it! I met a very powerful weapon maker today, and he once made weapons for an eighth-level shooter."

"Oh, there is such a person in Tacheng?" The people who had closed their eyes and rested sat up, and everyone was very interested in the news.

Doka frowned: "Impossible, if there is such a character, I would know it. If it is said that the weapon maker is relatively good, there is probably only one weapon maker named Christine in this area. But her skills It's not bad, but it's not close enough to be able to make a weapon for a level 8 marksman."

Shu Mo'er smiled triumphantly: "Hehe, I also met the Christine you mentioned today, she is the student of the weapon maker." Suddenly, Shu Mo'er had a weird expression, she thought of Chris Ting, this woman is a bit scary!

Wei Zheng sensitively caught Shu Mo'er's expression, and he didn't know what he was thinking of. The coldness in his eyes grew stronger, but the smile on his face became more and more charming.

Doka said in surprise: "Christine's teacher? I haven't heard of this. If it is really Christine's teacher, it is quite possible."

Shu Mo'er said mysteriously: "Yes, you must all know that eighth-level shooter."

"Who is it?" Peng Acha asked curiously.

Shu Mo'er proudly said: "Shaya, everyone knows it. It is said that she replaced the light gun with a piece of tortoise wood. It is said that the light gun can penetrate a five-centimeter-thick stone target in the clouds."

Everyone was shocked: "Pierce through a five-centimeter-thick stone target in the clouds? It's amazing!"

Shu Mo'er was even more proud, as if she made the light gun: "You guys will definitely not be able to guess what that gun is made of."

"What is it made of? Bright star birch? Or night mist fir?" Peng Acha was very interested.

"Hee hee, that's wrong!" Shu Mo'er and Peng Acha have a very good relationship, she smiled playfully, "I knew you wouldn't guess it, and I was surprised when I heard it, that light gun is actually made of the most common Made of snow-spotted blue fir."

"Impossible!" Several people exclaimed in unison.

The people who were still a little bit sleepy were all shocked at this time, and everyone looked at each other in blank dismay. This news is really shocking. It is unheard of and unbelievable that the weapon made by the snow-spotted blue fir can penetrate the cloud stone five centimeters thick.

"Little Mo'er, take me there quickly! Ha, my old friend also wants a light gun like this!" Peng Acha's eyes lit up, his face full of impatience, wishing to rush to the magical weapon maker immediately.

Shu Mo'er was a little confused: "Pengpeng, that person has a weird temper, and I didn't think of any way to do it. Besides, Shaya traded that light gun for a piece of tortoise wood. Do you have any good things to exchange with him?" ?"

Peng Acha suddenly lost his spirits, like a frost-beaten eggplant: "No, the tortoise wood thing is only found in the depths of Darkness, and my old friend has no ability to go to such a dangerous place."

"Don't worry, Pengpeng, I'm also thinking of a way, anyway, we're going to stay here for a long time, let's figure out a way slowly." Shu Mo'er hurriedly coaxed Acha.

Everyone was silent, things like tortoise wood were probably only available to eighth-level shooters. They are all only sixth-level shooters, and there is still a considerable gap in strength between them and eighth-level shooters.

At this moment, someone rushed into the study in a hurry, but it was a man with thick eyebrows.

"Neville, what's the matter?" It was Zong Wen who asked, and he was also the leader of the entire team. Zong Wen has a clear face, and his eyes are extremely bright. He is in his prime time as a shooter in his 40s this year. Neville is usually calm and calm when things happen, but Zong Wen was a little surprised by his turbulent appearance today.

All eyes immediately focused on Neville's face.

Neville, who is usually honest and steady, raised two thick eyebrows: "I just met someone."

"Who?" Zong Wen's face was a little dignified. If it was an ordinary person, Neville would definitely not have such an expression. Among them, who doesn't have a few enemies? Could it be that Neville met his old enemy?

"I was wandering around the street today, and suddenly felt that someone was robbing not far away. I ran there, but I saw an amazing scene. One person, two robbers were wiped out." Neville Shen Said, his expression is very dignified.

Peng Acha said: "I said Xiao Nei, this is your fault. It's normal for one person to kill two robbers. Is it worth being so surprised? If you meet my old friend, hehe , Seven or eight people are nothing to worry about."

Everyone looked at Neville with puzzled eyes, and Peng Acha expressed their doubts.

Neville shook his head: "It's not uncommon for one person to kill two robbers, but what if he is unarmed?"

"Barehands?" Everyone's faces became serious.

Neville nodded: "It's barehanded! Both of them have light guns in their hands."

This time everyone is silent. Facing two armed robbers with bare hands, if it was him, what were his chances of winning? Soon, everyone came to the conclusion that unless the opponent was not a shooter, they had no chance of winning with bare hands.

"Those two robbers are both shooters, one is level three and the other is level four." Neville's words dissipated the only possibility that everyone had guessed.

"Impossible, even if you are an eighth-level shooter, it is impossible to face two gun shooters with your bare hands." Wei Zheng said with some doubts.

Neville took a deep breath: "I saw this with my own eyes! And their fight at that time happened to be within the envelope of my divine sense."

Everyone was silent for a moment. They all understood that eyes can deceive people, but spiritual sense can never deceive people. What's more, it is a calm sixth-level shooter's spiritual sense induction, which can never go wrong.

"That man was very cold, and he shot very fiercely. With only one move, he twisted the throats of the two robbers. I went to check the two corpses later, and the throats of the two corpses had been completely shattered!"

Neville's deep voice was like a dream, and it dropped a heavy bomb in the hearts of everyone.

The room was quiet, and the air was like heavy lead pressing on everyone's hearts, making it hard to breathe. Everyone is wondering if they can win if they meet such a terrible guy.

Neville raised his head, glanced at everyone, and said with a wry smile: "And I found that if I face him alone, I have no chance of winning."

As soon as this sentence came out, everyone was shocked.

Zong Wen forced a smile and said, "You don't have to belittle yourself so much, anyway, you are also a sixth-level shooter. If word spreads, people who don't know will think that we are all a bunch of parallel imports."

Zong Wen's words lifted everyone's spirits, no, they are sixth-level shooters who have already stepped into the ranks of masters, and they are not ordinary ones that can be seen everywhere.

The bitterness on Neville's face was even stronger: "Because I found that the moment he started, my divine sense couldn't perceive him at all, let alone lock him."

"How is it possible?" Even Zong Wen, who had always been calm, couldn't bear it now, and the rest of the people all changed their faces.

See everyone's shock. Neville calmed down instead: "It's true, his movements are too fast, like lightning, I can't see clearly at all. He seems to be able to detect my divine thoughts, and the moment he starts, my divine thoughts appear Lost trace of him."

He showed a look of reminiscence: "He is the fastest and most agile person I have ever seen. The strength in his hand is very strong, the throats of the two robbers were completely shattered, and the power of his blow can be imagined. Two The robbers didn't have time to fire a shot, his speed was too fast. And he didn't use any tools, and he jumped up the three-meter-high wall entirely with the strength of his legs. At that time, I thought I saw a civet cat."

"Have you seen what he looks like?" Zong Wen asked.

Neville shook his head: "No, I only saw his back."

After Neville finished speaking, everyone fell into deep thought. In one day, they met two such powerful people. Could it be that the small Yeta City is also a place where dragons and tigers are hidden?

Ye Zhong ignored Christine, who was a little absent-minded. He had many things to do. He's just finished testing some of the material he's already used. He already knew the properties of such a common material as snow-spotted blue cedar. All thanks to the advanced instruments scavenged from the scientific research team. All of these instruments are very advanced, and some of them are not even available in the market. The scientific research team secretly developed the instruments themselves, which are all cheaper for Ye Zhong.

Ye Zhong's foundation in weapon making is very solid, especially on the principle level. This is the foundation that those "Aurora" grandfathers took the trouble to lay for him. This is also the most important reason why he can face new materials with ease.

The defensive weapons made some time ago were very rough because they didn't know the nature of the materials. Now that Ye Zhong knew every parameter of them, he planned to readjust these weapons.

Every concealed weapon in the yard was taken out by him.

Christine's mouth was wide enough to swallow an egg, and she was completely terrified!

What does he want to do?

She had no idea that there was such a serious murderous intent hidden in this seemingly empty courtyard! In the corners of the yard, in the walls of the fence, weapons are hidden everywhere. The most exaggerated thing was in the middle of the yard, under a sliding stone slab, stood a forty-nine large-caliber light egg gun tubes with a diameter of more than 20 centimeters. She has seen no fewer than five artillery formations like this.

Christine's scalp was numb. The heavy firepower seen here was almost comparable to a military fortress.

And when Ye Zhong disassembled and refitted these terrifying weapons in front of her, Christine felt that she was going crazy!

No, this guy is crazy! This guy is a real madman!

What made Christine feel the creepiest and chills the most was Ye Zhong's calm face when he was making modifications. From the looks of it, Ye Zhong didn't seem to be doing some dangerous work, but seemed to be doing something very ordinary here, such as drinking tea. And his movements are very skilled, one can tell that this kind of thing is not done once or twice, Christine swallowed hard.

And when Christine saw Ye Zhong sitting on the muzzle of a thick gun barrel that could blow up a fighter plane, eating dry food, she finally passed out.

The only thought in her mind before she passed out, this world is too crazy! (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in

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