Psychics don't die from gunfire

Song Shi's order was resolutely carried out.

No one tried to say something like "Do you want to think about it again?", patrolling the border and patrolling on behalf of the Lord of Yenan. As important government officials in the capital of a province, these people are admittedly high-ranking and powerful, but in the direct route. Before the "border inspection" of the first court, it was still much inferior.

In addition, this Song Shi seems to be a little pressed for time. His style of conduct since patrolling the border focuses on speed. Anyone who doesn't agree with him will be killed. It's better not to get into trouble.

The second day after entering Douqu City.

"You're very neat in what you do."

In an antique courtyard, Song Shi and a man were sitting on the ground. The latter threw two pieces of bread into the pond nearby. Suddenly, several red koi carps rushed over and swallowed the fist-sized piece of bread in one gulp, splashing a few pieces of bread. Pile water splash over here.

"A new variety using biological modulation technology." The other party wiped away the water stains calmly: "It is said that it can be up to three meters long. I don't know whether it is true or not, but I eat a lot every day."

The expansion of their bodies seemed to have made the brains of these koi fish much bigger and more agile. They swam to Song Shi's side, raised their round heads towards the edge of the pool for a long time, and found that the other koi had no intention of feeding him. Finally, it flicked its tail and splashed a bunch of water.

The water splashed in the air with a "chi" sound and instantly vaporized.

Several koi fish were frightened, and without looking back, they plunged into the depths of the pond.

"Well, I was awarded by the Pope to serve as the supervisor of Douqu City." The other party thought for a moment and decided to speak first.

One sentence reveals two pieces of information.

He is a member of Wuzong.

It is also directly under the supervision of the First Tribunal.

"Then what is your identity at the moment?" Song Shi tapped his index finger on the coffee table.

"We are currently under supervision." The other party spat out a sentence: "Your thundering force has done me a big favor."

"The power of thunder." Song Shi said noncommittally: "As a regional supervisor, although the authority is not as good as that of patrol supervisors, if you really want to rectify it, I don't think it will be a problem."

"You know the answer, so why bother asking?"

The other party shook his head and said calmly.

"No force, no institution, no one can achieve a perfect ideal state. As a supervisor, what I ensure is that these illnesses will not rise to a baseline and ensure that when the Holy See needs it, Douqu City and the provinces under its jurisdiction can provide sufficient strength.”

"If you regularly use the power of thunder to clear out the entire territory, it is naturally necessary." He threw out another piece of bread, but this time the koi did not dare to come forward: "But we cannot always maintain this high-pressure state, which will make When people are in panic, appropriate relief is also necessary.”

"Over time, there have been compromises, negotiations and tacit understandings among all parties. Even though I was supervising, I was somewhat out of my control and it was difficult to exert force."

He concluded: "That's why I say you helped me a lot."

Song Shi held the teacup, heat rising from his palms, and the tea bubbled gurglingly.

The young man took a breath and changed the subject: "Why do you have so many prosthetics implanted?"

Compared with what we had seen before, those members of the Wuzong who had a very low degree of prosthetic transformation - especially the first level of pure natural man, Fang Si.

The forty-year-old Douqu City Supervisor in front of me has a much higher level of prosthetics. Although there is no major replacement of prosthetics, the high-precision prosthetic eyes that are constantly shrinking, the brain-computer interface at the back of the skull, and the ear rims are still there. There are a lot of data slots, and there is a bright silver etched circuit across the chin.

"I must declare in advance that Wu Zong and I do, uh, have the tendency of 'psychic supremacy'." After hearing this, the other party became serious on the spot and said straightly: "But it doesn't mean that we have to be primitive people. They call us people who hold on to ancient dogma.”

He paused and his tone suddenly became suspicious: "Did the Beiting Defense Front tell you something?"

"Is it possible it's the Haita trade?"

The man cursed and snorted coldly: "A bunch of greedy guys! They are all pure slander of corporateism and have no value in paying attention."

"In short, most outsiders have a big misunderstanding of Wu Zong and me."

The other party's voice was as solid as iron, sonorous and powerful: "You should understand that, 'the supreme martial artist, the strongest among the strongest'. To reach this state, the prosthetic body is absolutely not qualified - at least with the current technology, it is far from enough." ”

"Only spiritual power." He raised a hand and clenched it into a fist: "Only spiritual power can lead to the true path to power. The prosthetic body can be brave for a moment, but it depends on the external force. "Song Shi, I see that you maintain a natural attitude, so you must agree with this point of view."

The man's fist suddenly loosened, he pinched his four fingers together, raised his index finger straight up, and pointed at the young man.

"—I said that, right?"

"Can I think that you are talking to me now as a member of the Wuzong?"

Song Shi held his index finger and drank the boiling tea before speaking slowly.

The other party didn't answer, but the solid light in his eyes said everything.

So, Song Shi put down his teacup and stood up slowly.

"What heaven are you in?"

"He once served as the fourth heaven, but failed to meet the expectations of the Holy See and has not been able to break through the fourth ring."

The man also stood up, and there seemed to be some subtle ripples in the air, like the ink dragon pressing down before a heavy rain, sinking little by little.

Breathless.

"That's the fourth heaven before."

Earlier, Song Shi was invited by the local supervisor to come here to discuss the situation.

Lapis Lazuli and Anthony pushed for the purge and were no longer around.

"Back then, we, the Wuzong, were defeated by the Beiting defense line. This cause and effect must be settled."

"You can fight in Tiandu and fight in Wuxu. It is really amazing. You have done what everyone in my Wuzong wants to do. If I don't experience it in person, I will die with my eyes wide open!"

The man's tone was extremely respectful, but it was accompanied by an increasingly vigorous momentum.

"Nandou Song Shi! I am Wuzong Wu Bin! Would you like to teach me?"

The powerful spiritual energy reverberated in this antique courtyard. Even if it was just a little bit of the aftermath, it had already caused the pond to crackle. Several koi fish wanted to bury their heads in the mud and trembled constantly.

Even because of his aging, his status as the fourth heaven was cancelled.

He is over 40 years old this year, but he still has not been able to break through to the fourth ring.

As the man said, he felt pain, hatred, and regret. He failed the expectations of the patriarch.

But he was once the fourth heaven after all.

Another way to say that he has not broken through the fourth ring.

——It means that he has been stuck at the peak of the third ring for a long time!

"Change the place."

Song Shi said.

"Of course!"

The man shouted.

The next moment, two streams of light rose up in the opposite direction, broke through the courtyard, and rushed straight into the sky!