The Cyber Galaxy of Cultivation

Nan Ling was so quiet and didn't know how long he had been thinking about it. Tu Lu finally couldn't bear it anymore. He came to Nan Ling and said, "Our progress has slowed down a lot. If you continue to be so willful..."

Nan Ling interrupted lightly: "I've been waiting for you to give me today's test task."

Tu Lu took a deep breath and was a little angry at Nan Ling's behavior of knocking him down.

Then he turned cold again, threw a light screen in front of Nan Ling and said, "These are all the test contents this time. You'd better complete them all."

Nan Ling ignored him, just glanced at the light screen, and then repeated the first sentence at the top of the light screen: "Master the spiritual core blade?"

As he spoke, he used his thoughts to mobilize the power of the spiritual core in his body to gather in his right hand. There is a unique device here that can assist in condensing and shaping the power of the spiritual core.

The next moment, a one-meter-long pure white light blade popped out from the back of his right hand.

"This is the Spiritual Core Blade? But you haven't made it clear how to master it."

Nan Ling said something.

Tu Lu's eyes moved slightly and said: "That's it. The next step is..."

Before he finished speaking, Nan Ling interrupted again: "Then activate the spiritual core shield?"

"It turns out that those bumps on the back are the auxiliary generating devices of the spiritual core shield, so I understand."

As he finished speaking, a transparent mask appeared in front of him. Because the refractive index of the light suddenly changed, his body seemed to be distorted, and then returned to normal.

The researcher next to him already said: "The spiritual core shield has been turned on at full power and is very stable."

Nan Ling looked at Tu Lu, who was within the range of the shield but was not harmed, and then said: "It seems that this shield has the ability to self-recognize non-hostile targets."

Tu Lu was a little complicated and didn't know how to describe his feelings.

He simply said: "Very good, the third item, the extreme running test, needs to be conducted at an outside testing venue."

Nan Ling calmly followed the cursor in front of her to the outside field.

Then follow the instructions and sprint on a track in the ring space.

This runway looks straight, but in fact it is a ring due to the distortion of space.

A person running on a track will only feel that he is rushing forward, but in fact he will never be able to escape the ring of this space unless he stops.

Nan Ling was running on this ring space runway, increasing the sprint speed of the psychic weapon to the limit.

The researcher in the laboratory immediately said: "It's amazing to have reached the theoretical limit, and we can actually get such experimental data."

Any piece of equipment has a theoretical value and an actual value. The actual value is often worse than the theoretical value. After all, the theoretical value represents the limit that can be achieved under the most ideal circumstances.

Nan Ling did it, at least in terms of the speed of psychic weapons. He made full use of this theoretical value.

Nan Ling stopped when she saw the instruction that the test was completed.

Tu Lu suddenly said: "Why stop? You can run faster!"

All the researchers looked at him in surprise.

Nan Ling's ability to exceed the theoretical value already shocked them, but their person in charge still wanted Nan Ling to break through this limit?

Tu Lu noticed the gazes around him and said with a cold face: "The meaning of spiritual weapons is to break through the limits."

"Nan Ling, you are the one who can break through this limit, so don't stop."

Nan Ling stopped and replied calmly: "This test is completed."

Tu Lu took a deep breath, suppressed the annoyance in his heart and said, "Okay, the next test is a strength test."

After testing one after another, Nan Ling perfectly displayed the theoretical data of psychic weapons, allowing the entire laboratory to record the operating status of psychic weapons under such extreme parameters. This is very precious experimental data.

This made the tests in Nan Ling's laboratory proceed very quickly, but the pressure in the laboratory seemed to be low.

Because the more perfect Nan Ling behaved, the expression on their section chief's face became uglier.

Finally, when Nan Ling completed the last item on the list and walked back as if no one else was around, Tu Lu's gloomy expression suddenly reached its extreme.

"Open the restraints," he told his men.

The researcher's eyes showed a look of astonishment, as if Tu Lu was doing something very dangerous.

Tu Lu glanced at him and said, "What are you afraid of? The worst I can do is give him a punch. Changing my body won't affect my ability to use my brain."

The researcher was helpless.

Nan Ling returned to her position, and then prepared to return to consciousness.

But he was a man of rules. Before he returned to consciousness, he asked: "When will you come over next time?"

Tu Lu didn't answer.

Nan Ling looked over strangely and asked, "What, is the experiment over now?"

Tu Lu still didn't answer.

Nan Ling realized something this time. He looked at Tu Lu cautiously and said, "Are you planning to do something dirty to me again?"

Tu Lu said this time: "If you can cooperate with my work well, I don't want to do this."

Nan Ling suddenly understood something, and her consciousness immediately tried to leave this body.

As a result, I never expected that my consciousness would be tightly pressed into this body and I would not be able to get out no matter what.

He calmed down, knowing that there was no point in trying randomly at this time.

So while feeling something wrong in his body, he said coldly: "Are you trying to force me to obey your arrangements in this way?"

Tu Lu said calmly: "As long as you meet my requirements, you will naturally let your consciousness go back."

Nan Ling clenched her fists and said, "Aren't you afraid of my counterattack if you do this?"

Tulu said: "If you are really planning to cause chaos, then the laboratory's security system will be activated and you will be unable to do anything."

Nan Ling unclenched his fist and said, "Then it seems that I really can't mess around."

Tu Lu showed a rare expression of satisfaction and said, "Very good, at least you didn't foolishly challenge the security system here."

Nan Ling felt that he might be a fool in his eyes. This was the Forger's laboratory. How could he possibly provoke the Forger's security system?

However, Nan Ling did not give in to Tu Lu. He stood upright and said calmly: "Have you considered the consequences of doing this?"

"Although I don't know how you manage it, I know that it should be taboo for you to do this."

Tu Lu said calmly: "You don't need to worry about it."

"Haha." Nan Ling suddenly chuckled and said, "It seems like you are the kind of guy who relies on his talent and thinks that he can do whatever he wants if he has some talent."

"I don't know how far the Founder can tolerate your willful behavior?"

Tu Lu didn't speak. He just looked at Nan Ling with doubtful eyes, as if he couldn't understand what Nan Ling meant by that.

However, at the next moment, an experimenter exclaimed: "No, his consciousness is collapsing and collapsing. Is he crazy? Why did he commit suicide?!"

Tu Lu was shocked. He quickly took two steps forward and came to the spiritual weapon, only to find that the spiritual weapon had lost control and was in a silent state.

It's just that unlike before when it automatically knelt down when it was silent, this time it stood up straight.

Tu Lu's face became very ugly. This was a situation he never expected.

But he quickly regained his composure and said: "Send an obituary to Your Excellency, the Seeker, and ask Him to provide another tester."

In the laboratory, the researchers looked at each other with hard expressions, and they were already very resistant to Tu Lu's behavior.

None of them moved, because this time the matter was too big, and they felt that Tulu would not be able to contain it no matter how valued it was by the caster.