Enter the Immortal Cultivation

"It's nothing more than that."

Chen Feng's words hit Ran Yingwei's heart like a hammer.

It’s nothing more than this… nothing more than this…

This is clearly what he said after falling under the illusion!

Suddenly, his face turned pale and he began to sense his own mechanism butterfly.

"Stop looking for it. The butterfly you blew yourself up is real, and so are the injuries on your body." Chen Feng said with a joking smile: "It seems like your hostility towards me is really not that great. You can actually kill me within a few seconds." I made the decision to self-destruct. Since you hate me so much, how could I have the nerve to stop the self-destruction? So, I didn’t intercept that soul signal.”

Ran Yingwei looked at Suo Wenhong blankly, hoping that his friend could say something. The Yuliu type three mechanical butterfly is a very sophisticated mechanical beast, especially the scales on its wings. As a Casimir device for a vacuum zero-point energy power furnace, the price is naturally not low. That group of butterflies was a reward from the master's sect, and the price was enough to bankrupt the Golden elixir monk. He simply couldn't afford another set. If Chen Feng cannot be allowed to pay some compensation, his combat effectiveness will drop to 30% of its peak for a long time - but if he blows up his mechanism during the battle, there is no reason to come to ask for it!

However, the response he wanted never came.

Chenfeng put away the dagger to indicate that the fight was over. Ran Yingwei made a roaring sound in his throat, but it turned into a sigh: "When...how did you do it?"

"The moment I tore apart your defense, your body was exposed." Chen Feng said without looking back: "With the triple blessing of the Flame of Fate, my own magic power, and Yang Shen Pavilion's magic, I was on the spiritual level in an instant. I crushed you. Then, I temporarily cut off the connection between your senses and your physical body, and created an illusion in my mind. I originally wanted to figure out your tactics for the next fifty seconds, but I didn’t expect it. Ah, you actually self-destructed the mechanism neatly - if you still have the mechanism and cooperate with the Piao Miao Palace spell, you have no chance of winning. "

"Cough...cough..." Ran Yingwei choked out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground exhausted.

Chen Feng suddenly stopped, turned his back to Mr. Xiao and his group and said: "Strong is strong, weak is weak, and it will not be reversed due to the subjective state of both parties. My magic power is stronger and my spells are better, no matter how good your mind is, The mirror is like the sword and the sky is useless. If my combat effectiveness is greatly reduced because of something I can't bear to look back on, then why should I practice immortality? By the way, your secret technique is good."

This time Wen Huang's expression was really complicated. He screamed: "How can you use his mind at will! Do you know this is against the law?"

"I'm sorry, but your hostility is too obvious, and I am the law enforcer and have this power." Chen Feng walked back to the formation without looking back.

Wang Qi stared at Ran Yingwei, not knowing what he was talking about to the citizens.

"I'm afraid the reason why this Piaomiao Palace True Legend doesn't use magic is because he underestimates the enemy, right?" He thought: "I'm afraid it's because of insufficient calculation power."

If a single Yuliu Type III butterfly is regarded as a discrete element in space and time, and each flapping of its wings is a state change, then these butterflies themselves can be regarded as each cell scattered in a regular grid.

This is a model called a "cellular automaton".

In order to maintain the flexibility of the butterfly swarm, Ran Yingwei could not keep the butterfly swarm in the same position all the time. In other words, the difficulty of borrowing power models for the butterfly swarm increased exponentially. What’s even more frightening is that in addition to cellular automata having no fixed mathematical formulas, complicated construction methods, many variants, and complex behaviors, there is also a very fatal point - this system is chaotic. When describing the convergence type of motion, it uses The attractor of is not a periodic, linear mediocre attractor, but a strange attractor and a chaotic attractor.

Chaos mathematics has not yet become independent. Only Suanjun has conducted preliminary research on the "divergence" problem of functions and the "three-body problem". It cannot be called a complete systematic science that can be put into application.

The reason why Ran Yingwei didn't use magic was because he couldn't use magic. All his computing power was used to maintain the existence of the butterfly swarm.

Chenfeng stood beside Wang Qi and Chen Youjia. Wang Qi poked him with his arm: "Hey, boss, what is the unbearable past?"

"Are you confident in fighting Suo Wenhong?" Chen Feng asked him, "You are the protagonist in this fight!"

"I'm not sure of winning, but I'm still 50% sure." Wang Qi smiled confidently. He was acting under orders, so he tried his best to avoid this kind of competition where he was not 90% sure. but now……

I have to ask my boss to pretend that I am the protagonist, isn’t it very low!

"Arrogant and crazy!" Suo Wenhong, who had just helped Ran Yingwei back to the sidelines, sneered: "Are you fighting me? Haha. I think that among the forty-seven... forty-eight true disciples of Wanfamen's contemporaries, only You’re in the lower reaches, but that’s better than being at the bottom of the pile like you!”

Wang Qi whispered to Chen Youjia: "Forty-eight... I suddenly feel that this I know the true identity is so cheap!"

Chen Youjia stepped on Wang Qi and turned her head in disgust - she didn't like this way of speaking, but the girl who had already explained herself consciously said: "Thirty years is a generation. During these thirty years, we will recruit students from time to time. Directly promoted to the true disciple, and every year an inner disciple is promoted to the true disciple. Then those who fail to find the path to the soul after thirty years are automatically removed from the status of the true disciple. Those who are promoted to the soul after twenty years and take over the position are not considered disciples. Now the sect is still a disciple. There are eighteen direct promotions and thirty promotions."

"In the novels, it is said that a certain sect has more than a dozen or several great disciples, which sounds so impressive..."

"Stupid, this shows that the current Faxian Dao is well-organized and the Wanfa Sect is rich and powerful!"

Seeing Wang Qi and Chen Youjia still whispering, Suo Wenhong couldn't stand it first. He stepped into the arena, drew his sword and yelled: "You bastard, are you ignoring me?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Wang Qi apologized with a smile: "By the way, you said before that I will decide how to beat you, right?"

"You want to fight purely with sword skills, right?" Suo Wenhong snorted and began to calculate his chances of winning if he fought purely with sword skills.

The swordsmanship that Wang Qi showed just now was really amazing! Suo Wenhong felt that if he fought with swords instead of strength, he might not have a 50% chance of winning if he relied purely on sword skills.

“No, no, no.” Wang Qi shook his head, a golden light flashing in his eyes: “If I ask you to suppress your magic power to below the foundation-building stage, you will not be convinced. How about this, you suppress half, and then we can use any means to fight a real battle, how about it?”

Suo Wenhong’s expression became scary: “Are you sure you only need me to suppress half?”

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