One Man’s Power

Rejected.

Yellow River Headquarters, at the entrance of the elevator, when Peng Ming said this, he looked calm on the surface, but inside he was like a thin tiger silently licking its injured paw.

It is not the claws that are injured, but the young heart.

I think he is also a real consultant of the imperial capital division!

The dignified pioneer transcendent!

Unexpectedly... The Central Research Institute refused... It was as if the cruel and cold reality turned into waves, slapping Peng Ming's face mercilessly. ah!

Tang Hong persuaded with a smile: There is no one thing that can be done overnight in life, come again next time.

In recent days, Tang Hong has read a lot of spiritual books.

All kinds of psychological books have written on it that life cannot be smooth sailing, you have to go through some big winds and waves to arouse your fighting spirit, and only when it rains heavily can you see the rainbow after the rain, across the sky and hang across the sky, so it is wonderful.

well.

The elevator closed and opened and closed again, Peng Ming hesitated to speak.

You do not understand.

Peng Ming sighed. He pulled Tang Hong, turned around and entered the elevator: It's not as simple as you said to be able to arouse fighting spirit after repeated defeats and battles. Geniuses can't understand us ordinary consultants.

Ordinary people?

Tang Hong was noncommittal.

Every consultant level is a steel warrior who has been killed in life-and-death battles. His belief and will are like tempered steel, and his body is full of scars, telling the demise of gods and gods.

It can be said that without the Type 19 equipment, the surface of the consultant-level body may not have any scars.

But inside the flesh and blood...

Countless hidden injuries! Those are all hidden wounds that cannot be completely healed by self-healing ability alone, hidden in the subtleties of the body.

Furthermore.

With the terrifying will of the consultant level, it is difficult to say anything to arouse fighting spirit, which makes Tang Hong very speechless.

If there is no fighting spirit, how can we persist in this blocking battle with almost no hope...

etc……

Tang Hong reacted: Repeatedly defeated?

That's right. Peng Ming shrugged: I applied three times in total.

Pioneer transcendents can apply for the ultimate fetish. But whether the application is approved depends on the Central Research Institute.

After the application, there will be a series of reviews to analyze whether the applicant has the possibility of breaking through and becoming a saint. The higher the possibility, the higher the chance of passing.

Unfortunately, Peng Ming's application was rejected three times.

The elevator went down to the third basement floor. The two walked out of the elevator and walked to the consultant's office together.

The two passed through the mercury channel made of double-layer tempered glass.

The inner wall of the passage is engraved with unidentified divine words, hoping that when someone passes by, they will have a flash of inspiration and accidentally realize the true meaning of the divine words.

After all, once an extraordinary person becomes famous, there is a risk of divinity awakening. In order to increase strength and break the limits of the five elements of the human body, external forces must intervene, that is, consume divine resources... In the extraordinary world, it is inevitable to contact gods, or learn from them, Or fight to the death, what if someone has an epiphany?

Although the epiphany is too magical and unimaginable.

But it is not the case that the gods are extraordinary.

Peng Ming pointed to a diamond-shaped symbol, and said mysteriously: In fact, it is the Central Research Institute's proposal to imprint the pattern of the divine language symbol on the inside of the mercury channel.

Other than that.

There are also people who analyze the structure of the world on the other side of the space based on the appearance of the god body, and what customs and cultures there are.

According to the appearance of the conventional god and the dangerous god, speculate on the situation in different spaces?

Tang Hong nodded secretly, this is indeed a good way: How is the progress?

I don't know. It's all a secret plan of the Central Research Institute. A lot of information is not shared. Peng Ming pulled Tang Hong through this bright mercury passage, and walked into the office area in two or three steps. He laughed out loud.

Look who's coming!

Tang Hong!

All of a sudden, the office area was quiet, as if the pause button had been pressed.

The seventh day?

The legendary god slayer?

Someone froze next to the water dispenser, turning his head unconsciously while receiving hot water. He didn't wake up until the hot water overflowed and scalded his hands.

Someone was holding office documents and staring round.

After a brief silence, there was an uncontrollable exclamation. Fortunately, the order was not disordered: I finally saw the real Godslayer, and the deity is here!

Fortunately, my mother didn't ask for leave today...

Okay, okay, don't join in the fun, do your own thing.

The vast majority stayed where they were, staying away.

A very small number of people ran up eagerly, with a timid look of excitement and awe, and Tang Hong shook hands one by one.

sideways.

Peng Ming was envious from the bottom of his heart, and also reflected: Why am I not so popular?

After thinking for a long time, Peng Ming stared blankly at Tang Hong's side face, and suddenly realized: Sure enough, this is a society that judges appearances, and the extraordinary world is not immune.

...

In the office, there were landscape paintings hanging on the wall. Tang Hong looked at them one by one.

'What is this painting, so peaceful and far away? '

'It seems that I have no artistic cells. '

Seeing Tang Hong's eyes wandering over the paintings, Yu Ming thought it was his bosom friend, so he pointed to each painting and began to introduce.

It's a pity that Tang Hong couldn't understand it at all, and he could only understand a part of it: Consultant Yu, let me fill out the registration form for taking the ultimate fetish first, and then go back to sleep after filling it out.

It's only past twelve o'clock. Yu Ming regretfully took out a registration form and threw it to Tang Hong.

Tang Hong caught it in the air.

Willpower drove a black signature pen to sign on it, and the silver hook was painted on iron, neatly.

He handed it to Yu Ming and entered it into the computer database.

After everything was processed, Yu Ming picked up a cup of hot water soaked with wolfberries, sipped and said, The raw material of the secondary fetish and the standard fetish is the normal-grade relic, and the raw material of the high-grade relic is the dangerous-grade relic... the ultimate The raw material of the fetish is the god of disaster, and the optimal ratio should be formulated according to the physical condition of the user.

Once the ultimate fetish is out of harmony with the human body, Pioneer Chaofan is also seriously injured.

Return equals risk. The higher the income, the more serious the possible crisis.

Tang Hong nodded: It's okay, Dr. Sang will do it himself.

That's good. Yu Ming breathed a sigh of relief.

As far as she knew, Dr. Sang was in charge of the ultimate fetish that Niu Hechuan took.

I wish you all the best.

Yu Ming squeezed out a smile.

Even the peak consultant who will break the limit for the third time with both body and mind may not necessarily be able to take the ultimate fetish. Only those who signed the Yasheng contract can be regarded as pre-ordering an ultimate fetish, and they can take it 100%.

Needless to say genius...

correct.

Yu Ming got up to water the flowers: The headquarters decided to transfer consultant Liu Sheng back to the imperial capital, and then all organizations will be reorganized.

the next day.

at noon.

Inside the Central Research Institute, a meeting room.

Dr. Sang?

As soon as Tang Hong stepped over the threshold, he saw Dr. Sang standing on the other side of the door with a dazed and confused face.

With extraordinary senses, Tang Hong had already heard the sound of heart beating and blood flowing, and thought it was the guards.

Unexpectedly, it was Dr. Sang.

What surprised Tang Hong even more was that Dr. Sang looked dazed, took out a note from his pocket, handed over a small crumpled note, and muttered some incomprehensible words: Tang Hong, remember On the note...

Tang Hong took the crumpled note in doubt: Who gave it to me?

Dr. Sang: It might be me, it might not be me.

What are you doing?

Angry and funny, Tang Hong lowered his head, unfolded the note and took a look.

Blood-red notes were written on the note, which seemed hastily scribbled, but it was thrilling: Don't take off the order! Don't take off the order!!