"this?!" Feng Yunxi was surprised when he saw the animal skin brain in Fang Yan's hands. In fact, it's not that the hide is really broken, but it's intentional, more creases and the like. "The size of the dot should be the order of neurotransmitter transmission." Fang Yan said with a little interest: "It needs to be simulated with a supercomputer, and the memory in it should be able to be read." "That's it." Feng Yunxi suddenly realized, and couldn't help but take another look at Fang Yan. She wanted to recruit Fang Yan back then, and it was Fang Yan who had a truly powerful head. Not everyone can be the number one scholar in liberal arts. The liberal arts in this era are not only the liberal arts in the traditional sense, but also the traditional sciences are included in the liberal arts.
Due to the need to use a supercomputer, Feng Yunxi took Fang Yan directly to the research room of the Huahai Martial Academy, and borrowed the supercomputer here in the name of the military department. As Fang Yan guessed, he quickly took it out. The memory information contained in the animal skin map. "Leave in three days." After Feng Yunxi confessed, she took the animal skin map and left Huahai Martial Arts Academy. Fang Yan did not leave with Feng Yunxi, since he came, he planned to meet Yan Tieguo to see how well he had completed his elite soldiers. Fang Yan is very clear that perhaps the biggest crisis in his life so far is coming, and he must take various countermeasures. A powerful warrior is undoubtedly the best choice. Feng Yunxi told Fang Yan that the monitoring system of the underground black market is very powerful, but they have not destroyed it, and the scene of Fang Yan killing Liu Yezhi in the office will definitely be recorded. It is estimated that within a few days, powerful martial artists will come to find Fang Yan and Feng Yunxi. Feng Yunxi is obviously not worried. Fang Yan also knew that it was a blessing, not a curse, and that he couldn't avoid the disaster, so he just had to face it directly. Anyway, he had the teleportation ability of ultra-miniature black holes, so he could escape even if he couldn't beat it. Although the Vanishing Star Gun is very powerful, but Fang Yan thinks it can be hidden, so he should hide it first. soon. Fang Yan went to the underground secret room and found Yan Tieguo. "You finally came!" As soon as Yan Tieguo saw Fang Yan's arrival, before he could speak, he came face to face with an expression of excitement. "Senior Yan." Fang Yan called out politely. "Huh?" Standing in front of Fang Yan, Yan Tieguo was stunned for a moment, a trace of surprise and shock flashed across his piercing eyes, and he asked in disbelief: "Have you broken through to the realm of a martial artist?"
"Um." Fang Yan nodded. "Good boy!" Yan Tieguo couldn't help admiring, but he didn't expect that girl Yan Shuangxue's vision was as vicious as ever. When he found a martial arts wizard like Fang Yan, he changed the subject and said, "Here." After finishing speaking, he took out a brand new silver knife from his interspatial ring, and casually threw it to Fang Yan. Seeing this, Fang Yan quickly reached out to grab the silver knife, but his wrist sank. Fortunately, he reacted quickly, so he steadily raised the brand new silver knife, saying: "It's so heavy." Yan Tieguo saw Fang Yan lift up the brand new silver knife with ease, and smiled with satisfaction, further confirming the fact that Fang Yan became a martial artist, and said: "It's all according to your request, the Hantian Xuanyin is refined and refined. Cheng, the knife is meters long and weighs tons." "More than three tons?" Fang Yan couldn't help but glanced at the silver knife in his hand, and said with a happy smile, "Although it's a little heavier now, it feels good in the hand." For red-rank martial artists, the strength is basically more than 20,000 catties, that is, more than ten tons. therefore. The strength of a martial artist is no longer measured in catties, but in terms of how much power he uses. A strength reaching ten tons is the power of an elephant. The strength erupted by a red-rank martial artist is slightly greater than that of an elephant. "Come up with a name." When Fang Yan was still admiring the brand-new silver knife, Yan Tieguo said something meaningful. Fang Yan was stunned for a moment. Originally, he thought that the name of this knife should be Yan Tie Guoqi. "I'm looking forward to the growth of this knife." Yan Tieguo added. Hearing this, Fang Yan understood, and was a little moved in his heart. Then he thought about it and said, "Then call it 'Han Yue'." Although Hanyue is an elite soldier, in terms of shape, it is actually very ordinary, just like an ordinary machete. This is also Fang Yan's request. It does not need to be too gorgeous, but it must be practical. Hanyue is refined from Hantian Xuanyin, the blade is as cold as frost, and looks like a crescent moon from a distance, that's why Fang Yan called it "Hanyue". Yan Tieguo nodded in satisfaction. This cold sky silver is very precious, if Yan Shuangxue didn't ask, Yan Tieguo would really not be willing to refine soldiers for Fang Yan. But now, Fang Yan has become a red-rank martial artist, which can be regarded as truly recognized by Yan Tieguo. Compared with Yan Shuangxue, this speed of cultivation is already surpassed and even worse. "Need to get acquainted?"
Yan Tieguo added. "Um." Fang Yan has no objection. then. Fang Yan walked to the training ground not far away, and began to get familiar with Hanyue Dao. This is the first elite fighter in his life, and it will even accompany him for a long time. Yan Tieguo did not follow, but went to a forge to forge a scabbard for Hanyue Dao. ... The suburbs of Huahai City. In an underground base. Several figures surrounded a holographic projection screen. What was played on the screen was the scene of Fang Yan killing Liu Yezhi. "Who is this China pig?" A short man asked first, his voice full of disdain and arrogance. The Chinese pig in the short man's mouth obviously refers to Fang Yan. On the back of his neck, there is a pattern of black and white flames, like a will-o'-the-wisp, with a striking "seven" in it, red as fire. This short man named Michio Yamamoto, from Inazakura City, looked very young, and was the number seven member of the Oniyan Mercenary Group. "It seems to be called Fang Yan." A middle-aged man not far from Michio Yamamoto said uncertainly. The time-traveling of the middle-aged man is very fashionable, revealing a strong waist, the abdominal muscles are clearly visible, and there is a pattern of ghost flames on the back, which is the same as the pattern on Michio Yamamoto's neck, except for the numbers on it. The number on the middle-aged man's Oniyan is "eight", and his status in the Oniyan mercenary group is a little lower than that of Michio Yamamoto. His name was Kim Tae-hoon and he was from Korea City. Although he looked like a middle-aged man, he was actually in his early twenties. "I'm going to kill him." After all, Michio Yamamoto was about to leave. ... Ask for flowers! Thanks!