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Chapter 787 Tan San Corpse·Jade Huaijing (Part )

As the eldest brother among the second-generation disciples, Wei Taoist couldn't help but speak now. After all, there were some things that were not authorized by Tianzun, and he was not sure whether he should take care of them.

"Master, the current situation is..."

The Taoist priest spoke with a complicated expression, but before he could say anything else, Turing said with a smile.

"Let them fight."

Hearing this, Wei Taoist was stunned for a moment, thinking that everyone here knew how complicated the current situation was. Not to mention the increasingly complicated situation inside the Hanging City, let’s just talk about the “deep space” outside. "Resuscitator"...

The enemy is at hand, and civil strife can be fatal!

Heavenly Lord will not understand this truth.

But looking at what Tianzun means now, it seems that he is not afraid of civil strife at all. No matter how fierce the internal struggle is, even if he beats his brains out and fights to the death, he will not have much reaction... No, there will be a reaction.

You seem quite looking forward to it?

Just like when the second-generation disciples started the internal war many years ago, the law of survival of the fittest was perfectly embodied. The Master was like this at that time, always watching everything with interest... In the words of the Master, living things evolve due to evolution. The internal struggles that arise are understandable and happen to be part of evolution.

Cruel, realistic, and inevitable.

But it is also a certain aesthetic manifestation of "evolution".

But then again.

It’s different in the past.

Is it really appropriate to let them fight to the death at this juncture?

"Master! This matter..."

The Taoist priest hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help but want to remind Turing, but the other party didn't give him a chance to speak and directly interrupted.

"The two positions now vacant are the president and the vice-president. No matter where you sit, people with management talents can flex their muscles and realize their ideals and ambitions, so... sit down The person in the position of president must be the strongest, even if the management ability is insufficient, it doesn’t matter.”

When Turing slowly said these words, his tone gradually became serious, as if he felt that the organization of the Research Society had changed...

The research conference symbolizes the ultimate direction of biological evolution.

The old descendant who can sit in the position of president must be the strongest person in the seminar. As for management ability...is that important?

"Even if the president doesn't know how to manage, there won't be any big problems with the help of the host AI, but if the individual is not strong enough, it will be embarrassing for our research association." Turing said with a smile, "After all, The president represents the face of the research association and the face of Hanging City..."

"Master, if I follow what you said, we should elect the senior brother to the position!" Someone said with a smile.

"Taoist priest?"

Turing turned his eyes to look at the old man. Before it could say anything, the Taoist priest hurriedly waved his hand and said that he had no idea.

"I'm fine now! I don't want to go any further! It's too much trouble!"

"He will play tricks with the master!" Turing smiled helplessly, and then looked at the disciples present, "Actually, even if the Taoist priest participates in the election, he may not be able to defeat everyone present."

"Master, he is the senior brother of our second-generation disciple. Are you looking down on him too much?" someone questioned.

"You're underestimating it?" Turing was stunned and shook his head, "You guys don't know much about your fellow disciples. From my point of view, the strength of the second generation disciples of the research association is uneven. It seems that they all have the same sequence level. Yes, but individual strength can be roughly divided into three levels."

Upon hearing this, the alchemist with the crown on his head wanted to question again, but he never thought that Turing would speak faster than him.

"You're in third gear!"

"..."

Turing silenced him with one sentence, and then continued.

"There are only four disciples who are in the first level in terms of individual strength. Except for the Taoist priests from the Shangsan Palace, the last one is Huai Jing... His strength is not weaker than that of the Taoist priests, but he is not as competitive. He is so low-key that you can It’s all an illusion.”

When everyone heard Turing's words, they began to look at Chen Jing with different expressions.

Some people believe it, and some people don't believe it. But again, facts speak louder than words.

"So, you guys have a fight." Turing said with a smile, "Just stick to the point and decide the winner. Don't hurt the harmony between the same sects."

"Understood." Chen Dingding nodded.

"I obey my master's orders." Tan Sanzhi bowed to Turing.

After both of them made their stance clear, the green lines cutting the space in the conference room flickered slightly, and then they began to pull the space of the conference room horizontally in an incomprehensible way.

Only for a moment.

The internal space of the conference room has become more than a hundred times larger.

"This should be a means of inducing space distortion..." Chen Jing looked at the violently flickering lines and silently analyzed in his mind, "If the dimensional core is hidden deep in this Turing Tower, that place should not be It will be simpler than here, this guy must have prepared a lot of defense methods..."

At the same time, Wei Daoshi and others also began to retreat under the leadership of Turing, and in the blink of an eye, an empty "fighting ground" was vacated for Chen Jing and the others.

"Junior brother, we are just competing, you have to be merciful!" The smile on Tan Sanzhi's face did not diminish.

"Senior brother, you should be merciful to me. After all, you started so many years before me and have learned many more skills than me..." Chen Jing said with a smile.

To be honest, Chen Jing felt that there was nothing wrong with his words, and he did not deliberately mean to ridicule him, but in Tan Sanzhi's ears, these words were no different from pointing at his nose and scolding him.

Master has said that our strength is between equals. Did you learn from dogs in those early years when you started? What's the use of having a senior brother?

"I would like to see if what Master said is true..."

When Tan San Zhi's words fell, his figure had disappeared, and Chen Jing also pulled out his magic sword and quickly retreated to adjust his position, but he did not expect that Tan San Zhi was faster than him, and directly used his physical body to Blocking his escape route.

All of a sudden.

Chen Jing felt that his brain suddenly became drowsy, and a harsh current noise rang out from the cochlear microphone. This was a sign that the brain computer had been invaded...

"Junior brother, it is not a good thing to think too highly of yourself."

Tan Sanzhi suddenly opened his Taoist robe and opened his chest to reveal the strange zipper that started from his dantian and spread to his chest.

Yes.

It should be a zipper, sewn on the flesh and blood. The metal texture is extremely strong, and the interlocking chain teeth are printed with the LOGO of the [Turing Research Society].

At this moment, the zipper is constantly squirming, as if an invisible hand is holding the slider and slowly opening it from top to bottom...

"Junior brother, over the years, you are the only person qualified to meet my 'Three Corpse Gods'..."

The smile on Tan San Zhi's face became even brighter, especially after seeing the three heads extending from his abdomen.

at this distance.

The junior brother has no chance to escape.

It can even be said that even the original vice president could not avoid it.

So there is only one ending.

"These are the three corpse gods that I have raised for hundreds of years, senior brother."

Tan Sanzhi pinched the spell with his left hand, and with a thought in his heart, he directly caused the "Three Corpse God" to break open his body, turn into three blurry shadows, and rush towards Chen Jing.

"Huai Jing, be careful in your next life."

(End of this chapter)