Under One Person: I am alone, reviving the Tang Sect

Chapter 151: Ma Xianhong's Trouble

Feng Qin touched the swallowing sac in his pocket and felt very happy.

Having the so-called memory not only proves that my relationship with him has become closer, but also means dependence.

The next time they meet, if he has really used his brain and his old memories are awakened by the bracelet, their friendship will definitely deepen. At that time, even if he directly asks for the Divine Machine Hundred Refinements, the other party will not question anything.

Of course, after spending a few days together, Feng Qin also realized that although he always had various purposes in mind, in fact, his concern for Ma Xianhong had gradually taken a high position.

We've only known each other for a few days.

"If he's in danger, wouldn't it be unfair for us to just leave like this?"

On the bus, Tao Tao naturally sat next to Feng Qin and pushed Lin Caixin to the back seat.

"Only he can solve it. We can't do anything. If he really needs us, he won't be embarrassed."

Ma Xianhong has their phone number. As long as he gets through, Feng Qin will show up as promised even if it's across provinces.

Whether it was in return for the bracelet he gave me to dispel dark energy, or for the sake of their friendship, or because he hadn't gotten the Divine Machine Hundred Refinements yet.

I am willing to go through any difficulties.

Tao Tao was a little dazed as she watched Feng Qin gradually mature after getting in touch with the circle of extraordinary people.

Because of the training of the five senses, Feng Qin twisted his body, "Senior Sister, I am scared when you look at me like this..."

"You're so scared, go back and practice making bubbles with me."

The bus had just started and Tao Tao had already arranged courses for Feng Qin.

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In Biyou Village, Ma Xianhong folded the piece of paper with the mobile phone number on it and stuffed it into the hollow red bead. He then strung it inside the Liuhe Bead, disguising it as a part of it.

Then, Ma Xianhong closed his eyes and locked all the memories of Feng Qin and Tang Clan in his mind on the bracelet.

After a while, when he opened his eyes again, there was a hint of indifference in his eyes.

"It's not enough... this bracelet is a defective product after all."

To bring back memories, you can't just rely on a bracelet, you need a self-cultivation furnace.

But it is still possible to block out that part of the memories.

After doing all this, he held a stick with small balls on both ends, put on the magical tools he had taken off earlier one by one, and then walked straight towards the mountain.

Once you can use Qi and the Wudou armor covering your body.

This winding mountain with a poor road surface seemed like flat land under Ma Xianhong's feet.

As he went up the mountain step by step, the deep red lens in front of his eyes was constantly detecting the direction of the surrounding Qi flames.

"When did this mountain have a path?"

Looking at the flow of the Qi flame, Ma Xianhong found it funny. His sister didn't even tell him the whole terrain of the mountain, and she didn't intend to do such a dirty experiment behind his back.

It was as if he was sure that he would not go up the mountain.

Ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous.

But what’s even funnier is… there’s still some obedience to my sister left in my heart.

Even with the facts right in front of him, he still refused to believe that it was his sister who did it.

It must be my own brain that has been moved.

Does that mean that my sister is also the heir of the Eight Great Skills?

despair--

Taking the last step, Ma Xianhong came up the mountain road he often walked, and faced the empty temple where the self-cultivation furnace was placed. Surrounding him were strange people who had long since died. The busy work of the past few days had not yet ended today.

The subordinates who were working in an orderly manner around him heard the footsteps and all looked towards Ma Xianhong.

There was no confusion or bewilderment in their eyes. They just said as if a mechanism had been triggered and the next process had been started:
"He's coming up, knock him out." Several people put down their work, holding a long stick that could emit pillars of flames, and attacked Ma Xianhong fiercely.

From seeing to executing, it only takes a second.

Ma Xianhong smiled inexplicably. If this was his first time coming here, he would definitely be shocked by this scene and then be knocked unconscious by these people with a stick.

And what they held in their hands were the magical weapons he had refined.

Bang-!
Ma Xianhong raised his hand to block and used the Wu Dou Kai to neutralize the attack.

"The magic weapon didn't trigger. I understand... there's something wrong with your brains too."

The [Three-in-one Bead] worn around Ma Xianhong's neck has the ability to self-repair and passively protect himself. As long as he senses danger, it can be triggered directly.

But when the sticks fell in front of him, Sanhezhu did not react at all.

In other words, these people did not give off the slightest bit of danger signal, and rather than saying they were attacking him, it would be more accurate to say that he was standing within their range of attack.

If you want to be able to focus on one thing, there are only a handful of people in the circle of extraordinary people, but anyone here has this ability.

It goes without saying that they have been changed into this mentality and emotion.

Ma Xianhong took the initiative to use the Sanhezhu, and the black battle armor attached to his whole body. He clenched the stick in his hand tightly, and the small balls at both ends suddenly burst out into two long whips.

Ma Xianhong swung his sword with all his might, and with a few bang sounds, several people who were closer were blown away on the spot, and the blood from their mouths drew an arc in the air.

"Failed, report to the president."

When they saw their companions being knocked away, they did not show the slightest change in expression. Even those who were blown away did not show any painful or ferocious expressions when they fainted.

They are just like robots with mortal bodies, only focusing on executing their tasks without caring about the danger to their lives.

The more they acted like this, the angrier Ma Xianhong became, because he was afraid that if he had not gone up the mountain a few days ago, he would one day become like this.

The force gradually increased from just enough to knock the person unconscious, until it reached the point where it broke the person's ribs.

The force was still increasing, and the men who followed one after another could hardly hold on after being hit, and lay on the ground like dead fish.

Even if they had the protective magic weapons made by Ma Xianhong, they were of no use at all.

When he arrived in front of the self-cultivation furnace, all the men who were originally on the top of the mountain were lying on the ground. He couldn't tell whether they were dead or injured.

Looking at the flawless self-cultivation furnace in the experimental pile, Ma Xianhong's hands clenched and unclenched.

He really wanted to wave his hand and smash the self-cultivation furnace into scrap iron, but...if he really did that, what should he do next.

How to get back lost memories.

Only the self-cultivation furnace can help him.

Only the self-cultivation furnace can realize his big dream, the desire for equality for all and fairness in the world.

"There must be another way to find the core. There must be one."

Ma Xianhong murmured. He felt that today's human experiments were extreme. In fact, there must be other ways to solve the core problem, and no one would have to die as a result!

"Yes, there is another way. I found it."

Ma Xianhong didn't know how long he had been standing in front of the self-cultivation furnace.

All I know is that when the sun set from the east to the west, a familiar, friendly and very pleasant voice came from behind me.

"Sister...Sister, why..."

When he heard the president's voice, there was always an inexplicable subconscious in Ma Xianhong's brain, asking him to obey, leaving him with no choice but to point the double-headed whip in his hand at the person behind him.

"Don't think too much. We have the core, and I swear to you that its appearance has nothing to do with these people."

The president raised the ball in his hand. It was the ball refined by Ma Xianhong and used to store the core.

"Brother, these people are willing to sacrifice for the prosperity of the world, you..."

"Are you too tired?"

(End of this chapter)