I Was Supposed To Slay the Dragon and Started To Cultivate Immortals Unexpectedly

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"Come on, classmate, look at this knife, it's broad in body, thick in back and thin in blade, and it kills people without a trace of blood..."

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"Director, you already used this gutter when I came last time." Lu Mingfei interrupted Director Akadura's promotion.

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"Cough cough, isn't this new classmate who hasn't heard of this yet?" Director Akadura waved his hand, "Don't get in my way, I have finally found someone who might be able to make this knife, so that my There is no need to continue to dust the work of hard work..."

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"To correct it, it is the hard work of the early years." Lu Mingfei added.

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Director Akadura: ...

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"That... Director, can I say a word?" Fingal said cautiously from the side.

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He is not afraid of the sky, but there is no one in this school who is not afraid of the equipment department, and he is no exception.

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"Tell me, classmates, you can bring up any ideas and opinions!" Director Akadura was quite enthusiastic about Fingal, but at least 99% of the enthusiasm was malicious.

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"I think this knife is really domineering and powerful, but it's a small person with little knowledge and a weak body. I'm afraid it's not worthy of such a magical weapon. Would you consider giving it to a more suitable person? ' suggested Fingal.

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"Hey! You are being humble!" Director Akadura dragged the barrier knife with one hand and patted Fingal's shoulder vigorously with the other, "Six years ago, when you were a sophomore, I I heard your name!"

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"Huh?" Fingal's heart skipped a beat.

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"At that time, someone told me that there was a monster with great power among the students. Yan Ling was a bronze throne. Once in Brazil, he was on a mission and had a conflict with the gang, and he went crazy with hundreds of guns. The limbs of the top gang members were all twisted off, and even the building they used as the gang headquarters was demolished into ruins. A few ordinary gang members who escaped were scared into the mental hospital, and most of them were dealt with by the school. In order to deal with such a The troublesome school has spent a lot of manpower and material resources, and even the principal was disturbed."

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Director Akadura excitedly recounted Fingal's glorious deeds, and danced when he talked about the rise, as if Fingel was honored with a Brazilian gangster, but Fingal just wanted to put his hands on him. He grabbed the slasher from inside and shoved the hilt into his mouth to stop him from speaking.

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"Wait." Lu Mingfei said suddenly.

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Fingal's heart froze halfway. This time, the difficulty of lazy paddling will be much more difficult. When the time comes, his mission will be increased by 80%.

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"I want to ask, what you said, Director," Lu Mingfei gestured with his hands in quotation marks, "What does this "aftercare" mean?"

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"Shut up." Director Akadura wrote lightly.

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"Hey... ruthless!" Lu Mingfei gave a thumbs up.

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"There are people in the academy who are hypnotized and are responsible for this kind of incident. They will hypnotize the person to make them forget what they have seen related to the mixed race, or think that this is a dream," Fingal said with a rare sense of integrity. , took the initiative to explain, "The Academy has indeed recorded a lot of records affecting ordinary people in the history of its actions over the past few decades, including some irreparable disability or even death, but the Academy will not subjectively harm or even kill ordinary people. It is not difficult for the academy to go to a part of the memory, and if there are witnesses who make them lose their memory, it is dealt with."

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"Cut! It's boring." Lu Mingfei looked disappointed, and Fingal wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

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Fingal, who lived in the academy era created by Angers, did not know that the jokes in the mouth of Director Akadura a few decades ago were the routine of the secret party. It really made the secret party much less murderous than before.

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If a pure-blood dragon is hidden in a small town, it can be killed by firing an alchemy missile at the town, but if the evacuation of the town's residents in advance will make it sense the wind and run away, the college's choice is mostly to send The elite team sneaked into the town to contain the dragon and organized the evacuation of the crowd at the same time, while the secret party elders from decades ago would not hesitate to press the launch button. If the Beowulf family presided over the operation, there should be more operations. Shoot a few rounds.

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So in the decades when weapons of mass destruction flourished, it was really a good thing that Angers took power and started the era of the academy, otherwise there would be many more people dying in this world.

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Director Akadura knew about this. He was much older than he looked. Although he had never experienced the Jagged Age himself, he had looked back at a scale and a half claw, but there was no need to tell the young man about it.

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"At that time, someone from the equipment department went to the ruins of the building that was violently demolished to collect data," Director Akadura pinched Fingal's hard biceps, "that three-story building was completely used by you. Brute force demolished, you tore open the security door, smashed the load-bearing wall, and even twisted the barrel like a twist, the bullet was fired inside, the explosion of gunpowder and the flying projectile could not even hurt your skin... . . . such a physique that comes close to the sixth generation in human form."

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"You said it as if you had seen it with your own eyes. These are all rumors, rumors," Fingal said as he struggled to the last. "The news will always be gradually distorted in the process of spreading."

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"But the data won't," said Director Akadura. "This battle scene was analyzed by a senior architectural researcher in the equipment department based on the data collected and returned from the scene. He participated in the vast majority of the school's Design and construction of most important buildings, even the ice cellar and Norma's engine room."

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The existence of the ice cellar is not a secret in the school. Liberty Day publicly forbids students to enter the ice cellar and take its collections on this day, but in fact the students know very little about the ice cellar other than its existence, and so does Fingal. For the first time, I knew that the big man who presided over the construction of the ice cellar even analyzed his battle scene, and I felt a bit honored for a while.

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"With your physical fitness when you activate the Bronze Throne, you will definitely be able to use this knife with ease. Its material is very good, the blade has undergone complex special treatment, the huge kinetic energy and the sharpness that can easily cut through metal are enough for him to break open. A pure-blooded dragon's scale armor," Director Akadura seduced, "with it, after you release your Word Spirit, you can completely fight the five generations head-on, even with the help of teammates, the challenge has no mass destruction. Four generations of words and spirits."

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"Minister, how heavy is this knife?" Fingal asked.

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"Two hundred kilograms." Director Akadura said.

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"Pfft..." Fingal was shocked and waved his hands again and again, "I can't hold it, I can't hold it."

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"Why can't you hold it? Give it a try!" Lu Mingfei, who was beside him, said in a frenzy.

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"I really can't hold it. I have to use the Spirit of Words to hold 200 kilograms. I usually struggle to move with it..." Fingal shook his head frantically.

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"Trash! I'll come!"

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Lu Mingfei pushed Fingal away, took a step forward, and picked up the barrier sword dragged by Director Akadura. His movements were as easy as picking up a branch, waving it with his hands, and even playing with a knife, whistling. The wind slapped on Fingal and Akadura's faces.

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Fingal was stunned. Although Director Akadura had already expected Lu Mingfei's physical fitness, he couldn't help but be surprised that this power was too outrageous. After several times in the history of mixed races, it was possible to have this kind of power. There are very few hybrids.

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"Come on, take it." Lu Mingfei threw the knife to Fingal.

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Fingel reached out his hand subconsciously, caught the handle of the knife with one hand, and supported the back of the knife with the other. The weight of 200 kilograms was transformed into a terrifying falling force under the potential energy of gravity. .

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Then he reacted right away, bad...

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Shouldn't have caught it.

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Fingal immediately pretended to be out of strength and let the knife fall to the ground, but when he looked up, he could only see Lu Mingfei's half-smiling expression and Director Akadura's hot eyes...

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On the upper reaches of the Yangtze River, near the Three Gorges, on the Monyach.

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"So that's why you brought such a big man to the action?" Caesar sat on the wall of the ship, wiping the gleaming and unpretentious Dick Tutor, the reason why he only had the blade because Caesar had a knife in the hilt. It was some kind of precious-looking wood, with a gemstone inlaid at the end.

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"I don't want it either," Fingal said, "but I had no room for rejection under the circumstances at the time. With their posture, I either walked away with a knife or was tied to a knife to resist walking. ."

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"What do you mean by being tied to a knife and resisting walking?" Lao Tang asked.

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"Have you seen the movie about Cannibals? Find a wooden stick, tie the captive's limbs to the stick, and then two people carry the stick, with a person hanging from the stick, and wait for the tribe to light a fire and put it on the grill." Fingal grimaced.

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"Pfft..." Caesar, who was wiping Dick Dot, let out an indistinct laugh. Fingal's description was too graphic, especially if the bound person in the picture was replaced by Fingal, it added a lot more. Comedy effect.

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Perhaps it is because it is true that happiness is built on the pain of others. Not only Caesar laughed, but Lao Tang also showed a schadenfreude smile, and even the corner of a white-haired young man next to him twitched.

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"Wiggraf, what about your weapon? Fingal's weapon is exaggerated, but he brought it anyway. You won't only bring hot weapons, right? The underwater environment of Bronze City does not allow us to bring too many hot weapons... "

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Caesar turned his head to look at Wiggraf and asked, this young man who wanted to fight when he saw anyone, and looked like an albino honey badger was the sixth member of the student annihilation group selected by Lu Mingfei.

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"My sword is here." Wigraf flashed his waist, where there was only a bare hilt.

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"Alchemy weapons?" Caesar responded immediately.

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Wigraf nodded and seemed reluctant to say more.

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Caesar didn't ask questions. Powerful alchemy weapons are very precious, and some information is valuable. It is normal for the holder to refuse to disclose it. However, even if it is understandable, it is still very uncomfortable to be a teammate with a Riddler, especially Caesar. Such a proud person.

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In particular, he sees himself, Fingal, Old Don, and Wigraf near the ship's side as a "pre-war mobilization meeting" for himself as an underwater leader to boost morale.

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"Where's your weapon?" Wigraf looked at Old Tang.

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When they go into the water, they will bring the hot weapons prepared by the equipment department. This is also their main means of eliminating dragons, but cold weapons are also essential, so as not to use their bare hands when they need to connect with the enemy's short handle, so Caesar will It was strange for Lao Tang to carry such an exaggerated broad sword. After all, cold weapons are theoretically only for emergency use. Bringing such a big guy even affects the carrying and use of hot weapons, which is quite a bit of putting the cart before the horse.

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"Me? It seems that you don't know my word spirit, brother," Lao Tang shrugged, "My word spirit is Jian Yu, and below is Bronze City. We are all metal weapons. my blade."

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Old Tang really didn't understand why the users of the Sword Master had to control the blades or flying swords. It is understandable for the ancients to do so. Why don't modern people control bullets?

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Under the control of Jian Yu, the bullet is actually a turning ammunition. It can not only turn, but even turn Thomas. As long as there are two bullets, it can detonate the gunpowder in the air by simulating the firing pin to shoot the projectile. Is the control blade strong?

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Obviously he didn't think about how fine a person's control of Jian Yu can be to use one bullet to fire another bullet.

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But he can.

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Of course, there was no need for him to do this. When he returned to Bronze City, it was not like going home, but he really went home.

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"Everyone, what are you talking about? Would you like some drinks?" Su Xiaoqian came from a distance with a plastic bag.

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Seeing her coming, Caesar, Fingal, and even Wigraf had unnatural expressions on their faces.

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Caesar really couldn't understand why Lu Mingfei's girlfriend's application for combat was approved, but Chu Zihang was dismissed.

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Of course he doesn't want to work with Chu Zihang, but Lu Mingfei's girlfriend... She is still a freshman who has just entered school for a month, right? Although I heard that she has attended preparatory classes, there are not a few students who have attended preparatory classes in the school. She is a freshman and is really not suitable for such a dangerous task.

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Unless she is similar to Chu Zihang in her freshman year.

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"Hello, sister-in-law!" Lao Tang greeted Su Xiaoqian warmly.

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"What's your sister-in-law? We just got engaged," Su Xiaoqian shook his head, "Besides, you are older than Lu Mingfei, aren't you?"

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"My respect for Brother Fei comes from the bottom of my heart." Old Tang said seriously.

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He doesn't have the doubts like Caesar, how could Fei Ge's girlfriend be an ordinary person? Maybe they all add up to their sister-in-law.

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"What to drink? Coke or cocktail? Beer too." Su Xiaoqian raised the plastic bag in his hand.

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"Beer! Thank you!" Fingal raised his hand.

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"Coke, it's better to have ice." Old Tang said.

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"It's all on ice, here it is." Su Xiaoqian gave out the cola and beer.

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"And cocktails?" Caesar showed an interested expression.

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"It's in a can." Su Xiaoqian reminded him, probably knowing who Caesar was.

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"Forget it, it's better than nothing," Caesar took the canned cocktail thrown over by Su Xiaoqian~www.readwn.com~ a brand I had never seen before, hoping it wouldn't disappoint me too much. "

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"You are Su Xiaoqian?" Wigraf looked at Su Xiaoqian with cold eyes.

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"Hello, you are Wigraf, Lu Mingfei mentioned you to me..." Su Xiaoqian was interrupted halfway through greeting.

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"Why are you our teammate?" Wigraf asked coldly.

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The atmosphere suddenly became awkward. Old Tang pretended to drink Coke, Fingal pretended to drink beer, and Caesar looked at Wigraf and Su Xiaoqian with great interest.

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"What do you mean?" Anyone who is familiar with Su Xiaoqing knows that her temper is not very good.

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"Literally," Wiggraf said, "I don't think you deserve to be my teammate, or, if you want to be our teammate, at least you have to prove yourself first, the Beowulf family tradition is in the death or burial of the victim. We can play a harmonica in the land, but we will not play the harmonica for teammates who are dragging their feet and sacrificing their lives."

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Su Xiaoqian narrowed his eyes.

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