Chapter 38 Mysterious Arithmetic

In the bottle wind city.

"Boom, boom!"

The sound of fierce explosions came from the east of the city. Although Xianman did not have hot weapons such as explosives and missiles, their power after using fairy weapons should not be underestimated, and their fierceness could not continue to ordinary hot war.

On a street in the south of Bottlewind City, the crowd was covered with black pressure, and the endless head blocked the whole eight-meter-wide street. All these people knelt on the ground and piously knelt down to a sky-blue round house on the side of the street. The number of people kneeling was about 7,000 or 8,000, but the whole The street was quiet and terrible. Except for the faint breathing and faint explosions, no one spoke.

The door of the sky-blue round house is closed, and the roof is written with three big words "wen tian jiao"!

Although it was summer, it was said that a stove was burning in the house. The temperature in the house was sultry and hot. A sweaty teenager lay on the table and wrote hard. He actually used controlled white paper and pencils. These two things are not common these years. If you hide paper and pens, it will be the weight of the head after being found. Sin.

The teenager wrote very quickly, and complicated formulas flowed along the tip of his pen on the white paper. The white paper in front of him was already full of complex formulas.

A beautiful woman with a tulle stood gently by the door, quietly listening to the breathing outside the door and the fierce battle in the distance, silent.

For a long time, the teenager stood up from his position, closed more than a dozen pieces of white paper full of small words with fly heads in front of him, and looked at these complicated formulas again. His eyebrows frowned tightly together. The tulle girl looked at him and was full of doubts. She had never seen this genius teenager exposed. Such a puzzled look.

"There is absolutely nothing wrong with my formula. It seems that there must be a great variable, otherwise," the teenager punched the table and said hatefully, "The bottle city should be broken yesterday afternoon!"

The gauze girl took a breath of air and the organization had been unable to explain the result of the bottlewind city crisis. She thought that the organization had not calculated the final result. Now when she heard the teenager's words, she knew that the organization had known that the bottlewind city would be defeated. What surprised her more was that this organizational prediction was not Accurate, even the man in front of him, who claims to be the most accurate in Wentian religion, can't get the right result.

Although the gauze girl does not know how to calculate, she has been raised by Wen Tianjiao since she was a child. Naturally, she knows that the arithmetic of talented teenagers is definitely not a simple probability analysis. If there is no special event that is strong to a certain extent, it is absolutely not enough to change the result of the breakthrough of the bottlewind City.

"That...the final result is..."

"The final result must be that the bottle wind city will be completely destroyed. If the bottle wind city is broken, it may leave a small number of survivors, but if he completely blocks the attack of the fairy barbarians, it will inevitably be completely destroyed, and it will cause changes in the situation in the whole gorge area, and the destruction of the gorge border city will also be Come early, this damn variable!" The teenager punched the table angrily.

The tulle girl looked at the teenager hesitantly and said, "Why don't I talk to Li Feng?"

"No!" The teenager waved his hand and said, "The Master said that we can only observe, calculate, collect believers, and never take the initiative to influence the trend of the situation, otherwise the Church will suffer a great crisis."

"But..." The tulle girl was about to argue, but suddenly her face changed slightly: "Sure enough, as you said, a team of soldiers came to check, and they are dispersing the crowd."

The teenager nodded, quickly swept the white paper on the table into the fire beside him, and then a cat's waist drilled out of the back door of Wentian Room.

(The mysterious arithmetic of Wen Tianjiao has begun to appear.)

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Bingfeng City Military Building, Central Conference Room.

The huge conference room was empty, and all the tables and chairs disappeared. Only a light bulb of less than five watts glowed yellow on the ceiling. In the dim light, a skinny figure was lying on the ground and shaking his right arm, not like a human, but like a wriggling dead branch.

This figure is Hua Shi. He has been hiding in this closed conference room for nearly five days. There is a huge whiteboard at the bottom of the whole conference room. He drew a huge landscape painting on this whiteboard. The mountains and clouds in the painting are like the danger in mythology, and countless swords in the fog. Flying immortals shuttle back and forth, a prosperous scene.

Huashi is doing the final repair work on the picture scroll, especially the graphic positioning of the trend and orientation of the mountains. This time, he did not paint according to the scene of the fairyland, but combined his subjective wishes. He moved this Wuyin Mountain, which should have been located in the southwest of Bingfeng City, to 80 Gong, east of Bingfeng City. Inside and outside, in order to accurately express this geographical positioning, he even drew the bottle wind city, Kunming ruins and spirit beast mountain on the picture scroll to help locate, which made his painting several times more difficult than before.

If someone stands in front of Huashi, he will find that he is as thin and withered, and even seems to have only breath in his mouth and nose without air intake. Obviously, he is on the verge of complete collapse. He is no longer painting with a pen, but with his life!

Unlike Huashi's own description of withering, the picture scrolls on the ground are lifelike. Every peak, every monk, every flying sword, and even every pine on the peak seem to be full of business. It seems that Huashi has integrated his life into this picture scroll.

"Tick, tick, tick..."

There is an old-fashioned small alarm clock at the end of the floor, which is ticking. The back of this alarm clock is full of power boards. The alarm clock has been timed. Once it reaches the specified time, it will connect the power board and activate all the lights in this conference room. Under the stimulation of the strong light, Huashi's gaze will also Causing the phenomenon of infiltration, no matter what Huashi drew at that time, it would come to the earth without reservation.

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Yuang people's residence.

Wo! A bright knife light flashed, and Jia Ermu suddenly felt that she had flown up. She was surprised to see her body that had lost her head. The blood from the blood-red broken neck spewed out like a spring. After raising it a few meters high, it was sprinkled again, dyeing the high bulging abdomen with blood.

"It will be born in half a month. The elder said it was a boy..."

Jia Ermu's eyes gradually turned black, and the suffocating cold wrapped around her.

"Puff!"

Chai Ning waved a knife and cut the head that fell in half. The woman with a big belly seemed to be the woman of the tribal leader. Under her leadership, the left-behind soldiers in the Yuanjiang tribe made a tenacious resistance together with the middle-aged women. After losing nearly 500 brothers, Chai Ning finally broke through this group. Zi's defense line defeated them.

"Those who are more than one meter high, cut!"

Chai Ning's face was full of blood and roared with knives. More than a thousand cavalry behind him were as ferocious as him. There was no trace of pity on their faces. They roared and rushed into the crowd. Where the saber passed, no matter how old or young they were, they were cut into two.

If you kill one more barbarian, you may live one more human being on earth. Facing the verge of racial survival, these young soldiers have no ethics in their eyes, and there is no trace of compassion in their hearts. They have made up their mind that even if they fall into the extremely horrible 18-story hell after death, they will die before death. Cut off the head of another fairy barbarian.

80,000 people in the Yuanjiang tribe have left with the army, and there are still 60,000 old and young women and children left in the camp. It is reasonable to drown Chai Ning's 2,000 cavalry, but people's hearts are always fleshy. When watching the rows of living companions are cut in two by horse knives, these so-called fearless fairy barbarians finally Fearing, they began to escape, which caused greater casualties, and many old people and children were trampled to death by the crowd.

Although Chai Ning separated 500 cavalry to surround the Yuanjiang clan, this time he failed to effectively stop every fleeing barbarians. In the end, thousands of barbarians broke through the blockade of the cavalry and ran north. Most of them will die in the dense forest, but eventually some people will reach the location of the six coalition forces alive. However, at that time, it is unknown whether the six coalition forces still exist.