Chapter 14 Scholars are not tired of fraud

"The elixir! This...this color, is it already a middle grade!" Qi Hongwei's eyes flashed with excitement, and Zhongpin Hui's elixir is an extremely valuable good thing in such a place where there is a lack of aura in the lower world.

"Not counting the spirit stone and chinite, are these ten elixirs enough to change other materials needed for the transmission array?"

"Yes, that's enough. The middle-grade elixir can be exchanged for at least 500 white points. These ten medium-grade elixirs can be exchanged for 5,000 white points, which can be exchanged for the best materials." Qi Hongwei said happily, and he also knew that if he could make a teleportation array, his chances of rebirth would be greatly improved.

But what about the stone? You should know that the white museum does not sell the stone. This rare material for refining bags is monopolized even in the fairyland. Thinking of this, Qi Hongwei has become pessimistic again. You should know that the reason why he has not had the opportunity to contact the transmission array is that there is no way to get such a large amount of stone.

"Okay, go to the White Hall to exchange items, and then go to Jinglong Auction House to wait for me. You must be there within 20 minutes." Luo Han ignored Qi Hongwei's suspicion and quickly disappeared after leaving a sentence.

Qi Hongwei quickly put away the jade box full of Zhongpin Huiling elixir. His trust and fear of the martyrs were engraved into the bone marrow together. Five years ago, the martyrs could destroy the tide of beasts, and today he can also save the gorge border city. What he has to do is to carry out the orders of the leaders without hesitation.

Invigorated, Qi Hongwei rushed to the White Hall,

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Thirty-six minutes after the nuclear attack in Wuyin Mountain, Room 402, Unit 3, Building 35, Chunhua Community, Xiabian City.

"Hanzi, has things developed to such a serious level?" Luo Tiannan looked at Luo Han with an anxious face: "There are millions of people in the gorge border city, and the military strength is several times that of the bottle wind city. Can't this stop those monks?"

Wang Yufeng was packing up quickly. Luo Han said he would take them away and let her prepare food for at least three days.

Luo Han said with a serious look, "Dad, with the current military strength of the Gorge Border City, it is not worth mentioning in front of the Piaoling Sword Sect. If there is no other foreign aid, the Gorge Border City may not be able to support ten minutes under the anger of the monks in the Dan period."

As soon as Luo Han's words fell, a sad air defense alarm suddenly sounded outside. It seems that the outpost of the gorge army found a large number of approaching monks, and the battle may not start soon.

Luo Han's face changed when he heard the alarm and grabbed his mother: "Mom and Dad, let's go. Don't clean up any more. There should be emergency supplies in the safe house prepared by Zuo Mu."

Luo Tiannan and Wang Yufeng nodded nervously and followed Luo Han out of the room.

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48 minutes after the nuclear attack on Wuyin Mountain, the conference room on the top floor of the Institute of Physics of the Central College.

"No (harmonious) Mao Xiao, do you think you are a scientist if you make a few grandstanding inventions? When I was playing physics, you were still wearing open crotch trousers!"

A middle-aged man in his forties slapped the conference table and roared ferociously. His face was completely separated from the image of a senior teacher should have, but like a street scolding bastard. He was Kang Zhiwen, head of the Department of Physics of the Central College of Gorge City, and forced him to such a crazy level. It's Luo Bing, a 19-year-old student opposite him, a blind genius!

The huge conference hall was divided into two obvious camps. Most people gathered in the north of the conference hall and stood on the united front with Kang Zhiwen, including Lin Kui, the former director of the physics department of Bottlewind City.

There are more than a dozen young students and researchers standing beside Luo Bing. They support Luo Bing's theory with a firm belief that there is no academic age.

The core of today's debate is very simple: should we give up most of the unpromising applied physics and allocate limited resources to basic physics research?

Inspired by his brother, Luo Bing increasingly feels that studying basic physics may really be the way out for the future of mankind. Of course, he does not mean to give up the study of applied physics, but does not want to waste a lot of resources to develop low-level weapons that are obviously impossible to break through (such as improving thermal missile projects, that is, A bottomless hole that devours resources).

Luo Bing discussed this question with her tutor (Kang Zhiwen) and got the answer: do your own knowledge and don't have unrealistic illusions.

If it was in peacetime, Luo Bing could wait, but his brother said that the gorge border city was afraid of encounter great trouble and might destroy the city. At this time, he could not wait, so at today's regular meeting of the physics department, he put forward his own ideas without warning, and immediately more than a dozen people figured out the key and became his firm support. Protector.

The debate came too suddenly and fiercely. Nearly 100 scholars present were deeply trapped in it. They did not respond at all to the alarm ringing in the sky. This is the arrogance of intellectuals. In order to argue between right and wrong, they will not flinch even if they lose their lives.

Luo Bing was not surprised by Kang Zhiwen's abuse and honor. He said honestly, "Mr. Kang, I don't ask you to transfer all your resources to basic physics research. I just hope you will allow me to set up a research team and let me..."

"I'm fart for you!" Kang Zhiwen roared, and he didn't know why. Today, he was particularly irritable. Perhaps Luo Bing's analysis just cut into his mind. In fact, he also felt that what Luo Bing said was reasonable, but if he did not carry out applied physics research and provided new weapons to the military, the status of the physics department would plummet, and his position It may also be replaced by other more radical young people.

Kang Zhiwen glanced at the dissatisfied faces of the scholars around him and knew that his tone was too much. He eased his mood and said, "You are just a student. What else do you talk about building a research team? Do you think you have this qualification? I don't want to argue too much about your nonsense. In addition, in view Your blind behavior, I decided to disqualify you from conducting project research with researchers. It seems that it is a wrong decision to transfer you to the research group..."

"I think what you are saying now is a wrong decision!" An old and hoarse voice suddenly sounded in Kang Zhiwen's ear, and the cold chill stimulated him to tremble violently.

The people around immediately screamed and dispersed, staring behind Kang Zhiwen with horrible eyes.

"Who...who...who are you?" Kang Zhiwen turned around tremblingly and saw a horrible black and white mask.

"Chatter, I'm the White Consulate, martyr!"

Luo Han strange floated with a smile: "You are all elites in the gorge city. The hope of mankind's future. Why don't you hide when you hear the alarm? Don't you know that your heads belong not only to yourself, but also to all mankind?"

The meaning contained in the words is good, but Luo Han's tone is too horrible. When it comes to the word "head", these scholars are frightened and turn pale. When they really intuitively face death, their fear is finally awakened.

"Do you think this is just an ordinary air defense alarm? This is an invasion alert of a large number of monks. The nuclear bomb thrown by the military in the Wuyin Mountain only blew up and did not destroy the core force of the Flying Sword School. Now they have committed a large-scale attack to completely destroy the gorge border city. Are you going to wait here to die?"

Everyone didn't say anything and looked at Luo Han floating under the ceiling. Compared with the monks far away in the sky, they seemed to be more afraid of the masked man in front of them.

Luo Han impatiently pointed to Luo Bing's direction: "If you want to live, stand in that line. A minute later, I will take you to hide."

More than a dozen people around Luo Bing are stupid. Although they agree with Luo Bing's view and don't want to go with this horrible monk, no one dares to move. Who knows if this monk will kill in anger.

So the scene became more and more weird, and no one moved.

Luo Han had long expected this situation. As soon as he thought, the red dragon sword hidden in the ground suddenly burst out of the ground outside the physics research institute, circled in the sky, and hit the building of the physics department research institute with six fire snakes, and immediately collapsed half a corner of the building. Many scholars were injured by gravel, and even An extremely unlucky guy was directly smashed through his temple by gravel and died.

The scene immediately became chaotic, and the pain of injury came one after another. No one knew that this was Luo Han's trick, and they all thought that the monk had invaded the city.

"Don't quarrel, don't quarrel. I said that the monks outside came over. If you don't listen, I will finally give you a chance to stand there alive!"

Luo Han impatiently pointed to the direction of Luo Bing, where there was a light shield, and more than a dozen scholars behind the light shield were unharmed.

Of course, these mortals don't know that the impact of steel was caused by Luo Han. Who knows if there will be a more serious impact later? Maybe the next person to die is themselves. Most scholars moved their clumsy bodies and rushed to Luo Bing and others.

The visual stimulator on Luo Bing's ear "looked" at Luo Han, and a heartfelt smile unfolded on his face.