Chapter 194 Smuggling has been a problem since ancient times

At the end of the flash, the mini version of the third master's uncle has shrunk several times. Now it is only the size of a palm. Sitting on Yong Bowen's head, it looks like a doll.

"What, what's going on?"

Yong Bowen felt dizzy, as if he had filled a bucket of paste, and there was a feeling that he wanted to vomit. For example, it was probably similar to severe motion sickness.

"I'm giving you spiritual support!"

The super mini version of the third master's uncle jumped off Yong Bowen's head, fell on his lap, and patted his head. "It's really troublesome. The sensitivity of the scan on it seems to have been enhanced. Originally, it should have been about 30 seconds according to the original plan, but now it only takes such a while, and I don't know how much it has been transmitted. Now think about it, is there anything else in your head?

Yong Bowen shook his head and couldn't think of anything, but his chest became more and more annoying. "No, I just want to vomit!"

"Well... Hasn't it been transmitted at all?" The super mini version of Sanshi Shuzu frowned and said, "The time is too short. Can't you even do spiritual support? It shouldn't be..."

The super mini version of Uncle Sanshi was still talking to himself. Yong Bowen continued to shake his head. He felt that he kept shaking like this, and the annoyance in his chest seemed to be relieved. When he shook it, a picture appeared in his mind. There was a row of big words at the top left of the picture, "Yellow Turban Puppet Composition"!

Yong Bowen subconsciously read it out and didn't figure out what was going on. The super mini version of Sanshi Shuzu heard it and said happily, "Do you see the picture? It's impossible for me not to pass anything over. Take a closer look at the picture. Can you make a real yellow scarf wrestler? It took me a lot of effort to secretly copy it from the fairyland.

"What is this?"

The drawings in his mind are still a little vague. Yong Bowen shook his head vigorously and patted his forehead. The drawing finally became clear. You can see that the center of the picture is a complex humanoid diagram. Below the humanoid diagram is dense manufacturing instructions and precautions. It seems that it should be a puppet manufacturing drawing.

"This is the manufacturing drawing of the yellow scarf! Not to mention that my old man's spiritual support is useless. This is something from your Taiping Road. It is said that the ancestors of Taiping Road stole from the fairyland. According to the drawings, the yellow scarf wrestler can be perfectly built. It is not inferior to the fairyland's yellow scarf wrestler. In fact, there is no difference. It is all made of a picture. How can there be a difference! "

"It seems that there is nothing special... Uncle Sanshi, aren't you wading me? You also said that you stole it from the fairyland, and also said that it was something from our Taiping Road. What is it like?"

"This is what your Taipingdao ancestors stole from the fairyland. After you used it for thousands of years, it was lost again because of the war. A few days ago, when I stole it into the fairyland in the thunderstorm, I stole it back for you. Not to mention that there is nothing special, it is very different from ordinary puppets in the world. It is 10,000 times stronger than the simple puppet you use now. You can study it carefully.

"Third Master, Uncle, have you been to the fairyland?"

"Yes, I only need one certification now, which is a authentic fairy. What's so strange about going to a fairyland? I've been there several times."

"Didn't you say that the channel has been closed? How did you get there?"

"You can find a gap when it thunders."

"You are smuggling!"

"It's smuggling! In the past, there were too many immortals from the world. In each past, they would quietly leave an indicator sign or illustration or something for future generations, which makes it easy to smuggle the fairyland to other worlds. This is also the reason why after the closed channel, the fairyland still has to accept human beings who have reached the level of immortals, and it is not easy not to accept. Management, in fact, as far as I am concerned, I prefer to stay in the world rather than go to the fairyland. Presumably other predecessors should also have this idea.

"Well, I don't understand. Is the fairyland very reluctant to let human beings pass?"

"It was welcomed in ancient times. At that time, the fairyland was sparsely populated and needed a large number of immigrants. It was simply hungry and unscrupulous. In ancient times, the ancestors had the whole tribe forcibly moved to the fairyland. Later, the population became more and more, so they were picky. They only chose the kind of strength that was enough to rely on the coordinates to open the channel of the fairyland alone, but at that time, it was also allowed to take Relatives and friends went to everything. Later, when the population there was under great pressure, only the immortals were allowed to go by themselves, and they had to get some messy visas and so on. There was also a special Alien Immigration Administration. Those like us who went later can only be regarded as second-class citizens.

"How about the fairyland? Is there a heavenly palace or something?

"I don't know if Tiangong has it. I went to a border city with fewer civilians and more military facilities, and it seems to be in a state of perennial combat readiness, so I can't sneak out to see other places. But if this is not the case, I can't follow the manufacturing map of the Yellow Turban Reishi. There is an arsenal in the city. I went in during the break to copy a lot of manufacturing technology. This is a weapon manufacturing technology from the fairyland. I don't know how much it is ahead of the world.

"A lot of copies? Then why only give me the same? It's too stingy. Pass it all to me. Increase the support, so that we can get through the difficulties!"

"I just wanted to send you more, but the mana fluctuation caused by this technical transmission is too large. It only takes five seconds to reach the alarm critical point. If it continues, it will attract the attention of the fairy world."

"Then I'll go to Hainan and Bird's Nest Island. Let's send it face to face."

"It doesn't work! There is no difference between the mana fluctuation caused by face-to-face transmission and long-distance transmission. It only takes more than five seconds, and this transmission is unilaterally disposable. After sending it to you, I don't have it here. You can receive as much as you can. I just sent you all the information copied in the fairyland..."

"No way... Uncle Sanshi, you are too irresponsible. At least try to pass it on first, and then pass it all!"

"Bad boy, what do you mean by irresponsibility? Do you say that? I came all the way to help you at the risk of being discovered by the Fairyland Immigration Administration. Is that what you said? If you shake your head again, maybe you can shake something out again. Even if it is five seconds, it should be able to transmit a lot. How can it be the same!"

The super mini version of the third master's uncle was furious. He stood on the back of the sofa, pulled Yong Bowen's hair, pulled left and right, and shook his head vigorously.

The poor Yongda Tianshi was shaken to roll his eyes and his scalp hurt. He couldn't help screaming and shouting to let go.

But the super mini version of the three masters ignored it and kept shaking. Even if Ai Liyun couldn't stand it, she couldn't plead for mercy.

Yong Bowen couldn't stand it anymore. He called Ailiyun to interrupt the array. Ailiyun hesitated, but she was worried that the third master's uncle had something to tell. Such a broken magic array angered the third master's uncle.

After tossing around for five or six minutes, Yong Bowen felt that his neck seemed to be broken, and his head was shaking. Finally, another drawing appeared in his mind, and he didn't care what it was. He quickly shouted, "Yes, don't shake it. If you shake it again, it won't be!"