Chapter 78 The Iron-Hand Boss
——As expected, destiny is not just the label of the chosen one that is dictated by luck, but an enhanced version of the engine that causes trouble!
An Jing sighed. He also realized that his luck was very subtle. It was not bad, but there would definitely be many twists and turns.
If it is said that this is the result of the "Seven Evil Destiny", then it is really destiny as its name suggests.
An Jing didn't have any thoughts about the possibility of having destiny.
A strong destiny represents a strong talent. He is naturally happy, but he will not be afraid or arrogant because of it.
There are some things that Anjing will do no matter whether he has a destiny or not.
He does something because of his own will, and then fulfills his destiny, not because he does it because destiny tells him to do it.
——Destiny is determined by heaven, and everything depends on man.
This is Anjing’s creed.
At this moment, it was already noon, the gray sky was already bright white, and the entire sky seemed to have turned into incandescent lights.
This is noon in the Tianyuan world. Although there is no bright sun, it is still bright.
Now, Anjing's goal is very clear.
First, obtain the currency of Tianyuan Realm.
Thanks to the battles between many gangs and the selfless gifts of big guns and others, he now has many firearms and items carried by gang members, such as those aura guns, bullets, stimulants and some that look like aerosols , a spray medicine said by Fuxie Sword Spirit to have healing power.
According to Huo Qing, his elders will recycle these.
Second, get some weapons that can be used for 'sniping'.
It doesn't have to be a sniper rifle, it just needs to be able to hit the people on the shuttle. The distance of a few hundred meters is not that far. An Jing can be sure that the white-clothed scribe is not strong at all, but at the peak of his inner energy. This means that the other party, like himself, cannot block the gun and will die if he takes a critical hit. .
An Jing did not need to calculate the cost, because he would not be able to escape the pursuit of the demon sect without killing the scribe in white.
Whether it's buying, stealing or robbing, as long as An Jing has a chance to get it, he will definitely do it.
An Jing hoped that his fellow human beings in the Tianyuan world would give him some face and not let him get to that point.
Third, obtain some resources for practicing the ‘Taibai Haoling Divine Forbidden City’.
An Jing's current practice method is still the 'Huangtian Qi Nourishing Method' given by Tianyi Demon Sect.
This is indeed a good technique, but it focuses on assassination, has weak frontal combat capabilities, is average in terms of speed, and may have a backdoor, so An Jing is not confident about practicing it.
As the top sword immortal cultivation method of the Sword Spirit era, Taibai Haoling Divine Forbidden Technique could not only ignore the influence of demonic energy, but also provide An Jing with the much-needed 'physical fitness'.
As a Qi refining method, it also has a high bonus to perception.
As long as he can raise the level of Taibai Haoling Divine Forbidden City, An Jing can make up for most of his shortcomings. Next, he only needs to find a light kung fu footwork.
This sword spirit really does not exist. After all, he is an immortal sword, not a sword immortal. He only knows how to control the sword, and the immortal sword has not learned any light skills and escape techniques.
Anjing in Huaixu Realm cannot enter the city for the time being and cannot buy resources. It happens that the weapon repair industry in Tianyuan Realm is developed. Just look at the giant furnace core in the center of the town and you will know that there is absolutely no shortage of hardware in this world, which can quickly increase the level of Taibai Divine Forbidden City.
Finally, find a place to rest.
Even if you become a cultivator, you still need to sleep. An Jing has not had a peaceful rest for a long time - but this need is the lowest. After all, An Jing is young, so staying up late will not hinder him, and he may even become more energetic the longer he stays up.
In addition to these four core goals, An Jing also didn't mind helping Huo Qing.
The other party was probably the result of his first success in changing his destiny with the "Seven Evils of Destiny". An Jing wanted to see how this decadent gang clerical monk who was destined to suffer death and his hall turned black would have his future rewritten by him. What will happen next.
Moreover, by borrowing his face, maybe there will be a relatively high recycling price?
In short, now, after setting the mission goal, Anjing starts to take action.
This is his habit, to list the things that need to be done, one, two, three, four, five, so that he will never be confused when he acts like this.
So, soon after confirming that the evil spirit in the garbage dump had nothing to do with the devil, An Jing, relieved, took Huo Qing to the recycling site.
Xuanye City, Floating Dust Plains, Southwest Recyclable Metal Waste Dumping Place.
Recycling hut number two.
When arriving at the recycling depot, An Jing immediately noticed the peculiar style of the recycling hut.
Surrounded by colorful rusty metal scraps and various debris, this recycled cabin has a solid rock foundation and hall, wooden window sills, and a layer of ivy clinging to the wall. It is lush and neat. And beautiful. The only thing that doesn't look normal is the roof of this recycled cabin, which looks a little too new.
Like An Jing, there were many people who came to recycle the hut early in the morning. Most of them were ordinary people dressed simply and with no gang patterns on their raincoats. They were probably just recycling equipment.
The recycling hut has not yet opened, and everyone is waiting in the open space at the door, looking quite calm.
According to the folk customs in the Tianyuan world, they actually just complained a few words such as "The old man with iron hands overslept again", without any intention of knocking on the door and forcing the other party to open the door.
An Jing knew the reason for everyone's good temper.
He could see that the creepers on the recycling hut were not actually creepers, but a strange spiritual plant that vaguely formed a formation that enveloped all the surrounding land.
When this wood spirit formation breaks out, according to Sword Spirit, even a cultivator at the seventh level of Qi Refining (inner strength) will not be able to do well if he brings a magical weapon.
Most of these ordinary people have silk-like energy and can barely be regarded as monks. There are only a few who look ferocious and have river-like energy, so naturally they don't dare to be presumptuous.
But An Jing and his group were different. Huo Qing was a relative, not to mention that he had something urgent to do today, so he calmed down and stepped forward. Under the frightened gazes of all the ordinary recyclers who wanted to stop but did not dare to step forward, Ringed the doorbell of the recycling hut.
——Dingle bell! ! !
The extremely loud doorbell rang, and after a while, there was a loud shout with obvious anger: "It's so noisy, don't ring that doorbell!"
"You damn thing, you bunch of jackals and carrion-eating vultures, you won't let anyone sleep, your mothers have all been raped!"
A series of very high-quality speeches sounded, and the strong and cursing voice echoed around the hut.
The next moment, the door opened wide, and a burly man over two meters tall walked out menacingly. He was stunned for a moment by the situation in front of him.
Huo Qing, his junior, stood at his door with a face that was almost exhausted, with a newly healed wound on his shoulder - and in the open space not far away, a boy wearing a mask and wearing clothes that were obviously dead men stood. He was holding the unconscious body of his old brother Big Gun in his hand.
"What's going on?"
He suddenly became confused and confused: "Aqing, how did you get injured? What did the big gun do to get you to go to the front line? Why did he get injured too? And, that kid..."
The left hand of this big man is a thick silver-white metal mechanical arm, but there are wooden roots climbing on the joints, and the left eye is made of ruby, which is some kind of special magic weapon prosthetic eye.
At this moment, he frowned, looked An Jing up and down with his flashing red prosthetic eyes, and raised his eyebrows: "Such a young wilderness boy... I'm afraid something is very serious."
"Uncle Iron Hand, the matter is really big."
Huo Qing did have a lot of emotions that he wanted to express at first, but now that he had endured enough blows, he became stronger, kept his spirits up, and said concisely: "Uncle Big Gun misappropriated gang supplies and wanted to make me take the blame." , my friend defeated Uncle Big Gun, but what I did with Uncle Big Gun was enough for the boss to kill me.”
"I'm desperate. I shouldn't bother you originally, but now that things have come to this, I have no choice but to ask you how I should go about my future."
"Idiot! Stupid bastard!"
Huo Qing briefly talked about the embezzlement of public funds between himself and Dagang. Halfway through, the tall man named Tie Shou frowned: "How the hell do you dare?"
He looked at the unconscious big gun in An Jing's hand with an almost stern look, and then looked at Huo Qing with eyes that hated iron and steel, and said sternly: "If you are really stupid, open the door for stupidity - you are so stupid!" Damn it, you knew it was wrong, why did you still fool around with that bastard Da Qian? "
"To betray the gang is to be disloyal to the gang; to not value your own life is to be unfilial to your parents!"
"You unfaithful and unfilial brat, now that you are fucking desperate, you just fucking remembered your uncle and I came here?"
Huo Qing had nothing to say. He knelt on the ground and kowtowed respectfully to Tie Shou. Tie Shou gave him a kick in anger and kicked him more than ten meters away. Huo Qing obviously had several bones broken by the kick. Without saying a word, he stood up unsteadily and walked to Tie Shou again.
"Come in! You little brat knows where the medicine is!"
He slapped Huo Qing again, making the corner of Huo Qing's mouth bleed. After all, Tie Shou, whose anger had subsided, still loved his junior and allowed Huo Qing to enter his shop, which was a tacit agreement to protect him.
"It's gone, it's gone! It's all gone for me!" Tie Shou raised his voice again and said to the group of scavengers and corpse pickers outside: "Grandpa has some personal matters today, so we won't be open! It's all gone. Come back tomorrow!" "
"My trip was in vain. You have to give grandpa a discount tomorrow!" "Fuck you!"
The crowd could also see that the old man with iron hands was obviously in trouble today, so they dispersed amidst the bustle of sighs, discussions, laughter and curses, and disappeared into the garbage dump.
After that, Tie Shou looked at An Jing.
Facing An Jing, who was standing upright with a big gun in his hand, the burly man spoke calmly and said with a hint of gratitude: "The reason why this kid Huo Qing is alive is entirely because of you, right, little brother?"
"It's windy outside, so you should come in first."
(End of chapter)