The survival capsule popped open.
The nutrient solution leaked down the drainage hole, and the medical equipment made a beeping sound.
Li Zhengyang Open your eyes.
The first thing I saw was a circle of bright people outside.
Lei Qianjue stood at the front with his hands behind his back, next to him was Commander Fortress No. 7, Commander Han Tieshan, and next to him was Professor Wang Zongren, whose hair was as messy as a bird's nest.
There were several senior military officials standing behind, all with solemn expressions.
This scene looked almost like a memorial service.
"The bone curves are all exploded!"
Wang Zongren was lying in front of the monitor, his tone no longer calm. "His bone density is now comparable to military-grade armor. Look at this scan."
The old man turned around and yelled at Han Tieshan.
"This is not physical data that humans can have at all. Instead, it has the characteristics of Dragon Bones."
Of course not human.
That was stolen by Li Zhengyang from Netherworld Dragon Venerable [Tyrannosaurus Bone].
As long as he still has breath, this thing can forcefully pull him back from hell.
Lei Qianjue ignored Wang Zongren's yelling.
He stared at the naked young man sitting in the nutrient solution, his eyes full of admiration.
Fifth-Rank Martial Emperor, Martial Venerable level Demonic Beast, killed him on the spot, and even removed one of Overlord-Class Demon-Human's arms.
Such achievements, let alone today's Northern Frontier, even if you look through Great Xia's century-old martial arts history, you can't pick out a second one.
Lei Qianjue is excited.
He decided to take on a disciple.
As one of the four major Great Xia Martial Venerable countries, and his close disciple, that was an opportunity that no amount of geniuses could get without breaking their heads.
He believed that as long as he extended this olive branch, this boy would definitely kneel on the ground with tears of gratitude and call him Master.
Lei Qianjue cleared his throat and showed off the majestic style of a master.
"You're awake."
He spoke with a low and powerful voice, "As Fifth-Rank Martial Emperor, attack Martial Venerable with all your strength, and kill Demon-Human with all your strength. I Lei Qianjue have never seen such a crazy person like you in my life. Your temperament is too much for me. I wish you..."
"Thunder Venerable."
Li Zhengyang ripped off the monitoring tube on his chest and directly interrupted the opponent.
"Where is my Space Ring?"
The atmosphere in the ward suddenly stopped.
Lei Qianjue's words "I would like to be my closed disciple" that he was about to throw out were stuck in his throat, making his chest feel tight.
The surrounding high-level military officials looked at each other in disbelief.
Han Tieshan's face twitches.
With a dark face, he took out a ring from his pocket and smashed it angrily.
"Here! How can the fortress still covet your rags???"
Li Zhengyang raised his hand to catch it steadily and rubbed it against the surface of the ring.
"Tattered?"
He turned over and jumped out of the life-support cabin. With a twist of his wrist, Space Ring buckled downwards.
Wow!
A pile of loot poured down out of thin air.
Hundreds of Fifth-Rank Martial Artist Sixth-Rank Martial Artist Demonic Core, incomplete Demon-Human Bone Armor, Silver-Crowned Giant Ape huge skull fragments directly smashed the floor into craters.
Finally.
A completely black crystal rolled twice on top of the trophy pile and stopped steadily.
As soon as the crystal appeared, the air in the ward immediately became several times heavier.
The pure Martial Venerable coercion emanating from it made several Martial King-level staff present weak in the knees.
Demonic Core of Netherworld Dragon Venerable!
The entire ward's senior staff were silent.
Han Tieshan opened his mouth and stared at the black dragon core, his eyes almost bulging out.
This is nothing but junk, this is a fucking strategic treasure that the entire Northern Frontier War Zone cannot produce even one piece of in a year.
Lei Qianjue immediately turned his head and shouted toward the door.
"Go! Call Director Quartermaster Department!"
Less than five minutes.
A fat, middle-aged officer ran into the ward crawling on his feet.
As soon as he entered the door, his eyes were attracted by the Martial Venerable Demonic Core on the ground, and his legs were nailed to the spot.
"Director."
Li Zhengyang pointed to the pile of Demonic Core on the ground, "Let's settle the accounts. These must all be cashed out."
The fat director took out a high-precision calculator and started pressing on it with trembling hands.
"Silver-Crowned Giant Ape Demonic Core...Sixth-Rank Martial Artist Seventh-Rank Martial Artist Miscellaneous...Blood-Soul Pearl and Demon-Human Material..."
He counted and reported the numbers, and the sweat on his forehead couldn't stop falling.
Finally, his hand stopped above the Martial Venerable dragon core, not daring to touch it at all.
"This Martial Venerable Demonic Core... There is no circulation record on the market at all."
"If we follow the auction house's highest guide price over the years..." The fat director swallowed and glanced at Lei Qianjue secretly, "We can give it 500 million. In total, it's 810 million Great Xia yuan."
After he reported the number, he didn't dare to express his anger.
Li Zhengyang didn't answer the call.
He stretched out his hand and started counting with his fingers.
"I am Fifth-Rank Martial Emperor, and I have jumped up the ranks to resist Martial Venerable. I am leading the charge for you Defense Line, right?"
The fat director nodded desperately.
"I used my life as bait to hold it back, and cut off another Overlord Demon-Human's arm. Can this be regarded as saving the entire Army-Breaker Bureau branch?"
The fat director nodded like he was pounding garlic.
"In order to fight this battle, dozens of bones in my body were broken, all my internal organs were shattered, and my spirit was severely traumatized by Martial Venerable-level pressure."
Li Zhengyang pointed at himself, "Don't you think you should calculate the mental damages and medical expenses?"
The fat director's hand holding the calculator became increasingly shaky.
"And my combat uniform." Li Zhengyang patted his bare thighs, "It was all burned to ashes by Netherworld Death Ray. That is a special model issued by Fortress No. 7's logistics."
He raised his head and met the fat director's eyes directly.
"Total zeros and zeros, add one yuan to make it one billion." Li Zhengyang said in an extremely casual tone, "Isn't it too much?"
One billion!
The fat director almost spat blood on the calculator.
He calculated all the materials at the highest premium, which would cost him just over 800 million.
This kid raised his lips and asked for 200 million in war damage expenses!
This is the wool of Great Xia Military Department being squeezed to death!
The fat director couldn't make the decision, so he turned to look at Lei Qianjue as if asking for help.
Han Tieshan heard this and his temples were beating loudly. He just wanted to speak out and teach this kid a lesson.
Lei Qianjue suddenly laughed out loud.
He looked at Li Zhengyang's confident and confident face. Not only was he not angry, but there was a hint of appreciation in his eyes.
"Give it to him!"
Lei Qianjue waved his hand and said neatly, "One billion, Military Department has a special payment! This guy has done a lot of harm to Northern Frontier, and he is worth the price!"
How dare the fat director keep talking nonsense? He pressed his fingers furiously on the Military Department special batch Terminal.
Ding!
The newly issued Tactical Terminal in the ward rang.
Li Zhengyang clicks on Tactical Watch on the wrist, and a prompt pops up on the holographic screen.
[Receipt: 1,000,000,000 yuan]
Ten digits.
Li Zhengyang stared at the string of numbers, his breathing suddenly became rapid, and his eyes glowed with gold.
This is even more adrenaline-filled than killing Netherworld Dragon Venerable.
Now I am really rich!
He rubbed his hands, raised his head and looked around at the military leaders in the ward.
Lei Qianjue saw that he had received the money, and his emotions were in place.
I cleared my throat, feeling that the atmosphere was just right, and prepared to continue what I had just said.
"Zhengyang, you also took the money. The road to martial arts in the future will be extremely dangerous. If I personally..."
"Gentlemen!"
Li Zhengyang suddenly turned up the volume and stood up, interrupting Lei Qianjue's spellcasting.
"This nutrient solution has made me all sticky. I want to change into new underwear, so I can clean up easily?"
"Otherwise my dragon root might scare you all."
There was dead silence in the ward again.
Lei Qianjue was blocked for the second time, and the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.
He has lived for hundreds of years and has never seen such a master who only recognizes money and not people.
"Okay."
Lei Qianjue gritted his molars and nodded, "You change first. After you change, come to me in the base command room."
He turned around and took the lead and walked out, followed by a group of senior executives out of the ward.
Click.
As the last person went out, Li Zhengyang pressed the anti-lock button on the wall without hesitation.
A thought moved my mind.
A light blue light curtain appeared in front of my eyes.
[Current Blood-Qi Value:1298628]
[Realm: Fifth-Rank Martial Emperor]
[Account balance: 1007800000]
One billion.
One hundred million Great Xia yuan is equal to one million points Blood-Qi Value.
One billion, that's a full ten million points Blood Qi!
Why are you still hesitating?
Li Zhengyang's finger hovered above the recharge bar of the holographic panel.
He entered all the long series of sky-breaking numbers.
[Recharge successful!]
[Recharge amount: 1000000000]
[Get Blood-Qi Value:+10000000]