I'm really the captain of the flying Henan people.

Chapter 120 Evil?Do you mean this lump of mud under my feet? (seeking a monthly ticket)
The coolie fish are wandering around the filthy sea spirit, and whenever the filthy sea spirit shows signs of self-healing, the basking shark will shoot a few water guns.

The Fel Thunder Cannon will also fire at his "corpse" every 2 minutes.

The water gun was cold, the cannon was scorching hot, and the "corpse" of Dirty Hailing was almost in a state of death all the time.

"Is the evil thing immortal? I fired more than 100 shots, which is enough to kill two fallen temples!"

Chen Chang'an's expression was quite ugly, and he finally understood the real reason why Foul Hailing was confident, but he didn't dare to upload the information he had obtained to the Deep Sea Forum.

Not to mention whether the netizens can come up with a way to completely eliminate the evil.

One thing to know is that there are ghosts in the deep sea forum!
The number of spies like Ao Yamamoto, or simply earth traitors is definitely not small!

Once Chen Chang'an made the situation he was facing public, the inner ghosts would pass the information to the local forces in the deep sea.

If the deep sea world discovers that the "evil nuclear weapon" is about to be completed, it will inevitably send a cross-border talent similar to Yamamoto Bao to stop it.

Although it is said that there can only be a third-level transcendent at the highest level in the human sea, Chen Changan also learned from his own experience that divinity is not bound by strength limitations.

If the deep sea world spares no expense, it is entirely possible to cultivate a spy with the bloodline of divinity, bloodline of spiritual power, weapons and equipment, and ship strength to the limit.

At that time.

On the one hand, Chen Changan needs to spend part of his time and energy suppressing evil things, and on the other hand, he also needs to fight against the full-strength deep-sea spies.

For unknown benefits, it is not worth the loss to increase the risk of one's own life in vain.

"The explosives are not enough. According to the current consumption rate, thousands of inals will be consumed a day, and the capitalists have no food left!"

Chen Changan sighed, and bought another 2233 explosive packs.

Inar, who had just been opened from the treasure chest of the Fallen Temple, had already contributed a large amount of Inar to the trading market in a blink of an eye.

The number of Inar in his hand dropped sharply to 99, making the already poor family even worse.

"Hey, I have to make a decision as soon as possible, whether to send it to the Deep Sea Forum for a try, or continue to grind slowly with the Feilei Cannon..."

Chen Changan sat on the bluestone, lost in thought.

the other end.

On the Flying Henan Ren, Wang Chenghuan and others didn't know the status of Treasure Island, so they chatted casually.

Unknowingly, Wang Fugui became a loyal fan of "Cheng right and wrong", and said excitedly:

"When Boss Cheng catches this evil thing, we can live a good life. I also want to go back to the shipyard and marry a young wife."

Wang Chenghuan glanced worriedly at the battlefield, "I hope so, I still want to redeem our friendship boat from Boss Cheng."

Peter Pan couldn't help laughing, touched the forehead of the Sino-US joint venture, and complained:
"Drink a few dishes like this. Since Boss Cheng doesn't need us to assist in firing, let's just write honestly. Today's task of updating 120 million characters a day has not been completed yet."

The other five codewriters all glared at Peter Pan, but they soon stopped chatting, opened the classics in their hands, and started uploading information.

Deep Sea Forum [Knowledge is Power] popular post, this is the headquarters of the Hope faction, when the code word group of six resumed uploading classics information, the comment area burst into cheers.

"A salute to the return of the code word six gods ヽ(▽)ノ"

"Pfft haha, those who didn't know thought you were advertising Liushen toilet water! (^^*)
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"Codewriter brothers, come on! ヾ(°°) Ollie!"

"Wuhu~take off! ︿(￣︶￣)︿"

"Damn it, do you bastards live in the forum? There are so many comments in just a second after the code word six brothers posted? Σ(°△°|||)︴"

Due to the inability to post pictures on the Deep Sea Forum, the emoji culture has suffered a heavy blow. However, as the Hope School has gradually become the mainstream thinking of mankind, the mainstream emotions of mankind have gradually become agitated.

The kaomoji originated from the Chinese Internet gradually became popular in the deep sea forums at a certain inadvertent moment, and became a must-have "little tail" for hopefuls to chat with each other.

Just as the group of six codewriters was tirelessly uploading the information on the classics, the codewriter Qin Huazhen, who had always been quiet, suddenly discovered something unusual.

On the sea in the distance, three warships floated from afar.

Qin Huazhen got up immediately, looked at the warship on the sea from a distance, felt a little familiar, immediately kicked Wang Fugui, and said sharply:

"Old Wang, you have spiritual power and blood, and your eyesight is better than ours, let's see the situation!"

Wang Fugui woke up instantly from the world of words, and said in a daze:

"Master Qin, why are you kicking me!"

Qin Huaying shrugged and pointed to the sea area in the northwest direction.

The three warships are from far to near.

Wang Fugui immediately opened his eyes to the maximum, almost twice the size of Rong Hao's elder brother, and finally saw the crew on the deck clearly, and said in surprise:

"Fuck, isn't this the group of people from the shipyard's fishing team? How did they come to Treasure Island?"

When the codewriters heard the word "shipyard", they didn't feel sleepy. They put down all their books and went to the stern to look at the sea.

The two warships gradually approached the flying Henan Ren.

Because Chen Changan once put forward the "safety distance theory", the deep sea forum generally recognized this statement, and the two warships did not get too close.

After maintaining a distance of about 40 meters, the correspondent over there spoke with a large iron horn:

"Friends on the boat over there, are you also here to hunt the foul sea spirit?"

Wang Chenghuan pressed the index finger of his right hand under the palm of his hand, signaling to all the codewriters to be quiet, and then spoke on behalf of everyone:

"Excuse me, are you here to hunt evil things?"

The correspondent was slightly proud, and said loudly:
"That's right, we've done a great job in the shipyard. We've assembled twelve strong men with 50% spiritual power bloodlines, and we're here to crusade against evil things!"

Wang Chenghuan glanced at Chen Changan out of the corner of his eye. He always felt that a person like Cheng Boss was qualified to be called a strong man, but every team that dared to crusade against evil was undoubtedly the elite of human beings, so he praised:

"May you become stronger and live longer!"

At this time, Li Sihai finally walked out of the captain's room, without any flattery when facing the unknown businessman Bao Yamamoto. His [-]-meter-tall slender figure made people look up.

Li Sihai walked slowly to the bow, every step the crew could not help paying attention to him, the experience of single-handedly killing a fishing team was enough to make every crew member respect and fear in their hearts.

The correspondent wanted to hand him the big iron horn, but Li Sihai pushed it away with a smile.

As soon as Li Sihai opened his mouth, a trace of ice-type spiritual power condensed in the air, forming a thin layer of ice horn, which magnified his words several times:
"Brothers on the other side of the boat, I think you are a little small. If you want to fight against evil things, how about making a companion and exploring Treasure Island together?"

The correspondent also responded with a loudspeaker:

"As the saying goes, when you meet in another world, you can enjoy delicious food. We also brought a chef from a Kenk restaurant on board, so we can enjoy delicious food together."

The group of six codewriters looked at each other and felt that Boss Cheng didn't like to communicate with too many people. Wang Chenghuan said:

"No need, let's go our separate ways to hunt down evil things."

Li Sihai looked deeply at the Flying Thunder Cannon of Evil Energy. Since entering the deep sea world, it was the first time he saw the existence of the cannon. He put away the greedy look in his eyes, and said innocently:
"Even if the strength of the evil thing is impossible to reach a level 4 transcendent, just the six of you, except for that fat brother, you are almost all ordinary people, I am afraid that even the old vines and old trees may not be able to do it."

The group of six codewriters was a little annoyed, and Wang Chenghuan also realized that strength is the last word in communication, so he said coldly:
"We are not the owners of this ship, but Boss Cheng. You can talk to Boss Cheng."

After finishing speaking, Wang Fugui pointed to the coast not far away that was pitted by artillery fire and scattered with dozens of gravels.

Among the broken rocks, a slender young man sat upright on the bluestone, and if he got closer, he could still see his clean and handsome face.

A certain female crew member immediately blushed:
"He's so handsome, he looks like Dehua, but he has a bit of Li Xiaoyao's chivalry~"

The crew members of the two warships looked over together, no matter how small-minded the man was, he had to be convinced by the handsome young man on the bluestone, and said helplessly:

"Handsome but can't be eaten."

Li Sihai looked around in a daze, and found that all the crew members had switched their attention from his body to the handsome Qingshi, and felt a little dissatisfied with NTR for no reason.

Gravel battlefield.

Sitting on the bluestone, Chen Chang'an suddenly felt a scorching gaze from behind that was almost "seeing traitors". He turned his head and found that men and women from two ships were looking at him.

Quite a few girls even rubbed their hair with peach blossoms in their eyes.

Chen Changan was taken aback for a moment, but then realized something.

10 attribute points are the average value of a 30-year-old healthy man. Chen Changan's natural charm reached 13 points, which is 30 times that of a 1.95-year-old healthy man, and it is still at the level of a normal person.

But divinity endowed him with a strengthening effect of +1 to all attributes, and his charm at this time almost surpassed the limit of what humans can achieve, and even some men may covet his beauty.

It's normal for this to happen now.

Chen Chang'an got up slowly, causing a small commotion on the boat.

Finally, even Li Sihai, who claims to be calm, couldn't help but remind him:
"We are here to hunt down evil things. Can a handsome man kill the Dirty Sea Spirit?"

At this moment, the fel thunder cannon reached the 2-minute time to whip the corpse, and fired loudly.

The dark green explosive package smashed the body of the dirty sea spirit that had just been repaired a little bit.

The crew of the two warships raised their weapons like frightened cats and cats.

Li Sihai even summoned six ice thorns, floating in mid-air, and said sharply:

"They are all teams that came to fight against evil things, why should they fire at us to demonstrate?"

Chen Changan tilted his head in doubt, pointed at the filthy sea spirit under his feet, and said in confusion:
"Evil thing? Do you mean the lump of mud under my feet?"

(End of this chapter)