As soon as the sword energy was triggered, Guan Luoyang immediately felt something in his heart.
Although they are hundreds of miles apart, Guan Luoyang has a certain understanding of the changes in the battle situation through the echo of thoughts in the sword energy.
He left those handwritings because he knew that after the contact between the three Arhats was cut off from Baye, someone must come out to investigate, so he buried some sword energy and tried the other party's methods.
"According to the prisoner's impression, the one who came out to investigate should be the Sky-Eared Arhat."
"This person's spiritual power level is not clear to the people below. If converted into the reincarnation system, the level revealed at the beginning is only a five-star level for the first time. It is extremely difficult to resist the sword energy I buried. It was not easy, but then, when it suddenly broke out, it immediately had the power of a five-star high-level."
"That should be the so-called blessing state of Indra's divine power, that is, the spiritual energy received and stored in the eight-leaf satellite group has opened up part of the authority to the Sky-ear Arhat and poured it into his body."
Guan Luoyang silently estimated in his heart that the blessing of this kind of technological means was indeed extraordinary.
The power that Tian'er Arhat exerted after receiving the blessing was obviously far beyond the level that his own realm should have, but it was not chaotic at all. It seemed orderly and subtle, as if he was in a state with five-star high-level power. At the same time, he also temporarily possesses a five-star high-level control realm.
This should be because Baye's satellite group itself has extremely high-end intelligent program assistance, and the Tian'er Arhat probably also has a corresponding intelligent chip in his body, which can mobilize external power into the smallest detail, making this external blessing even more powerful. With an unfinished aftertaste, it should be possible to pour in more to make the Sky-Ear Arhat even stronger.
"A named Arhat has such a level. The entire Eight Leaves should not be underestimated. I just don't know what the specific levels of the other forces mentioned in the mission standards are?"
For now, Guan Luoyang had better settle down the hundreds of people, old and young, so that he could do things easily without any worries. He drove the big ship and flew away from the mountainous area, seeing the shadows of many tall buildings in the distance.
A row of black dots flew up from the edge of the city, and in a moment, they were close.
It turned out to be dozens of urban patrols riding aircraft and wearing helmets, with most of their faces covered by black lenses.
Guan Luoyang learned a lot about the world from the captives' minds. Before the catastrophe more than fifty years ago, aircraft had become a very popular means of transportation and had developed many tricks.
Jetpacks, flying wings, personal flight propellers, amphibious vehicles...
There are also flying skateboards that cater to the preferences of young people. They look like big swords and can fly slowly at a speed of 30 kilometers per hour; mount-type aircraft that look like unicorns, pterosaurs, and horned night ghosts; flying brooms; and animations that look like enlarged versions. Beautiful girls, recreational aircraft that can hold the user and fly in the air, etc.
Later, during the Cataclysm, the climate changed dramatically and disasters occurred frequently. The human population was severely damaged, and many industries declined and were abandoned.
After more than fifty years of cultivation, both military and civilian aircraft models have become mainly practical, with only a few types left.
The people in front of them were riding motorcycle-type aircraft. They had a regular appearance and streamlined design. Their bodies leaned forward and lowered when riding.
The chassis of the aircraft is like a huge sled, without wheels, and the front end is slightly tilted. A faint white light is emitted around the edge of the entire chassis.
The white light flashed slightly, and many flying motorcycles stopped in mid-air, lining up in a line, blocking Guan Luoyang's path about forty or fifty meters apart.
"We are about to enter the urban area ahead. Please show your identification first and register your transportation tools. Otherwise, such a large flying device will definitely trigger urban radar alarms and even trigger air defense attacks."
The one who spoke was the captain of the patrol team. In fact, Guan Luoyang and the others had been scanned as early as fifty kilometers away from the city boundary. It was just that their flying speed was not too fast, and the aircraft did not contain large weapons and equipment. , so there was no premature interception.
However, when they got within ten kilometers, they had to stop them. This place is adjacent to the Burmese Mountains, and the five cities of Burmese Mountains have not yet officially joined the coalition. The aircraft coming from there must always be more cautious.
"The five cities in Mianshan have been occupied by Baye's troops. These people are residents who have fled from the city-state."
Guan Luoyang pointed at Xuan Jing who was lying on the bow of the boat and said, "This person should be a citizen of the coalition government. The branch director of the Shenzhou Jieyi Society. He was seriously injured and was rescued by us. He is not awake yet."
The patrol captain seemed quite surprised when he heard the two pieces of news, but he didn't say anything. He just immediately moved closer, took out a scanner, projected a red light, and scanned Xuan Jing.
"It is indeed the minister of the Burmese Mountain Branch. Please wait a moment."
The patrol leader turned the scanner over, brought it to his mouth, and whispered a few words.
Soon, hundreds of flying motorcycles flew into the city, but none of them came close. They were watching from a distance, extremely wary, and looking at them with eager eyes.
The crowd behind Guan Luoyang became slightly commotion.
"Everyone, don't be nervous, we welcome you."
A new flying motorcycle appeared from a high place. The man on the motorcycle took off his helmet and smoothed his hair, revealing a young face and smiling cheerfully.
"My name is Jiang Zisheng, and I am responsible for receiving foreigners. If you go directly to the city, you will have a lot of inconveniences in accommodation and food. We will take you to a temporary residence to settle down first, help you register, and prepare your new identity. After proving it, it will be easier for you to settle down and find a job."
"If anyone is injured, let me take responsibility first."
Jiang Zisheng lifted his long legs, stepped off the motorcycle, took a few steps in the air, and walked steadily onto the bow of the ship as if walking on flat ground.
He saw Xuan Jing breathing steadily and looking slightly relaxed. He glanced at the captured Arhat and said with a calm smile, "Are these two the only injured? Are any of you injured?"
The crowd murmured, and Ban Yang looked around and responded on their behalf: "There are no other wounded."
Guan Luoyang looked at the young man's appearance and said, "Xuan Jing is a wounded person, and the other one is just a prisoner I captured."
"You saved Xuan Jing, right? Can you please come sit with me at the emergency room?"
As soon as Jiang Zisheng finished speaking, Zhang Yamin quickly took two steps closer to Guan Luoyang and said, "Sir..."
"It's okay. They really don't have any malicious intent. Please cooperate with the registration. I will visit you when I have time."
Guan Luoyang gave a few instructions, slowly lowered the big ship to the ground, scattered it into earth and rocks, and left first with Xuan Jing and the prisoners.
The first aid place actually didn't go deep into the city. It was just on the edge of the east side of the city. It seemed that a hospital was built specifically for situations like this.
Jiang Zisheng led the way. His flying motorcycle had split open along the center line and stretched to both sides. The stretcher in the middle was large enough for several people to lie on it. It looked like a simple emergency vehicle.
The ambulance moved forward remotely, and Jiang Zisheng flew into the air.
He led Guan Luoyang around for a while on the edge of the city. On the way to the hospital, Guan Luoyang was able to observe the city more.
It’s no lie that there are many high-rise buildings. At a glance, there are at least hundreds of floors as high as mountain peaks in the entire city.
Suspended roads, railway tracks, and bridges shuttle between numerous tall buildings, crisscrossing each other, and covering the entire city.
In fact, most of these suspended tracks are three-dimensional projections. It can be seen at a glance that they are colored and slightly transparent and do not have any entity.
The purpose of the suspended orbital projection is to regulate the roads for those aircraft to prevent them from flying around and making it inconvenient for traffic management.
As for those suspended tracks with entities, they are often in the shape of steps, and are often centered on high-rise buildings and radiated to the surroundings.
Around those very tall buildings, every few floors, such suspended stairs will be built in a certain direction to connect to the surrounding shorter buildings. Those tall buildings look bright and beautiful from a distance, but they are actually quite old up close. It is mottled, has many signs of re-reinforcement, and there are large areas where construction is ongoing.
Workers carrying backpack-style aircraft were busy flying up and down like hard-working bees.
It is already afternoon, and the many suspended tracks, whether projected or real, are full of traffic and people.
From a distance, the entire city is divided into several layers by these suspended tracks.
There is one layer of city on the ground, one layer of city in the air, and another layer above.
Although the three-dimensional projection will not block the sunlight, the shadows of those aircraft are densely cast downwards. Together with the shadows of many high-rise buildings, the sunlight that can directly reach the city on the ground level is probably less than 30%.
But when Guan Luoyang looked carefully, he saw that the city on the ground level was not dark, and soft light sources spread on every street.
It’s not the street lights that can be seen as different from sunlight at a glance. The lights in the cities on the ground are no different from the sunlight. They also shine on the earth and are equally bright.
Even while Guan Luoyang was walking around the city, it could be vaguely seen that the lights in the city on the ground also tended to adjust the light intensity according to the time sequence.
People living on the ground are playing, running around, and doing business. If they need to go up, there are many, many roads that can lead to the high-rises of the city.
"Do you feel that it is very different from other city-states?"
Jiang Zisheng said with a smile, "After the catastrophe, the coalition regime was established. It took more than fifty years to gather the old remnants and newly emerged forces from all over the world. Today, more than 60% of the current population on the earth are united. under the regime.”
"Being able to achieve this level is not only due to the strength and efforts of the coalition government, but also because the atmosphere of the city under our governance is very different from other city-states."
His smile is contagious. "We are not only trying to restore the prosperity of the past step by step, but also getting rid of the shortcomings of the past. In many ways, we will do better than the so-called most prosperous period in the past."
"People from the five cities in Burma Mountain used to be led by their rulers and wavered, but as long as they get here, I believe they will quickly adapt, integrate, and like it here."
Guan Luoyang said: "It does look good, but the five cities of Mianshan have been occupied by Baye. Aren't you worried?"
"I'm not in charge of fighting."
Jiang Zisheng said, "The news has been spread. Naturally, there are people who should take action and are preparing for contingency. My job is to receive guests like you, so what is the name of the guest?"
He smiled again, "It sounds a bit cliche, but sir, you look a bit familiar to me."
"I also think you look familiar." Guan Luoyang said, "My name is Guan Luoyang."
Jiang Zisheng frowned, his expression subtle for a moment, and continued to lead the way as if nothing had happened.
After arriving at the hospital, Jiang Zisheng took a white coat from the nurse, put it on his body, held the mask and said, "I will not talk about the prisoner, but I have already seen Xuan Jing's situation."
"Although the things you installed on him saved his life, they will cause a certain rejection reaction, which is not conducive to his subsequent recovery. I would also like to ask you to help him go into the operating room and put these things away first. Take it out for our convenience."
Guan Luoyang was a little surprised: "You are the one doing the surgery?"
"This hospital, which specializes in dealing with outsiders, is also part of my job."
Jiang Zisheng put on a mask and said, "Don't worry, I'm a professional."
They pushed the stretcher into the operating room. The moment they entered, Guan Luoyang felt a layer of subtle light waves sweeping over his body, which seemed to have the effect of shielding dust and eliminating germs.
Someone in the operating room had already received the news, and two nurses were standing inside holding jars of culture fluid.
One jar contains the heart, and the other jar contains half of the lungs.
Jiang Zisheng put Xuan Jing on the operating table, first took two drops of Xuan Jing's blood and put them into the two jars respectively.
"Beep! Spare organs No. A37 and D44 are transforming into the patient's genes. Please carefully check the patient's body shape, provide data, and adjust the shape and quality of the spare organs."
Jiang Zisheng raised his hand to signal to Guan Luoyang.
As soon as Guan Luoyang stretched out his hand, the bright red life fibers swam out from Xuan Jing's body, curled up in the air, returned to Guan Luoyang's clothes, merged into one, and turned into pure white.
What a unique technology!
Jiang Zisheng was a little surprised. He quickly stitched up some of Xuan Jing's wounds, then removed the two damaged organs in his body and installed two spare organs.
He clearly used his psychic powers, and the operation was extremely simple and fast.
However, this also allowed Guan Luoyang to see that the two spare organs were really flesh and blood organs, not bionic prosthetics like the captive Arhat.
In fact, a body like Xuan Jing's with damaged heart and lungs would be much easier to treat if it were a bionic prosthesis.
Could it be that in terms of bionic prosthetics, the research of this coalition government is not as good as that of Yaye?
After the operation was completed, Jiang Zisheng asked Guan Luoyang to sit and rest in the tea room for a while. He said that he was going to fill in the operation records and left.
Guan Luoyang was not in a hurry, sipping tea slowly and watching the news projected on the wall.
Jiang Zisheng stopped in the stairwell, rolled up his sleeves, and pressed his watch.
"Get through to the president."
The watch rang twice, and a response came from there.
A gentle female voice said: "Uncle Jiang, how is Xuan Jing?"
"It's stable now, but if I hadn't met some kind-hearted people, I probably wouldn't have been able to survive the previous injury."
Jiang Zisheng shook his head, "For a young man under fifty years old, the branch should not have allowed him to take risks at that time."
"Forget it, I'm looking for you for another reason. The man who saved Xuan Jing looks exactly like the photo of the old president in our club. I can't tell if he's a bionic prosthetic. The key is He also has the same name and is quite capable, so I doubt it’s true.”
"Old president?"
The other person pondered for a moment, and realized that until now, apart from her own generation, there was only one president of the Shenzhou Jieyi Society who had no clear death record.
"The first generation president, there has been no trace for three centuries, will he really appear again? Moreover, there have been some troubles in our area recently. Yatsuye has occupied the five cities of Mianshan. It would be unavoidable for such a person to appear again. What a coincidence..."
Jiang Zisheng said: "This is indeed very strange, but you have to be insane to want to impersonate a person who has not been seen for three hundred years. This is not how spies work."
"Now I just ask him to stay here at the hospital and not enter the city. I have sent some surveillance to guard against him. You can bring my grandpa's knife over and have a look."
The other side responded.
"good."
