No one noticed when the fat man came behind him, not even the mid-grade mechanic Mo Tong.

However, when he saw the fat man's angry appearance, the image he left in Mo Tong's mind was still that ordinary fat hacker who had not changed, so that even if Wang Yanyan looked like this, he couldn't convey him the slightest sense of crisis.

"Dead fatty, he can live, I didn't expect you to live too.

Isn't it good to be alive? to come and die?"

The black gloves on Mo Tong's two hands collided together, and countless metal wires in the gloves that were closely related to the activation of the cannon barrel on his shoulder were bent under the control of the amplitude of his fingers, and the two cannon barrels on his shoulder shook slightly, and two black long-billed ant cannons rolled out two white vortices from the dark cannon barrel, and bombarded towards the king's eyes!

To outsiders, the assembly and disassembly of weapons may be technical, but the use is very simple, but in fact, the use of weapons is the most difficult existence among all factions. In this era, although science and technology have developed, some aspects have been checked, and the structure of weapons is one of them, in this world where the personal strength of the mechanic can replace the high-tech auxiliary means, many unbelievable power displays, relying only on the personal ability of the mechanic. Just like these two shells, the bombing position locked by the two shells is calculated by the mechanic through his brain, and then the final bombardment is achieved through the mechanic's pure manipulation.

These two ant cannons that burst out were accurately calculated by the ink copper, and they fell to the position of Wang Yanyan without deviation!

However, even the king's eyes and body, who were just ordinary hackers in everyone's knowledge, suddenly fell, and the whole person seemed to be under the body of fat meat, but there was a sound of muscles and bones!

This fat man is actually a middle-grade martial artist, and it seems that he has been in the middle grade for a long time?!

All the members of the body were shocked, and in their eyes, the figure of Wang Yanyan did not dodge sideways to dodge the two cannonballs, but stabbed the knife to the ground, and with one more force, the person shot out against the ground like a cannon.

Two silent ant cannons landed in his original position, and at the same time as the explosion exploded, the knife in his hand slashed at the head of a member of the Heavenly Fire Society!

"Poof—"

The skull flew, and a column of blood like a spring of water erupted from the broken neck.

An exclamation of surprise rang out in the roar of the explosion, and when Wang Yanyan's knife slashed open again, all the exclamations turned into screams again.

The strength of the mechanic comes from the combat weapon, but the cannon weapon is a long-range combat method, and the close range of the martial artist means slaughter for them!

The fat of the king's eyes is slightly cute fat, and the fat of the ink copper is fat, and the fat on the ink copper can't help but shake like the sea at this moment; the shock brought to him by the World Destroyer is too much, who would have expected that the fat man Wang Yanyan, who has been ignored among the World Destroyers, will be so strong at this moment? !

The ink copper tightened his complexion, stepped on his feet, and the metal legs in the trouser legs shook violently, the silver metal legs shrank slightly like springs, and his own two calves were created through such a mechanism to replace the original flesh and blood, so the metal legs shrank, and his whole person couldn't help but be a little shorter.

The metal leg bounced away again, and his entire fat body suddenly poured into a large force of power, and the bounce flew almost thirty meters high!

The two gloves with wires and chips inside were clenched, and the aiming position of the cannon barrel on the shoulder rotated, and the two ant cannons once again brought out two white vortices and bombarded towards the king's eyes on the ground!

And this cannon blasted, and the violent reaction force pushed him backwards and fell into a golden field behind.

He landed steadily, the aftermath of the reaction force and the force of the catapult propelling him backwards, his feet plowing two long ravines, and the golden waves of rice and snow flew like waves.

As soon as the cannonball was fired, Wang suddenly raised his head, and after a shock of the blade of the knife slashed a member close to him in half, his knife was struck at one of the barrels of a cannon on the ground.

The cannon barrel flew into the sky, and hit a cannonball head-on, and a violent explosion broke out in the air, and after Wang Yanyan's body flew upside down like a goshawk gliding, another cannonball slammed into the ground where he was a moment ago, and the earth sputtered by the air wave explosion, and one by one the members screamed and were blown into several pieces.

The black bronze fist clenched again, and two more cannonballs bombarded him.

Wang Yan sneered, his body suddenly leaned forward, and his feet pulled up a large wave of mud, stabilizing his retreating body. With his hand on the ground, he grabbed an ant cannon that had been blown open in the explosion just now, but was loose, and this time it was not to smash the barrel forward again, but to hold it firmly in his hand.

His body rolled like a tire speeding to the side, and he grabbed the fallen parts in his hands, and then his hands began to move with dizzying speed and intricacies against the violent smoke and dust of the two bombarded shells that had once again exploded.

Everyone's talent is different, some people are good at painting, some people are good at calligraphy, and the same is true for martial artists.

Playing cards requires techniques, and playing Xuanka also requires techniques, but pure techniques can never be compared to the techniques of playing weapons. Han Xu can deceive the Heavenly Fire Sect Master by playing cards, but in fact, Wang Yanyan is much better at playing cards than Han Xu, but he doesn't like to play, because he doesn't like to lose money; Han Xu doesn't have the talent to control weapons, but Wang Yanyan does, but he also doesn't like to play, because he is tired.

If you don't like to play, it doesn't mean you can't, you don't like to fight, it doesn't mean you can't, some people, the way they live is to live longer, they want to live longer, for the extreme, you will always have secrets that others don't know. Wang Yanyan, the "king" who survived with the cold ten years ago, is the biggest secret of the World Destroyer.

That's why they can carry out many unbelievable arrangements without fear in many operations; so he can save the cold and continue to be in danger in many times; so Wenjun and Yang Yue didn't notice his approach at the beginning; so on the night when the Quartet forces fought in the Song Bar, the hall master of the Flower Hall would come to kill him, but failed, but died violently in his hands!

"Lao Tzu doesn't fight, it's because Lao Tzu is afraid of pain.

Lao Tzu doesn't use weapons, because Lao Tzu is afraid of being tired.

But Lao Tzu is a genius, a genius who can make a lot of effort and still look down on all sentient beings! He is the genius on whom the White Emperor had the highest hopes!"

A complete ant cannon was formed in his hands, and his face, which had no shape in the past, was a mad aura.

White heat slowly emanated from the barrel.

"This ......" Mo Tong was dumbfounded.

He spat and said, "The ant cannon was created by you, and it was because of the ant cannon that you became the master of the Heavenly Fire Hall, but do you know that the ant cannon you designed has a deviation of 0.5 millimeters between the shaft and the thrust collision blade, and this deviation will reduce the speed of the ant cannon by about five percent." You have never found this problem in your whole life studying ant cannons, at this level, what qualifications do you have to come and kill me?"

He moved the crack blade slightly, making up for the 0.5 millimeter design deviation in his mouth, closed the muzzle, slowly got up, and then aimed at the black copper.

One was five percent faster, but it rolled up a more rapid and silent white wave of ant cannons, and it flew out!