"Li Xingxu, how are you?"

"It's okay...... Can't die. Li Xingxu said as he struggled to get up.

"Don't move, you're just waiting here, just don't go near those Skonies, damn, who's so insidious, just change it to fully automatic, and make it into a proximity bomb." After Zhang Fan finished speaking, he reached out to pull the fragment on his buttocks.

"I'll stop the bleeding for you."

Li Xingxu took out the hemostatic patch from his waist, and Zhang Fan pouted his ass and leaned over. The hemostatic patch can quickly stop bleeding and pain, and speed up wound healing.

After that, Zhang Fan checked Li Xingxu's injury, which was not serious, and also helped him deal with it.

Zhang Fan only remembered at this time why there were so many Skonies here, why he didn't notice it at all, so he asked:

"Li Xingxu, aren't you from the Investigation Division? Why is it that so many weapons and equipment on the ground have not been detected at all? ”

Li Xingxu pointed to the crashed battleship and said:

"It was originally a fire support ship in the early days of clones, not a specialized reconnaissance aircraft, and this time I came to you, and the rescue mission was the priority......"

"Shouldn't the Investigation Section do what it's good at?" Zhang Fan asked.

Li Xingxu blushed and said:

"We're not done yet."

"Equipment modifications?" Zhang Fan asked with some doubts.

"Yes, we are not familiar with the operating habits and processes of the clones, mainly the modification and replacement of operating systems, as well as the shipboard computers. Reconnaissance equipment, while off-the-shelf, is not compatible with human systems and is not of high priority. ”

"Reconnaissance equipment is not a high priority? Who decided this? Zhang Fan asked.

"This was arranged by Shi Zihao, and he asked for firepower to be given priority."

Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows and said:

"Didn't the Arhat just ask about this?"

Before Li Xingxu could answer, several warships flew in the air.

It is not a very advanced warship, because Zhang Fan saw that there were aerodynamic structures on these warships.

However, this kind of bird-like structure will not appear on the warships of the regular army, and the maneuver is completed by the vector action of multiple engine vents on the hull, and this aerodynamic structure is mainly to save costs and the engine technology is not up to par.

Zhang Fan immediately motioned for Li Xingxu to lie down straight and pretend to be dead, and he fell to the ground motionless.

These warships were the octopus people who caught up behind, and Zhang Fan was afraid that they would shoot at him after seeing that he was not dead.

Several warships circled in the air for a few times, and there were no weapons nearby to attack them, and it seemed that the ambush on the ground was also the work of the octopa.

The battleship slowly fell, the hatch opened, and a group of people came out, who first walked to the side of the crashed battleship, and then turned around and walked towards Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan lay quietly, looking at the group of people through his eyelids.

The crowd did not see Hiroichi Mitsui, but saw the middle-aged man with a pair of hanging horns, followed by a group of men armed with electromagnetic guns and samurai wearing katanas.

At the forefront of these people, however, were three others.

An old man with short hair, carrying a strange thing on his back, looked like a long whip. The old man was over four hundred years old, his eyes were slightly open, his eyelids drooped, and his face was expressionless.

The old man walked in the middle, and to his right was a middle-aged woman with long hair, dressed in a black tight leather jacket and trousers. Hanging chest and buttocks, short legs and long neck. In addition, the lines of her body are completely devoid of beauty, and what is even more discordant is that she holds an eight-sided sledgehammer in each hand.

In fact, Zhang Fan felt that this pair of hammers should be held by the person on the left of the old man, and he saw that this person was a bearded man with a beard all over his face.

The big man has a bare upper body, dark and solid muscles with sharp edges and corners, a pair of ringed eyes, and a sky-high braid on his head.

Such a strong man, but he was empty-handed, and he did not hold any weapons.

Walking to Zhang Fan's side, the old man only glanced at it, and two rays of essence burst out of his pupils, and he stared at the Sun Knife on Zhang Fan's waist, his eyes full of disbelief.

"This is ......" The old man was so surprised that he almost said it, and he stopped his mouth sharply and looked left and right at the leather-clad woman and the muscular man.

The two of them were also shocked, and when they saw the old man looking over, they couldn't help but nod.

The old man's face was happy at this time, and it became more and more difficult to control himself, he took two steps to Zhang Fan's side, and his expressionless face was already as bright as a chrysanthemum.

He bent down to pick up the Sun Knife on Zhang Fan's waist, and as soon as he touched the scabbard, he heard a coquettish voice from the leather-clothed woman behind him:

"Watch the left!"

The old man turned his head to see that a ball of purple energy was flying towards him, and in an instant, it was in front of him.

The old man's pupils contracted violently, and with the action of bending down to take the knife, he rolled to the ground, narrowly avoiding this ball of energy.

"Who dares to plot against my old man?"

As soon as the old man stabilized himself, he began to curse, he looked up at the place where the energy ball was shot, and saw a middle-aged man with shoulder-length curly hair and a well-proportioned figure striding towards this side, and the high-energy polymerization cannon he was holding in his hand was unusually conspicuous.

"Old thing, you're hiding pretty fast."

The person who came was Luohan, who was originally with Shi Zihao, in the special operations team to observe and assess the combat results, and immediately rushed to Zhang Fan after learning the news, and then heard that Zhang Fan was attacked, he threw off the team, and rushed over on foot alone, and happened to bump into the old man who wanted to get something from Zhang Fan.

"Who are you?"

The old man stood up and cautiously looked at the Luohan who was getting closer and closer.

Luo Han didn't seem to pay attention to this group of people at all, walked to Zhang Fan's side by himself, looked down at Zhang Fan who was pretending to be dead, the corners of his mouth only hooked slightly, and then returned to a cold expression.

"My name is Luo Han, the head of the Saber Star Special Operations Regiment."

The old man grinned, put his hands behind his back, and said in a slow tone:

"Nobody, I haven't heard of it, what saber star, in which corner?"

Zhang Fan on the ground was a little funny in his heart, the instructor of the dragon's tooth was actually a nobody in the old man's mouth? That's a coiled dragon.

"It's okay if you haven't heard of it now, I just killed you today to make a name for yourself." Luo Han said lightly.

The old man was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then he laughed wildly, and after laughing, he asked aloud:

"Do you know I'm ......"

"An old man doesn't die."

As soon as Luo Han's words fell, the high-energy convergence cannon in his hand erupted a ball of fire, shooting at the old man with a sizzling electric light.

As soon as he raised the muzzle of the cannon, the old man had already reacted, and a stride flashed to the side.

Pity the few samurai behind him, who were unsuspectingly hit by the energy ball, and were directly blown to pieces.

As soon as the old man stood still, he took off the long whip on his back with his backhand, and shouted angrily at the same time:

"You young man, why don't you talk about martial arts at all, you have attacked my old man's house several times, come on, come on, see if you can take my lightning whip."

When Zhang Fan heard this, he immediately became interested, and squinted slightly at the two who were about to make a move.

I saw that the old man put on a posture, and what he was holding in his hand was a whip, and as for where the lightning was, it really couldn't be seen at all.

The arhat opposite him was still unmoved, just looked at the old man calmly.

"Look at the whip!"

The old man snorted softly, and with a wave of his right hand, the long whip made him tremble straight and swept towards the arhat like an iron rod.

Just this hand also made Zhang Fan, who was lying on the ground, admire.

Just when the long whip was about to sweep the Luohan, the Luohan still did not move, and the old man's raised hand fell quickly, and the straight long whip seemed to have a ripple, moving quickly towards the end of the whip.

"It's kind of interesting."

Luo Han snorted coldly, and as soon as he raised his hand, he threw the high-energy aggregation cannon out, and went straight to the ripple on the long whip.

In an instant, the long whip collided with the cannon body, and with a bang, the polymerization cannon was actually smashed by the whip, turning into a mass of debris flying in the air.

This whip is a good thing, Zhang Fan was amazed.

A smile appeared on the corner of the old man's mouth, but in the next second, he saw a hand pass through the crumb, followed by a grim face, and a sneer on this face.

Rohan's left hand had already grasped the whip, and he passed through the debris and grabbed the old man's neck with his right hand.

The old man was taken aback, subconsciously shrunk his neck, and hurriedly raised his left foot to give a high kick, although this kick was not enough to break Luohan's attack, but at least it could destroy his attack line.

Sure enough, Luo Han's right hand sank, gave up the intention of grabbing the old man's neck, and grabbed the knee of the old man's right leg kicked out.

As soon as Luo Han's hand was grasped, the old man let out a miserable scream.

Luohan's five fingers were as hard and powerful as steel, and with just a single effort, the old man's calcium-lost kneecap was crushed.

"Let go of my legs ......"

The old man screamed and threw away the whip in his hand, and went to pick at the hand that was holding his knee.

"Okay, I'll let go."

Luo Han said, and as he let go of his hand, he took a slight half-step forward, and a half-step fist smashed into the old man's knee.

I don't know how much strength Luo Han used in this punch, Zhang Fan only saw that this punch went down, and the old man's thigh bone pierced directly through the flesh behind his buttocks.

The bloody bones still carried some scraps of muscles and flesh, and Zhang Fan was disgusted to watch.

The old man didn't scream anymore this time, but rolled his eyes and went limp.

Zhang Fan really wanted to stand up and give Luo Han a thumbs up, but he still wanted to pretend for a while, although he knew that Luo Han should have seen that he was pretending to be dead.

It's just that Luohan's next move made Zhang Fan a little dumbfounded.

Luo Han took the old man's whip in his hand and looked at it, and as if he felt good, he put it away.

Then he walked up to the old man, and without looking at it, the big foot fell on the old man's head.

It's like stepping on a watermelon, and all kinds of human tissues fly everywhere in a spray.

Zhang Fan got up from the ground and wiped the filth on his face while retching.

"Damn, why are you so cruel and stepping on other people's heads?"

Maybe the Arhat wanted to establish his authority, but this method was too cruel, and the poor old man didn't even leave his name, so he became the soul of the Arhat's feet, and he couldn't even leave a whole corpse.