Song Zhe and Yinlong came here three years ago.

This is a vast country, and the area is calculated in galaxies. Civilization here is highly developed, and interstellar navigation is like going out on a bus.

However, when it comes to features, it is the mecha that stands out the most.

How much power you can exert when driving a mecha has a lot to do with the pilot's nerves and the synchronization rate of the mecha. The higher the synchronization rate, the greater the performance of the mecha.

Of course, not everyone can make it.

In addition to the excellent mecha synchronization rate, it must also be recognized by the mech.

And the god pilots are a special group of people, their mental strength is particularly developed, and their physical fitness is much stronger than that of ordinary people, which can meet the needs of high-intensity combat of machine gods.

Combined with the particularity of the machine god, it has created the highest force here.

Song Zhe's consolation did not allow Yinlong to win.

Silver Dragon's spiritual power is obviously very strong, at least stronger than most of the people here, but her synchronization rate with the mecha is outrageously low.

"No more playing!" The silver dragon retreated from the virtual world, throwing his helmet aside in some chagrin.

Song Zhe hasn't made a move for a long time, and there are too many restrictions on the combat in the virtual world, and some ideas can't be realized at all. Besides, since the bloodbath in the mecha world two years ago, Song Zhe has not found a decent opponent.

Therefore, when Yinlong went offline, he also went offline.

Taking a glass of juice from the maid's hand, the silver dragon drank it all.

This is a special fruit produced in the Gamma Star Domain, and the price of each cup is more than 100,000 federal coins, and there is no market.

However, Yinlong didn't feel anything about it, and Song Zhe didn't care very much.

Money is the most useless thing, so Song Zhe doesn't feel distressed about how much he spends.

"My lord, don't go to the martial arts hall today, okay?" The silver dragon pouted, and almost wrote that he was coming to "comfort me".

"How can this be, that Second Ancestor said that he would drive his mecha over today, you don't want to see what his mecha looks like? You know, it's a private mecha, not a mass product. Song Zhe was tempted.

Yinlong hesitated a little, to be honest, she really likes mechas, otherwise she wouldn't have been abused for two years, scolding angrily every time, but the next day she would still honestly go online and continue her duel.

They also have mechas, but in terms of quality, they are obviously not as good as that Second Ancestor.

Song Zhe's place is the capital of the Federation, where all powerful families and groups gather, and the backgrounds of some of them are even more terrifying.

Song Zhe relied on his ability to open a martial arts gym here, specializing in teaching fighting skills.

It took him three months to get a foothold here.

The entire capital star, all the martial arts masters were beaten by him.

Now, he's a federally recognized martial arts master.

Why not a grandmaster, because Song Zhe didn't go to the authoritative certification, and no divine mechanic would jump out to duel with him by himself. It's okay to win, but it's shameless to lose.

Every Divine Mechanic is a Martial Arts Master, which is one of the conditions for being recognized by the Mechanic.

Song Zhe has fame and strength, so there are countless people who want to study under him.

Song Zhe originally wanted to find a place close to the core of power, so his request was that he would only recruit thirty people, and the quota would be sold in the form of an auction for one year.

Seriously, this price is really pitfalling, but there are still many people who come here.

The second ancestor in their mouth is the son of the current consul of the Federation, the family is snobbish, and the father is in the red sun, so through contact with him, many secrets of the Federation have also quietly emerged, and at the same time, they can better contact the top level of the Federation through this second ancestor.

For example, they plan to get two Mekkai of their own.

The manufacturing technology of the machine god is listed as the top secret of the Federation, and it is very difficult to make the machine god, and the materials are also very scarce, and Song Zhe wants to achieve the goal, and it is not possible to do it in a year or two.

In this federation where the distance traveled is measured in light years, time is often the least valuable.

Technological breakthroughs have greatly extended the life span of human beings.

And for long distances, people mostly choose to spend a long time in the sleeping pod.

Wudang!

Two vigorous and powerful large-character plaques hung above Song Zhe's martial arts hall.

Every time Min Jun sees these two words, he always has a feeling of sword and sword.

When Song Zhe wrote these two words, he integrated the essence of martial arts into it over the years, and he didn't have a certain understanding, he didn't stand at a certain height, and he couldn't see it at all.

Obviously, Min Jun, the second ancestor, has a very high level of understanding, and his strength is not bad, but his personality is too domineering.

When he first entered the martial arts hall, when he saw Yinlong's beauty, this stupid child became a fool and flirted with Yinlong. The result was quite miserable, he was hung up by the silver dragon and smoked, and then stripped off his clothes and threw them outside.

Song Zhe thought that Min Jun would feel ashamed, and then mobilized the family forces to give them a little color.

The truth was not what he expected.

Min Jun came to the martial arts hall the next day, and this time there was no longer that kind of arrogance. Of course, it's just a matter of who is relative.

"Master, I'm here!" A loud shout came from outside the martial arts hall and traveled far away.

There were people coming and going in the surrounding shops, and when they heard the sound, the customers looked at the place in annoyance.

Minjun's hateful face poked out of the mech's hatch with a grin, and the others gritted their teeth and decided to put up with it.

Seriously, this second ancestor not only has a strong family background, but also his own strength is not weak, in the aristocratic circle, he has created a world of his own, and a large number of supporters have gathered around him.

Yinlong walked out of the martial arts hall with high spirits, looking at the triumphant Min Jun is not angry.

Looking at the frosty face of the silver dragon, Min Jun secretly said that it was not good, and just wanted to drive the mecha to escape, the silver dragon was stunned, and it had already appeared in front of Min Jun's eyes, and then Min Jun saw a fist infinitely enlarged in front of him.

Ping Pong is beaten fat.

Min Jun sat on the wide soles of the mecha with a swollen nose and swollen face, and said with a resentful face: "Master, how many times have you said it, don't slap your face, I still eat with this face!" ”

"Hehe, that's good, so you don't have to harm those ignorant girls." Yinlong was full of pride, venting his depression in the virtual world, and felt refreshed.

"This big guy is your mech? Well, it looks good, so I don't know if it's beating. By the way, you were secretly brought out of the house, right, will your father smoke you if he finds out? ”

The corners of Min Jun's mouth twitched, because of the wound, he gasped in pain.

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