When the fat man walked to the racecourse alone, the guards and staff along the way all looked at him with surprised eyes, and then looked away very considerately and put on a blind look.

It's just that this kind of thoughtfulness is obviously not very successful. There was a strange expression on everyone's face that seemed to be cramping, and the fat man was sure that in the place where he was gone, these guys who couldn't help but be jubilant in front of him would even beat gongs and drums and high-five each other.

The fat man who dared to beat people on their territory was cleaned up by Hastings, which is really happy.

The fat man made a stinky face, walked between An Lei and Margaret, who were biting their lips and looking at each other with a tense face, lying on the wooden fence of the white sè, and said hatefully: "Isn't it funny?" ”

With a pop, the two girls erupted into a burst of laughter like silver bells, and An Lei grabbed the fat man's arm and buried her face in his shoulder, trembling all over. Margaret, on the other hand, covered her mouth and upturned nose with one hand and her stomach with the other, and fell crookedly on top of the fat man.

An Arabian pony wandering around the fence, eager for more carrots, runs away in fright. Its slender hooves kicked up a cloud of dust on the ground, the mane on its neck fluttered, and its cocked tail was like a golden reed fluttering in the wind.

"Does it hurt?" An Lei carefully touched the bruises on the corners of the fat man's eyes with her hand, and her eyebrows were full of distressed and funny style.

"Is it Old Farry or Haig?" Margaret asked with a smile as she bumped the fat man on the shoulder.

"It hurts!" The fat man replied to An Lei with grinned teeth, and said angrily to Margaret with a look of grievance: "The two of them! ”

"Well deserved!" The ridicule of the two girls in unison sparked a string of laughter again. Dare to beat people at Hastings's house, this lawless fat man can stand here alive, it's already a miracle.

At this moment, suddenly an arrogant voice came from behind him.

"You are Tian Xingjian?"

The fat man with a wooden face, desperately trying to show that he was not as knowledgeable as a woman, was stunned, sighed, and turned around. I found that I don't know when, a tall and strong young man had already walked behind him, surrounded by several members of the third-generation Hastings family.

The young man had long thick brown hair and a black beard, a pair of blue eyes that were deeply sunken, and a large, broad nose that looked like a sturdy lion.

The puffing Carly, with a disdainful look on her face, stood behind the young man, like two children who had complained, glaring angrily at the fat man.

"Any advice?!" The fat man raised an eyebrow.

The young man looked gloomily at the fat man, and suddenly burst into laughter, and stretched out his hand: "I'm Lecht, I heard that you just beat Adolf?!" ”

The young man's hearty smile was like a touch of sunshine shining through the dark clouds to the earth, and it was impossible not to have a good impression of him.

The fat man reached out and shook him hard, and said with a smile: "I was also beaten." ”

"Old Farry and Haig's hands at the same time?" Lechte, apparently having heard the fat man's words, glanced at Margaret and asked pleasantly.

"Yes!" The fat man had a toothache on his face and said indignantly.

"Hahahaha!" Lecht laughed and gave the fat man a thumbs up: "You are the first one who can beat people up at Sals Manor." What's even more awesome is that you can actually get old Fari and Haig to do it at the same time! Originally, I wanted to compete with you, but now that kàn is here, I'd better admit defeat directly! ”

"Brother Lechte!" Carlyle screamed. This blonde-haired teenager is obviously still angry with the arrogance of the fat man, and originally thought that Lechter could frustrate the arrogance of the fat man, but who knows, Lechter actually directly admitted defeat. For a moment, the blonde boy's face turned red.

"Uh" Lecht secretly glanced at the fat man, and turned his head to the two mechs in the guards in the distance: "I heard that these mecha warriors under your command are all God of War level?" ”

"Sort of, the average hand speed is over sixty-eight movements." The fat man glanced at Carly and Carlyle, the two little ones' eyes widened and their mouths wide open, and the expressions of horror, excitement and envy on their faces could not be hidden.

Lecht secretly winked at the fat man, slurred twice, and said: "I also heard that this rampant mecha is the most advanced twelfth-generation mecha of the Feimeng, and many of the key technologies come from the bandit army."

The fat man waved his hand with a fake humility: "What Guande technology is, it's just some obsolete technology." ”

Eliminate? This time, not only Carly and Carlyle pouted, but even Lechte's were dumbfounded. This fat man is bragging, right?

You must know that for the sake of these twelve generations of mechas, the entire upper echelons of the Filipino Alliance are in a mess. Several major arms dealers worked hard to make wedding dresses for the bandit army in the end, but their skills were not as good as others, and no one cared about the twelfth-generation mecha launched by themselves, and some of the orders for face were only symbolically ordered a few.

This has become a laughing stock among all the mega-corporations.

It is reported that several major arms dealers have recently joined forces to open their respective military laboratories to jointly build a new 12th generation mecha and compete with the rampant bandits. You must know that if the twelfth generation mecha technology is monopolized by the bandits, I am afraid that it will not be long before these super arms dealers can only close their doors.

Krecht didn't expect that this fat man would actually say that the rampant technology is the elimination technology.

How does this make others live?

Lecht kàn drove rampant on the edge of the racecourse, itching unbearably.

This kind of mecha, just its appearance, made him intoxicated. This kind of industrial design capability is definitely the pinnacle of this era. And after hearing a lot of rumors about the rampant, kàn kàn the video of the bandit army fighting the adjudicator in Lei Fengxing, and being able to personally pilot this kind of mecha is his greatest wish.

It's not something you can buy with money. Without the nod of the bandits, not even the Phantom Legion could have done it!

"Do you want to kànkàn rampant real strength?" The fat man turned his head and took out the communicator as Wagstaff, who was slowly driving to guide the guards.

"Hmm!" It was Carly and Carlyle who screamed. After the boy and girl blurted out, they quickly realized their position, and their faces turned red.

"Okay." The fat man didn't go to kàn for the two little guys, thoughtfully avoiding their embarrassment. Nodding, he turned on the communicator and whispered a few words to Wagstaff.

The noisy mountain suddenly fell silent. The guards, who were learning dodge techniques, all stepped back. Sensing the abnormality over there, the members of the Hastings family, who were drinking tea and chatting, also craned their necks and stared intently at the hill where Wagstaff was.

Having taken the fat man's orders, Wagstaff was in no hurry to behave.

At the age of forty, he no longer has the competitiveness and vanity of young people, but this does not mean that he has lost his leakage. On the contrary, when he held the universal control stick tightly and clicked his fingers on the virtual keyboard, his every movement carried the calmness and domineering of the king.

He was originally a third-level mecha god of war in the Thousand Army Dao.

Before meeting the fat man, he thought that in his life, it would be impossible for him to touch the throne of the first-level mecha god of war. As he gets older, his physical strength and energy irretrievably go uphill, and it is already an extremely difficult luxury to be able to break through to the second-level mecha god of war.

However, at this time, Qian Jundao was lucky enough to join the bandit army. And he, after that, really touched the mecha control technique that was a thousand times more perfect than the core technique of their sect master's life, and more primordial. Since then, he has followed the fat man to fight in the north and south, and he has been honing his skills every day.

Looking back today, the standard of the god of war in the previous genre era is like the speed of a car thousands of years ago. Something, without even knowing it, will become history.

Qianjun Dao, in the name of sweeping thousands of armies, the technique is fierce and fast, and the attack is extremely fierce. At this moment, I will use my own skills to conquer all the people here!

In the most intuitive way, tell everyone the strength of the bandit army!

Turning his gaze to the fat man on the side of the racecourse's fence, Wagstaff flipped his left hand, and the universal control lever was like a living snake, with the subtle changes of his fingers and wrists, it quickly swam between the various gears of the mech, and the roar of the engine smoothly pushed to the apex.

Rumble! With a loud bang, an invisible shock wave appeared, with the whipping of the hair, clothes and grass on the ground of the surrounding people, and the black mecha sled out of the mountain like a missile, swept through the air, turned over in the air, and stomped on the ground fiercely.

As the rampage fell like a demon descending from the sky, two huge holes were suddenly trampled out of the ground by the huge steel mechanical feet.

When the dirt turf splashes up, it throws a rampage of punches.

With a punch, a twist suddenly appeared in the dusty air, and countless dust and dirt swirled in the sudden wind, and exploded suddenly.

Two punches, three punches, countless fists burst out of the air, making people not clear at all, only to hear countless sound explosions with the high-speed explosion of the mecha, and the surrounding dirt and grass clippings were blown up again and again before they hit the ground. Flying wildly around the mech.

The sound of sonic booms, screeching, the movement of machinery, the sound of engines, intertwined, like a rolling thunder that never stops, flying over the hillside. Everywhere they passed, the wind was gone.

After the piān carving, the mecha suddenly changed and added the leg method.

The two long whip-like iron legs alternated back and forth in the air, and only a constantly rotating phantom could be seen. The wind was torn apart, the dust was torn apart, the leaves that flew in the shaking were torn apart, and even the sunlight seemed to be torn apart.

The whole farm, a piān dead silence.

Lecht's breathing unconsciously accelerated with the movement of the rampaging mech.

Beside him, young but mecha-obsessed Carly and Carlyle were flushed, their eyes glowing, and the tip of their nose and forehead covered in fine beads of sweat.

On the hillside on the other side, many members of the Hastings family had already stood up, their eyes glazed over the mecha in the sun, and their hearts shook for a moment in the terrifying whistling.

Landing sideways, turning around, the mecha body is like a football that has been vigorously volleyed, spinning wildly in the air, bending an arc, from the left side of the hill, the volley swept halfway up the mountain, and fell to the right side of the slope.

"Spin fast!" Lecht was shocked to the fat man.

This is a theoretical action in the mecha control specification, and it is theoretically feasible like a small disk spin, but no one can do it in reality.

The advanced technique of fist and foot attack before this rampaging mecha, he knew the horror, but he didn't know the name, but this action, he couldn't be more familiar with. You know, theoretically, this is a ninth-level action that requires more than 80 movements per second to complete!

With a loud cry from Lechte, the entire racecourse suddenly erupted in an exclamation.

All couldn't believe their eyes. This legendary action was able to appear in front of his eyes. And so smooth, so easy.

Before this exclamation could land, he saw his left foot on the ground a little, and with the lightning speed of his advance, his body suddenly pulled out an arc, flew forward less than twenty meters, and then slammed back like a boomerang.

While smashing a large tree into flying sawdust, one phantom after another swung out of the mecha like a ghost.

One, two, three, a whole nine apparitions, flickering east and west on the hillside.

Under the warm winter weather, everyone present suddenly felt a bone-chilling chill. No one has the confidence to stand in front of this devil without being crushed. The guards present didn't even dare to imagine what it would be like when this black mecha rushed into their mecha group.

Lecht swallowed hard. Spat at the foam and asked, "How many such mecha warriors are there in the bandit army?" ”

Carly and Carlyle pricked up their ears almost at the same time.

"Wagstaff, one of the top gods of war in the bandit army." It was Margaret who answered Lechte, "There are about a hundred bandits like this super-level mecha god of war." ”

"A hundred?!" Lecht felt that he could not keep his composure at all. Carly and Carlyle on the side were even more dumbfounded, their eyes straight.

"But," Margaret smiled faintly, "there are about three thousand bandits who can perform movements such as rapid spinning and small disc slaloms—"

With the wonderful expressions on the faces of her playmates who grew up together, Margaret glanced at Carly and Carlyle, who had more dull expressions, and then kàn at the members of the Hastings family, and Adolphus, who was standing in the distance with straight eyes, and felt that it was not something that a lady should do to talk half of her words.

"If there is another year, there will be more than 20,000 bandit soldiers of this level!" Met with Lechte's incredulous eyes, she smiled and held up three fingers.

"Three divisions!"

Lecht shook his head and quickly set his gaze on the fat man. He decided that Margaret, who had always loved to deceive, must be lying to himself this time.

Turning his head, the fat man with a blue nose and swollen face smiled reservedly, seemingly modest.