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Fang Mingwei's spiritual consciousness spread out from afar, taking in the actions of the three people. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The three of them walked around this place where monsters were rampant, shooting at will, no matter what kind of monsters they encountered, they would only be dead.

Wang Ziqiang's mecha strode through a canyon, where the monsters were undoubtedly the largest of the three, and the number of monsters he killed was also the largest of the three. But when he walked, he didn't have half a murderous aura. If it weren't for this treacherous place, it would really be like an ordinary human being.

It's just that all the monsters who were deceived by his appearance lost their lives one by one. His hands flew up, constantly changing all kinds of most suitable cold weapons, dealing a fatal blow to all the monsters that came close.

In his hands, the use of these cold weapons seemed to have come to life, and even reached the extreme level.

In the other direction of the Trials Ground is a flat meadow that is home to many giant monsters, each of which is more than ten meters in size.

Therefore, the monsters encountered by the Yang Ming Borer who came here were the most powerful and powerful.

However, the first master of the Newman Empire was obviously very fond of such a monster, and he stretched out his hands and transformed into two huge flame knives.

Yang Ming Moth's mecha obviously inherited his usual special style, and the same bright red mecha was a little hot even if it was a changed weapon.

These two flame knives are extremely powerful, and Yang Ming Moth's shot is even more domineering, and every time it strikes, it will definitely cut a ten-meter-high monster in two. His shots are clean and clean, and he never drags mud and water.

A moment later, there were countless monster corpses left around him, but the corpses of these monsters did not shed much blood, because the wounds on their bodies had been burned by the flame knives, and they had become charred as charcoal.

Perhaps it was the death of a large number of companions that brought extreme fear, and the remaining monsters suddenly let out a cry and scattered into birds and beasts.

Yang Ming Moth's double knives swung behind his back and walked forward majestically, although his mecha was only half the size of these monsters, but the momentum of looking at the world made all the monsters flee from the wind.

If Wang Ziqiang is hidden but not revealed, and Yang Ming Moth is monstrous, then Mr. Yan's performance is dark and weird.

The direction he was heading was a dense forest, and most of the monsters that lived in the dense forest were known for their sharpness and cunning.

But compared to this grim-looking old man, those monsters are as cute as kindergarten children.

I don't know what kind of tricks Mr. Yan used, once the five-meter-tall mecha entered the dense forest, it suddenly disappeared without a trace as if it had disappeared into the darkness.

If it weren't for Fang Mingwei's particularly keen spiritual sense, and he followed him all the way, then he might not have been able to sense Mr. Yan Xian's existence.

Mr. Yan, who was hidden in the darkness, seemed to be a mass of darkness himself, and he was silent when he walked, without even the slightest breath of life.

It's just that his movements are extremely dexterous, and he makes the most of his surroundings.

Once he gets close to the target, he immediately stretches out his hand and turns the transformable substance on his arm into a thin and long soft sword, which stabs the target fiercely and viciously.

His movements are not fast, and every shot seems to have been carefully thought out and rehearsed thousands of times.

However, every time he made a move, one or even a group of monsters died quietly, and the monsters that killed them didn't even know how they died.

After seeing Mr. Yan's performance, the chill in Fang Mingwei's heart rose, and he had already made up his mind, he would rather fight against Yang Ming Moth in this life than provoke this cold man.

If he defends against Yang Ming Moth, with all kinds of forbidden weapons on his body, he will still not be at a disadvantage. But if Mr. Yan is worried, then God knows when and where the deadly sword will come at him.

The three of them went to three different places to show the power of their mecha in front of Fang Mingwei's eyes in three very different ways.

However, it is obvious that in such an environment, the three of them will not be able to exert the true power of these mechas.

Yang Ming borer walked for a long time, and suddenly found depressed that there was no longer half a monster in the surrounding miles. The guys were either cut in half by him, or they just ran away, as far as they could.

He looked around boredly, and suddenly shouted, the sound came out from afar, even Fang Mingwei felt a little moved.

He gasped and thought of the last five-eyed snake to appear in the Snake Canyon. If it is based on momentum alone, I am afraid that the Yang Ming borer is not necessarily inferior to it.

After Yang Ming Moth shouted, he immediately returned to the original way. And Wang Ziqiang and Mr. Yan returned together with a tacit understanding.

In just a moment, the three of them had already returned to Fang Mingwei's side.

The three of them took off the mecha on their bodies, Wang Ziqiang first looked at Fang Mingwei approvingly, and said, "Mingwei, your spiritual strength is really amazing, I have tried my best to restrain my breath, but I still can't get rid of your tracking." ”

Yang Ming Moth laughed and said: "The seventeenth-level spiritual power, of course, is amazing, I don't think anyone can hide it from him except for Lao Yan." ”

Mr. Yan shook his head slightly and said, "I, no." ”

Yang Ming Moth and Wang Ziqiang's faces showed surprise at the same time.

"Lao Yan, what did you say? Can't even you escape his mind tracking? ”

Mr. Yan nodded expressionlessly.

Wang Ziqiang smiled bitterly and said, "Lao Yan, you didn't mean to hide it, but I remember that even the Benfica teacher said that once you hide it with all your might, even his old man may not be able to detect your breath." ”

Mr. Yan was silent for a moment, and finally said: "The strength of his spiritual power, he is not as good as Benfica teacher, but Benfica teacher's mental acuity is not as good as Fang Mingwei." ”

Wang Ziqiang and Yang Ming Moth looked at Fang Mingwei at the same time, as if they were not looking at a person, but at some kind of rare treasure, which was terrifying.

"Teacher, Master Yang, what's wrong with you?" Fang Mingwei frowned and asked.

Wang Ziqiang sighed and said, "It's nothing, it's just that your progress is too fast, I think in another hundred years, even our old immortals will be compared to you." ”

Yang Ming Moth shook his head and said, "I'm afraid it won't take a hundred years." ”

Wang Ziqiang opened his mouth to speak, but thinking of Fang Mingwei's strength at the moment, he immediately closed his mouth obediently. It's just that as an apprentice, he surpassed the teacher so easily, and when his heart was full of pride, he also had some different feelings.

Fang Mingwei's gaze turned around on the faces of the three of them, obviously realizing what they were thinking, and he couldn't help but smile awkwardly, and changed the topic: "Teacher, the mecha you obtained is really extremely powerful, but your opponent is too weak, and it seems that you can't show the biggest surname of the mecha." ”

Wang Ziqiang nodded and said, "That's right, the most powerful power of these mecha really can't be shown here. ”

Fang Mingwei's eyes suddenly lit up and asked, "Teacher, if they are compared to the previous mechas, what are the benefits of them?" ”

"The deformation of weapons and the reserve of energy have been drastically improved." Wang Ziqiang thought for a moment and said: "Of course, the biggest benefit is that the pressure on the human body has also been significantly reduced. ”

Fang Mingwei's heart moved, and the pressure on the human body was also reduced, didn't this have a certain internal armor function.

"Teacher, if it is a spiritual master who controls this kind of mecha, then can it withstand the pressure on the human body under the extreme speed?"

Wang Ziqiang was stunned, he really didn't consider this problem. After a moment, he said, "No, at least not at this level of mecha." ”

Fang Mingwei nodded and asked, "What about the most advanced mecha?" ”

Wang Ziqiang and the three of them glanced at each other, and they had a trace of suspicion about Fang Mingwei's relentless pursuit.

Yang Ming Moth suddenly said: "Master Fang, if I'm not mistaken, it seems that you once controlled a top-level mecha to enter the highest extreme speed, as a master of the spirit department, how did you resist that huge pressure?" ”

Fang Mingwei laughed, it seemed that he was too anxious. But now that we've come to this point, it's useless to hide it. You know, the three of them are not stupid, and they will definitely be able to figure out the key.

Reaching out, he took out the inner armor ball. pinched it, and immediately put on the inner armor, and said: "Master Yang, the name of this mecha is called the inner armor, although its function cannot be compared with the mecha on your body, but its biggest role is that it can resist the pressure and damage of the top mecha to the controller in high-speed action." ”

Wang Ziqiang's eyes suddenly showed a sudden look, it turned out that he relied on this treasure to easily control the top mecha.

Yang Ming Moth nodded and sighed: "I have long heard that there is a special device in the tenth level of civilization that can allow spiritual masters to control top-level mechas, but it turns out to be this kind of thing." ”

Fang Mingwei smiled slightly and said, "Master Yang, Mr. Yan, please keep it secret." He didn't say it to Wang Ziqiang, so he naturally believed that the teacher would not preach it everywhere.

Yang Ming Moth and Mr. Yan made a promise at the same time, and once they agreed to it with their status, there was naturally no room for remorse.

(To be continued)