An independent mecha master like Qiao Jing actually doesn't have too much prejudice against cultivators, he sees that Chen Gong is reasonable, honest, and has high skills, so he has a little bit of a friendship, and said with a smile: "Brother Chen is polite, please!"

The three of them flew into the air at an altitude of 10,000 meters, above the white clouds and under the blue sky.

Chen Gong and Qiao Jing stood opposite each other, while Zheng Yuquan watched the battle not far away, and by the way, he also paid attention to the movements around him.

Qiao Jing's cyan mecha shape has a harmonious beauty, it doesn't look like a combat tool, but more like a super sci-fi work of art, and the cyan shell emits a pleasing luster.

Chen Gong looked a little weird, although he flew like a fairy, but he was wearing casual clothes, short hair, and his appearance was decent, but his face was clearly lined, his eyes were shining, and he looked a little resolute and capable from a distance.

Qiao Jing smiled slightly, the lightsaber that he himself named Qinglong pointed at Chen Gong, and the cyan energy beam on it was indescribably arrogant and arrogant.

Chen Gong held the sword in one hand, smiled slightly, and said, "Brother Qiao, please!"

"Brother Chen, please!"

The atmosphere in the air suddenly froze, and the aura of slaughter enveloped the entire heaven and earth.

A cold air hit, Zheng Yuquan's heart trembled slightly, and he said secretly: "These two brothers are extremely powerful, and I don't know when I can reach such a state." ”

Thinking of this, Zheng Yuquan unconsciously touched the blue crystal in his arms, and his eyes couldn't help but cast on Chen Gong, revealing gratitude that could not be described in words.

Unlike mechs, who have always attached importance to hand-to-hand combat, there are generally two ways for cultivators to fight, one is to fight magic weapons, which tests the cultivator's control ability, and the other is to fight strongly, relying on mana and magic weapons for close combat.

In the past, Chen Gong basically focused on the first way, which is also the way that most cultivators will take, after all, the second way requires the use of martial arts, which will affect the progress of cultivation.

But since suffering a small loss at the hands of Zhu Zhengye, Chen Gong also attached great importance to martial arts, and after getting Hong Qigong's martial arts experience, he made a lot of hard work.

Qiao Jing is an independent mecha division, and the equipment of the mecha naturally cannot be compared with the mecha that caused a big force, and the basic way of fighting is mostly hand-to-hand combat with a lightsaber, which is also the combat method that most mecha divisions will take.

Qiao Jing knew that Chen Gong's strength was strong, and he was not humble, so he shouted, and the mecha ran quickly in the air, although his feet were volleying, it was like stepping on the ground, and with the change of footwork, the body of the cyan mecha also became illusory.

And the green dragon lightsaber in his hand turned into a green light and stabbed straight forward.

Chen Gong's face was calm, his hand shook, and sword flowers suddenly appeared in the air, and people rushed forward like arrows from the string as they moved with the sword.

Qiao Jing felt the domineering power on the silver sharp sword, and he also shook the silver sharp sword head-on, and with a twist of his wrist, the green dragon light sword shook in the void and slashed at the tip of the silver sharp sword at an unexpected angle.

There was a loud bang.

The body of the silver sharp sword trembled slightly, and the attack was blocked, and when it was about to return to the sword and attack again, the mecha that controlled the Qinglong lightsaber had already taken advantage of the rebound power of the sword and flew backwards.

With just one blow, Chen Gong had already determined that he had an absolute advantage in strength, and as soon as his heart moved, he put away part of his true yuan power.

In the blow just now, Chen Gongquan attacked with strength, and Qiao Jing used a bit of skill, and the two sides were tied.

It's just that after Chen Gong couldn't hit it, the silver sharp sword body suddenly fluctuated like water, and the blade of the sword was erratic, flashing in the sun, dazzling to see.

Rigidity and softness!

Chen Gong finally began to display the martial arts he had comprehended.

Qiao Jing's eyes flashed with surprise, he had heard that cultivators valued magic weapons and light skills, originally thought that Chen Gong should be the same, but he didn't want the opponent in front of him to have terrifying fighting skills in addition to strong strength, and the ease and ease in his eyes were gradually replaced by solemnity.

Chen Gong made a move, and the sword was like the wind, but the wind was full of sharp energy.

Qiao Jing couldn't see anything else, only saw a little silver light floating in the void, full of weirdness, and the surroundings were like night under that light.

Under the mask, sweat oozed from Qiao Jing's forehead, and when the fighting skills he was proud of couldn't be cheap, he couldn't think of any means to defuse Chen Gong's attack.

In desperation, Qiao Jing had no choice but to fight hard, raised the green dragon light saber in his hand, and the energy was concentrated on the sword body, the green dragon light saber was shining, like a real dragon showing its might, and it was hard to block Chen Gong's sword momentum.

The silver sharp sword slashed down with all its might, concentrated in the middle of the sword body of the lightsaber, the lightssaber passively attacked, and the strength was obviously insufficient, and when the two swords touched one place, the phantoms in the void all disappeared, and the two swords collided together without any fancy fancy.

The two swords parted with a single touch, and Qiao Jing's mecha was forced to retreat quickly by the huge force coming from the Qinglong lightsaber.

Chen Gong held his sword and wanted to continue to pursue, but Qiao Jing took advantage of the situation and retreated neatly, after all, he was half a little slower, and he could only watch the other party escape.

"Happy, happy! Brother Chen is really a good skill!" Qiao Jing's cyan mecha stood far in the air, not annoyed but happy, and his eyes flashed with extremely excited light.

Combat skills, except for those geniuses who can be built behind closed doors, most of them can only be accumulated and improved with the help of the inheritance and actual combat experience of their predecessors.

A mecha master like Qiao Jing, whether he is cultivating, researching, or fighting, is all to improve his combat strength, and being able to fight against an opponent like Chen Gong is an excellent opportunity for him to improve and temper himself.

Chen Gong is not only strong in mana, but also in martial arts, it can be said that Qiao Jing dreams of practicing opponents, of course, if there is no Zheng Yuquan as an intermediary, he will never easily fight Chen Gong like this.

After all, the relationship between the mecha master and the cultivator is not harmonious, and it is not impossible to kill the opponent if he succeeds in killing.

"Brother Qiao is also a good skill!" Chen Gong complimented, and he was also happy to find such a good opponent in his heart.

Qiao Jing's mecha eyes flickered, and the lightsaber in his hand was thrown into the air, and it was like a flying sword, attacking Chen Gong from the air.

This flying sword against the enemy is the ability of the cultivator, Chen Gong naturally will not show weakness, and also threw the silver sharp sword in his hand into the air, the flying sword is like a silver dragon out of the sea, shining under the blue sky, the surrounding air flow revolves around the sword body, making a whining sound, like a tiger roaring dragon.

The green dragon and silver dragon collided in mid-air, swinging their tails and fighting each other, causing the surrounding energy to be turbulent, sweeping away the white clouds without a trace.

Although the Qinglong lightsaber controlled by Qiao Jing has high technology supplemented by mental power control, it seems to be extremely violent, but it is inevitable that it is not flexible enough between actions, slashing and killing, and the moves are all fierce ways.

Chen Gong was inspired by the martial arts recorded in the jade pupil of Hong Qigong, and also had the understanding of yin and yang during the double cultivation, the silver sharp sword was like water, the combination of rigidity and softness, and Chen Gong's heart and mind were one, making it like flowing water.

After a long time, the sweat on Qiao Jing's forehead dripped down one by one, and he looked very struggling.

Chen Gong's moves were superior, and he had reined in part of his true yuan power, completely trying Qiao Jing's moves, although the competition time was long, he was still full of stamina, and he didn't even use the massive inventory in the Nine Turns Golden Pill, which seemed to be very easy and freehand.

Zheng Yuquan, who was next to him, watched the two masters fight, and was fascinated, and admired Chen Gong for being able to make the flying sword envoy so superb.

Although Qiao Jing's sword manipulation technique in the air is powerful, it consumes extremely mental power, seeing that this move can not help Chen Gong, he retracts his sword and returns his hand, and the mecha pounces forward, and the sword and armor are one, and he attacks directly towards Chen Gong.

Chen Gong smiled slightly, and also recalled the silver sharp sword, stabbed forward, and swayed his wrist lightly, the tip of the sword kept moving, and it actually conjured up countless small circles.

As soon as the circle appeared, the surrounding air and light rushed in as if they had encountered a black hole.

Qiao Jing's face changed drastically, because he could no longer see the dazzling silver light, nor could he see Chen Gong, all that caught his eye was a huge void black hole.

Qiao Jing smiled bitterly in his heart, and secretly sighed that the cultivator's methods were inexplicable, and if he killed him directly, he was afraid that he would be caught in the net.

In desperation, Qiao Jing swung his sword and flashed a sword shadow in front of him, and the whole person quickly retreated like a tide.

Chen Gong saw that Qiao Jing's momentum had been discharged, his hand shook, and the silver sharp sword was like a white line, coming out of his hand, and a sword slashed at Qiao Jing's sword shadow.

"Boom!"

As soon as the sword shadow broke, Qiao Jingru's face turned pale as if he had been hit hard.

Chen Gong wanted to continue the pursuit, but Qiao Jing shouted, "Stop!"

Chen Gong had no choice but to put away his sword and return his hand, the kind that finally forced Qiao Jing back just now, he had already realized the taste of Tai Chi Liangyi, and the black hole just now was realized by Chen Gong according to the separation and combination of Yin and Yang.

"Brother Chen is so capable, I'm ashamed of myself!" Qiao Jing calmly put away his mecha and hugged his fists to Chen Gongdao.

In scientific research experiments, failure is the most frequent thing, and it is also the eternal theme, which is why some people say that failure is the mother of success. As a scientific researcher, in addition to having relevant professional knowledge, you must also have a heart to face failure calmly and the spirit of not being afraid of failure.

Qiao Jing's calmness made Chen Gong appreciate it very much.

"Thank you Brother Qiao for your success, and the little brother will have a breakthrough!" Chen Gong said gratefully.

"Each other, each other, I have benefited a lot from being able to fight with Brother Chen, but Brother Chen is too much better than me, and if I continue to fight, I am afraid that I will not be able to hang on this face. Qiao Jing smiled.

"After this battle, what do you think Brother Chen can have a chance of winning a battle with Na Ding Xuehai?" Zheng Yuquan asked, this was the question he was most concerned about.

"It's been more than ten years since I had that fight with Ding Xuehai, and I don't know what level of his strength has reached now, but with Brother Chen's strength, there should be a fifty percent chance of winning. Qiao Jing thought for a moment and replied.

The fifty percent chance of winning was already very good in Zheng Yuquan's eyes, but he didn't have any confidence at the beginning, so Wen Yan finally had a hint of joy on his face.

Chen Gong smiled silently, neither modestly admitted, nor arrogantly said that he would definitely be able to defeat Ding Xuehai, but that leisurely and calm look still revealed his strong self-confidence in his heart.