Wang Xuan was indeed shocked. He knew that Lao Chen was powerful, but he never thought that he was so amazingly strong that he would blow up the mecha with his flesh and blood!
? On that day, the scene of Lao Chen patting the steel plate in the abandoned machinery factory came to his mind. At that time, he wondered whether Lao Chen was so cunning and did something wrong in advance? It now appears that this old colleague was seriously underestimated.
Wang Xuan was very excited because he saw a real new world. This is not a legend or a record in the scriptures, but someone really did it.
Obviously, this greatly stimulated his inner ambition. He has been imagining whether one day his physical strength is strong enough to fight against the crystallization of technological civilization.
In order to cover up his gaffe, he couldn't help but say, "It's a pity that Lao Chen doesn't dig mines with his hands."
"What are you talking about?" Wu Yinmei looked sideways, and when she looked at him, she showed doubts.
"I mean, a real man has to disassemble the mech with his bare hands!" Wang Xuan said loudly. In fact, this is a short-to-medium-term goal he set for himself.
The people nearby came to their senses, and Lao Chen's methods had indeed calmed down many people, especially those from the genetic warfare and new arts camps, who were extremely vigilant.
Some people also looked at Wang Xuan, how many people can dismantle the mecha with bare hands? Are the juniors practicing old skills mocking them, trying to deny most men?
"Old Chen, no matter how you say it, you are a senior, you are too ruthless?!" Someone said in a cold voice.
A silver-gray mech with a height of 4.5 meters, the cold metallic luster is beautiful, and the lines are smooth. Someone is driving it and striding forward.
"Is this the first time you know me?" Old Chen said calmly. Under the silver-white mask, he was very cold, like a sharp sword out of its sheath, showing its sharpness, and said: "He has murderous intentions for me, and he has a murderous weapon." Most of the people who pointed at me died, and he was considered lucky to be able to stay alive for the first half of the year."
Many people are silent. Anyone who knows Lao Chen knows that this is his style.
So in the end, Lao Chen had fewer enemies. One was that almost all of them were killed by him, and the other was that he was afraid of him and dared not easily mess with him.
"It's been so many years, I'll try you today!" A middle-aged man's voice came from the silver-gray mecha, and the whole mecha was glowing.
Old Chen said: "It's understandable for a defeated general in the old art field to turn to another camp, but it's a bit too much to hate the old art. Your current mecha has been specially modified, densely packed, and there are energy weapon outlets everywhere. , are you sure this is a competition with me, not a hot war?"
Indeed, the silver-gray mecha glows. From the fuselage to the arms to the head and other parts, there are weapon ports everywhere, all of which can output energy beams.
Old Chen said again: "I warn you, if you can't hit me in a short time, then I will drive the battleship to bombard you. If it is necessary to fight fiercely, why do you need to control this kind of scrap copper and rotten iron, and just launch the battleship directly?" Already!"
At this time, a medium-sized warship from the relevant departments of the old soil cast a beam of light on the silver-gray mech. This was a stern warning that he had been locked, and if he dared to act recklessly, he would be smashed to pieces.
"Okay, I'll change to the latest mecha, and I'll fight you later." The silver-gray mecha backed up, then turned around and strode away.
Wang Xuan's heart skipped a beat. In this case, if the other party doesn't follow the rules, can Lao Chen avoid it? This is much more dangerous than the two thermal weapon ambushes that Wang Xuan encountered. Now the distance is very close, and the weapons on the mecha are more powerful.
He looked at Aoki and whispered his concern.
Aoki whispered: "My master's spiritual energy has already undergone qualitative changes many times, forming his own spiritual field, which can be felt in advance, and can avoid mecha weapons in a short time."
Wang Xuan was surprised. He felt that he had to pay attention to what Lao Chen said in the future, because some things were very reliable.
Last time, Old Chen himself said that he was beaten alive overnight by a ghost monk in the spiritual realm!
At that time, Wang Xuan didn't care about it. It turned out that there really was a so-called spiritual realm, and Lao Chen was in a mess.
Seeing that Wang Xuan was puzzled, Aoki explained: "The so-called qualitative change of the mind means that the super-sensory state has been triggered many times, which eventually led to spiritual transformation and the birth of the spiritual realm."
He sighed: "It's a pity that the pre-Qin alchemists passed away, and the ancestors also died. In this era, no one can guide my master into the inner scene, otherwise his strength will be far beyond the current level."
Wu Yin nodded and said: "My father said that if it was the most glorious era of ancient art, Mr. Chen might become a powerful person!"
Aoki felt sorry for his master. The four masters of the old art had a higher evaluation of Lao Chen, saying that he was in ancient times.??At the last time, he can also establish a school, and if he is better, he may become a Bodhisattva-level master in the field of old arts.
Wang Xuan finally understood why Lao Chen gave up his face and wanted to dig out the Ascension-level Immortal Technique from him. This is not reconciled!
Old Chen's spirit must be very high, but this era is indeed not suitable for old techniques. Even though Lao Chen has triggered the super sensory state many times over the past few decades, no one can lead him into the inner scene.
Just for a moment, Wang Xuan felt that Lao Chen was not so unscrupulous anymore. Maybe the old Chen, who is like a knife out of the scabbard, is the real himself.
"Old Chen, you are really the same as in the past, your temper has not changed at all." An old man in Tang suit stepped off the spaceship, very imposing.
He continued to speak, saying: "But the times have changed, and the old art has finally declined and is about to withdraw from the stage of history. You know very well what the new art is, and it has built a bridge to the extraordinary in this era."
Obviously, the identity of the old man in Tang suit is not simple. Directly pointing out the origin of the new technique can communicate supernatural power.
The entire land is gray-brown. This season, Congling has bad weather and has already turned into frozen soil.
Old Chen paced back and forth without any emotional fluctuations. Behind the cold silver mask, his heart seemed extremely indifferent, and said: "I have never rejected other paths, I have always advocated inclusiveness, technology is so brilliant, who is it? Would you like to go back to the primitive age of drinking blood? The new technique, as you said, can pass through the gods and reach the other side of the extraordinary. Who would give up? I have always held an attitude of tolerance and learning, that is, my disciples have reached the end of the old technique and have no potential But, I¡¯ve been suggesting that he research new techniques to break the situation. But some of you, why do you insist on killing the old techniques with a single stick, pressing them down completely, and never giving you a chance to turn around?¡±
Wang Xuan was silent and listened carefully.
Wu Yin was beside him, analyzing from her perspective, and whispered: "There is a dispute of ideas, and some interests are also involved. I heard that recently, a master-level figure in the field of new arts visited the relevant departments of the old earth and said Willing to be stationed in the expedition organization to assist in handling various affairs. This is still a place where Mr. Chen is in charge. One can imagine the complicated relationship behind it, and the interests involved in all aspects are really big. As for the status of other old art organizations and institutions, now It's even harder to say."
Wang Xuan was surprised, there were many things he didn't know.
"My interpretation may be wrong, and it may be different from the truth, just listen to it." Wu Yin smiled.
"The wind and rain are precarious." Wang Xuan whispered.
Wu Yin nodded, and said: "Mr. Chen's expedition organization is really great, whether it is the Lixian Cave Mansion, the flesh and blood of the female alchemist left over three thousand years ago that can continue the life of modern people, or other more important It is found thatexpedition organizations can participate in the first time."
Wang Xuan nodded, Wu Yin's analysis was very orderly.
Obviously, this pool of water is very deep, more complicated than what Wu Yin said, and there are deeper reasons, but a group of old men did not share it.
Just like Lao Chen, although he was full of anger, he didn't reveal it, but put on a big hat coldly.
"In the era of the philosophers, a hundred schools of thought contended, brilliance and splendor, and stars twinkled. Later, a hundred schools of thought were abolished and only Confucianism was respected. In this era, do you still want to follow the example of the ancients?!" Lao Chen asked.
"Old Chen, where did you go? This metaphor is not appropriate. We are just discussing and competing, and we don't mean to kill them all." The old man in Tang suit said.
"Kill them all? You guys are really confident and dare to say it!" Old Chen sneered.