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Chapter 51? Ideas and Interests

Wang Xuan was indeed shocked. He knew that Lao Chen was powerful, but he never expected that he was so powerful that he could blow up the mecha with his flesh and blood body!

That day, the scene of Lao Chen tapping steel plates in an abandoned machinery factory came to mind. At that time, he had wondered whether Lao Chen was so cunning and had done something in advance. Now it seems that he seriously underestimated this old colleague.

Wang Xuan was very excited because he saw a real new world. This was not a legend or a record in the scriptures, but someone actually did it.

Obviously, this greatly inspired his inner ambition. He had always imagined that if one day his physical strength was strong enough, he would be able to fight against the crystallization of technological civilization.

In order to cover up his gaffe, he couldn't help but say: "It would be a pity not to mine with Old Chen's hands."

"What did you say?" Wu Yinmei looked sideways, looking at him with a look of confusion.

"I mean, a real man has to dismantle a mecha with his bare hands!" Wang Xuan said loudly. In fact, this was a short- and medium-term goal he set for himself.

The people nearby came to their senses and realized that Lao Chen's method had indeed suppressed many people, especially those from the Genetic Combat Body and New Technique Camps, who were extremely vigilant.

Some people also looked at Wang Xuan, how many people can dismantle mechas with bare hands? Are the juniors who practice old skills mocking them, trying to deny the vast majority of men?

"Old Chen, you are still a senior expert after all, are you too cruel?!" someone said coldly.

A silver-gray mecha with a height of four and a half meters, a cold metallic luster with a sense of beauty, and smooth lines, was striding forward while someone was driving it.

"Is this the first time you have met me?" Lao Chen said calmly. Under the silver mask, he was very cold, like an unsheathed sword, with its sharp edge revealed.

Most of my people are dead, so he is lucky to be able to survive and lie down for half a year."

Many people are silent, but those who know Lao Chen know that this is his style.

So later on, Lao Chen had fewer enemies. Firstly, he killed almost all of them, and secondly, they were afraid of him and did not dare to mess with him easily.

"After many years of separation, I'm going to give you a try today!" A middle-aged man's voice came from the silver-gray mecha, and at this time the entire mecha was glowing.

Lao Chen said: "It is understandable that you would turn to another camp after being defeated in the old art field, but hating the old art so much is a bit too much. Your current mecha has been specially modified and is densely packed with energy weapon outlets everywhere.

, are you sure this is a competition with me, not a hot war?"

Indeed, the silver-gray mecha glows, and from the fuselage to the arms to the head, there are densely packed energy output ports everywhere.

Lao Chen said again: "I'm warning you, if you can't hit me in a short period of time, I will use the battleship to bombard you. If it has to be a hot-arms duel, why do you need to control this kind of scrap metal? Just bombard it with the battleship.

Got it!"

At this time, the medium-sized battleship of the relevant department of the old land cast a beam of light and landed on the silver-gray mecha. This was a stern warning that he had been locked and if he dared to move rashly, he would be blown to pieces.

"Okay, I'll change to the latest mecha and fight you later." The silver-gray mecha backed up, then turned around and strode away.

Wang Xuan's heart skipped a beat. If the other party didn't follow the rules in this situation, could Lao Chen avoid it? This was much more dangerous than the two hot weapon ambushes that Wang Xuan encountered. Now the distance was very close, and the weapons on the mecha

More powerful.

He looked at Aoki and whispered worried.

Aoki whispered: "My master's spiritual energy has already qualitatively changed many times, forming his own spiritual field. He can feel it in advance and can avoid mecha weapons in a short time."

Wang Xuan was surprised. He felt that he should pay attention to what Lao Chen said in the future. Some things were very reliable.

Last time, Lao Chen himself said that he was beaten alive by a ghost monk in the spiritual realm for a whole night!

At that time, Wang Xuan didn't care. It turned out that there really was a so-called spiritual realm, and Lao Chen was so powerful that he was in a mess.

Seeing Wang Xuan's confusion, Aoki explained: "The so-called spiritual transformation means that the super-sensory state has been triggered many times, which ultimately led to spiritual transformation and the birth of the spiritual realm."

He sighed: "It's a pity that the pre-Qin alchemists have passed away, and the sect ancestors have also died. In this era, no one can lead my master into the interior location, otherwise his strength will be far beyond the current level."

Wu Yin nodded and said: "My father said that if it were the most glorious era of ancient martial arts, Mr. Chen would have become a powerful person!"

Aoki felt sorry for his master. At that time, the four elders of the old arts had a higher evaluation of Lao Chen, saying that he was the first to establish a sect in ancient times. If he was better, he might become a Bodhisattva-level master in the field of old arts.

Wang Xuan finally understood why Lao Chen was willing to sacrifice his face and dig out the feather-level immortal magic from him. He was unwilling to do so!

Lao Chen must have a particularly high spirit, but this era is indeed not suitable for old techniques. Even though Lao Chen has triggered the super-sensory state many times for decades, no one can lead him into the interior location.

Just for a moment, Wang Xuan felt that Old Chen was no longer so unruly. Perhaps the old Chen who was now unsheathed and sharp like a sword from the sky was the real himself.

"Old Chen, you are just like before, your temper has not changed at all." An old man in Tang suit walked down, but he was very imposing.

He then spoke and said: "But times have changed. The old skills have finally declined and are about to withdraw from the stage of history. You know very well what the new skills are. In this era, you have built a bridge to the extraordinary."

Obviously, the identity of the old man in Tang suit is not simple. It directly points out the origin of the new technique, which can communicate with supernatural powers.

The whole land is grey-brown. In this season, the weather in Congling is so bad that it has already turned into frozen soil.

Old Chen paced around without any emotion. Behind the cold silver mask, his heart seemed to be extremely indifferent, saying: "I have never rejected other paths. I have always advocated eclecticism. Technology is so brilliant, who can

Are you willing to go back to the primitive era when you were wearing hair and drinking blood? As you said, the new technique can connect to the gods and reach the otherworld. Who will give up? I have always held an attitude of tolerance and learning, but my disciples have reached the end of their old skills and have no potential anymore.

But, I'm suggesting that he study new techniques to break the situation. But why do some of you insist on beating the old techniques to death with a stick, suppressing them completely, and never giving them a chance to stand up again?"

Wang Xuan was silent and listened carefully.

Wu Yin was beside him, analyzing from her perspective, and whispered: "There is a dispute over ideas, and some interests are also involved. I heard that a master-level figure in the field of new arts recently visited the relevant departments of the old land and said

I am willing to join the expedition organization and assist in handling various affairs. This is where Mr. Chen is still in charge. It is conceivable that the complex relationship behind it is really huge, and the interests involved in all aspects are quite 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 different from the truth. Just listen to it." Wu Yin smiled.

"It's so stormy." Wang Xuan whispered.

Wu Yin nodded and said: "The expedition organization that Mr. Chen is in charge of is indeed amazing, whether it is the Immortal Cave Mansion, the flesh and blood of the female alchemist left behind three thousand years ago that can extend the life of modern people, or other more important

Discover...exploration organizations can participate immediately."

Wang Xuan nodded, Wu Yin's analysis was very organized.

Obviously, this pool of water is very deep, more complicated than what Wu Yin said, and there are deep-seated reasons, but the group of old men did not speak openly.

Just like Lao Chen, although he was filled with anger, he didn't reveal it. Instead, he coldly slapped a big hat on his face.

"In the era of the various schools of thought, hundreds of schools of thought contended with great splendor and stars twinkling. Later, hundreds of schools of thought were deposed and only Confucianism was respected. In this era, do you still want to do this and imitate the ancients?!" Lao Chen asked.

"Old Chen, where did you go? This metaphor is inappropriate. We are just discussing and competing. We have no intention of killing them all." The old man in Tang suit said.

"Kill them all? You are so confident and dare to speak out!" Lao Chen sneered.


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