National Luck: Iron Man, the mechanical army sweeps everything

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Sister Bao'er opened her mask and walked towards the cage surrounded by green mist.

"what?!!"

When seeing Sister Bao'er for the first time, Che Zhiming's eyeballs almost fell out.

"Late Golden Core? Such a young late Golden Core monk?!"

He couldn't figure out what kind of genius he was, who cultivated like this at a young age.

Comparable to a master! !
"This aura... Could it be... Chaos Spiritual Root?!"

Che Zhiming felt the spiritual root breath leaking from Sister Bao'er, and was stunned on the spot as if he had seen a ghost.

"Hey! What are you looking at!"

Qin Feng stood in front of him.

"This old boy, why is he still old and unscrupulous? He doesn't even blink his eyes when he stares at the big girl."

Che Zhiming recovered from the shock, and when he saw Sister Baoer's bumpy armor, his face blushed immediately.

Qin Feng scolded with a smile: "Hey, why are you still peeking!"

"Yellow mouth kid, don't talk nonsense!"

Che Zhiming suddenly blushed even more.

"What were you muttering about just now? What is the root of chaos?"

Qin Feng is more curious about this.

He wanted to know early on why Sister Bao'er was so fierce with wool.

But no one ever told him.

Even the witch and demon don't know, after all, he is a member of a primitive tribe, and his cultivation is also groping and cultivating on his own, and he became a demon cultivator after practicing.

Wu Mo knows a little about things in the world of human cultivation, but only a little.

It can also do some simple science popularization for the natives from Blue Star.

If any secret information is involved, he will also catch it blindly.

"Hmph! Why should the old man tell you!"

Che Zhiming got a stalk in his neck and vowed to be a tough guy.

"Oh... OK!"

Qin Feng smiled.

He whispered a few words to Uncle Jiu, who nodded and went to his room.

Che Zhiming didn't know why, and didn't know what tricks he was going to play.

But his intuition told him that there would be no good fruit waiting for him.

"You you you, what are you doing again!!"

"What are you doing? You'll find out after a while."

On the other side, Sister Baoer came to the side, facing the thick green mist in front of her, a little curious.

Before the witch could stop it, "Bao... Miss Bao'er!"

Sister Baoer stretched out her hand to make a gesture, and sniffed a few wisps of green mist.

"Cough, cough, stern, it stinks!"

She coughed a few times, and then sprayed out the evil spirit that she had sucked in.

Witch: ...

You are powerful, you are a cowhide, you should do whatever you want!

"This is condensed by the evil spirit, Miss Bao'er, ordinary people can't touch it."

Of course, you are not ordinary.

The witch sucked it in big mouthfuls, feeling extremely happy.

"Oh."

Sister Bao'er stepped on her feet and stretched her neck to look at the locked Mo Jiao.

Mo Jiao is in this miserable shape at the moment: Orz...

As if resigning to fate, let the ground cage wantonly extract the demon power in the body.

The demon pill in his belly will be drained soon.

"Huh... so ugly..."

Sister Bao'er muttered in disgust, and stood aside watching the witch eat the stinky green thing.

It seemed that this picture made her feel more interesting.

At this time, the sound of the Soul Rescue Bell came.

Uncle Jiu came out, followed by Ji Hongguang with a disfigured face.

"Ji...Junior Brother Ji?"

Seeing Ji Hongguang's dignified face, Che Zhiming was in a daze.

More is unbelievable.

"How did Junior Brother Ji...become the corpse leader?"

dong... dong... dong...

Ji Hongguang jumped in front of him, expressionless and serene.

"So... those who dare to kill me in Fallen Maple Valley, you!"

Before Che Zhiming finished speaking, Qin Feng clenched his fists, and a heavy brain collapse hit him on the head.

"boom!"

"You haven't figured out the situation yet! Now I'm for Daozu and you are for fish, do you understand?"

"boom!"

The two brains collapsed, and Che Zhiming let out an ouch.

"Say!"

Qin Feng shouted.

Che Zhiming's neck got stuck, but he still didn't say anything, with a heroic look of resolutely going to die.

"Good boy, Uncle Jiu gave you this thing, a ready-made Jindan Zombie."

"it is good!"

Uncle Jiu pulled off the corpse-preventing talisman.

"Ho!"

With a long howl, Ji Hongguang's eyes suddenly opened.

Gray eyes like dead fish stared at Che Zhiming expressionlessly.

His nostrils twitched, and he decided that this was a new blood pack rewarded by his master.

Che Zhiming trembled with fear.

"Junior brother...junior brother!"

"Ho!"

Only ruthless fangs responded to him.

Che Zhiming closed his eyes and waited for death.

when!
At this moment, the fairy sword in Uncle Jiu's hand got stuck in Ji Hongguang's mouth.

"It looks like he's still a man!"

Uncle Jiu sighed.

Che Zhiming opened his eyes slightly.

not dead?

He broke out in a cold sweat, thanking himself for his wit.

If one brain shakes out the information the other party wants, then it is really dead!
How could Qin Feng not know the small calculation in his heart.

Uncle Xindao Jiu is also sincere, so easy to deceive.

"Jarvis, project the surveillance footage of Fallen Maple Valley."

"Yes, sir."

In an instant, the space in front of Che Zhiming was occupied by the holographic projection of the spiritual armor.

The projected screen is the real-time screen of Falling Maple Valley.

At this time, ancestor Luo Feng and the others arrested six or seven people and brought them back to the sect.

"This, this..."

Che Zhiming was completely shocked.

What kind of magical method is this?
Can actually see and monitor the enemy's lair?

Could it be some fairy artifact? !

"I can find out how much strength Fallen Maple Valley has. It's just to save trouble by asking you. Don't think that you can blackmail me because you know something. If you tell me quickly, maybe I will let you go as soon as I feel better."

Qin Feng said jokingly.

Che Zhiming was dripping with cold sweat, he thought about how to survive.

Praying for the kid in front of him to give him a way out, he is thinking too much!

If you reveal the information of the sect, even if you escape back, I am afraid that the master will not let you go...

How to be good, how to be good!
Che Zhiming couldn't think of a good way.

"All right!"

Qin Feng snapped his fingers as if giving up.

Battleframes No. 6 and No. 7 flew out from the workshop.

Armor No. 6 is the Prodigal Son, and it holds something like a wine corkscrew in its hand.

"Iron man? So many iron men?!"

Che Zhiming was a little confused.

One iron man is tough enough, but I didn't expect there are two more? !
"Jarvis, hold him down."

"Yes, sir."

As soon as Jarvis finished speaking, the No. 7 battle armor was immediately dispersed into multiple parts.

The whistling Chongche Zhiming flew over.

Then, after a while, it was equipped on Che Zhiming.

When the rest of the people saw it, they were very jealous.

They have long wanted to try this armor.

However, at this time, Che Zhiming did not experience this kind of luck, only panic and fear of the unknown.

"What are you doing! What are you doing!!"

He was tightly wrapped in a layer of black mist transformed by witch demon energy, and now he was restrained by No. 7 armor and nailed to the ground.

"What?"

Qin Feng smiled and took the 'bottle opener' from machine No. 6.