Seeing the direct disciples who had been severely injured, Haofeng wanted to have a fit on the spot. These disciples were not without talent. Even if their families were ranked, they would most likely pass the trial of the Mecha Academy and enter Qingtian Academy to practice.
"Don't pretend to be a good person for me. If I don't have this strength, will you stand in front of me when the third-level mechas come and attack me? When the direct mechas besieged the side mechas, did you stand up? You No."
The indifferent tone felt strange even to Hao Ya, who was most familiar with him.
Haotian ignored the previous friendship. In his heart, since the collateral branch suffered a blow, he no longer had hope. The collateral branch must become stronger.
With the explosion of sword energy, the mecha's energy core was removed, and Haotian put them back into the storage ring. He was also waiting for the imminent attack from Zhili.
After experiencing the thunder tribulation just now, Haotian's aura was completely different from before. If he could tell that he was a monk before, he couldn't feel it at all now.
The reason is that the Qi in the body has reached a certain balance with the body, and Haotian will not expose his cultivation unless he wants to. This is also a characteristic of the Ancient Holy Body.
The surrounding level 4 mechas were about to move, but the level 3 mecha monks were already fearful and wanted to leave, but were forced back by the level 4 mecha monks with their powerful momentum.
"What do you want to do?" The monk, who was only at the third level of cultivation at this time, was extremely regretful. He was obviously not strong enough, so why did he come here to join in the fun?
"Either you attack him, or we will deal with you directly. Anyway, there are only ten places, hehe." This sentence was said without reservation in the mouth of the fourth-level mecha monk. The shock was no less than that of Hao Tian can easily deal with a level three mecha.
"Haha, it's so ironic, Haofeng, that you still have the energy to resolve matters directly related to you."
Having said that, Haotian packed up his things and was about to leave. To put it bluntly, no matter what, he and Haofeng wouldn't have to quarrel with each other now. If he really started to fight, he was not sure. Haofeng had always given him The feeling is that of an extremely mysterious existence.
"Master Feng, please save us, he...them."
The remaining third-level monks urgently asked Haofeng for help. The third-level mechas were no match for the fourth-level mechas. Even if they had some trump cards, they would still have a narrow escape from death.
Hao Ya said at this time: "This is something within the rules. I'm afraid we have no reason to stop it."
The so-called family trial is a complete simulated battlefield, and now there are eighteen people left, and eight people have to be eliminated. The remaining thirty-four mechas are level three.
Once the eight units are eliminated, the family ranking will be over.
Outside the field, the monks who were eliminated one after another received the rewards they deserved. The great elder walked up to the third-level monks from the side department and smiled: "You are very good. You can be ranked 25th. This mecha, now It’s yours.”
Listening to the great elder's words, the third-level monk thanked him and stroked the mecha he was driving. Even if it was severely damaged, the core of the mecha was still there, so it would not be a big problem to repair it.
"Thank you, Great Elder. Elder, where do you think Haotian's final score will be?"
This stumped him. To be honest, he himself did not expect that the basic sword and black sword he gave Haotian would bring him such a huge improvement.
I'm afraid he has his own secrets, but who doesn't?
"To be honest, when I learned that he couldn't pilot a mecha, I just thought that he would be able to survive the family fight. I never thought that he would be where he is today."
"So he surpassed everyone's expectations?" Facing the disciple's question, the elder showed a kind smile and replied:
"Yeah, it was unexpected, but someone was not very happy."
Although he spoke very quietly, he was heard by those directly connected to him, but who among the great elders dared to be so presumptuous in front of him? The third elder in the distance had a gloomy face, clenched his fists tightly, and gritted his teeth: "Why should the collateral department be equal to the direct department?"
Noticing the third elder's expression, the first elder made him sweat like rain just by looking at him.
"Third Elder, I don't think the weather is hot at all..." A disciple handed him a towel, but in exchange he received fists and kicks from the opponent, leaving him with a bruised nose and a swollen face.
"You trash!"
The third elder who lost his temper pointed at the direct disciples who had been eliminated and cursed;
"Haowu! Pay attention to your image!" After being scolded by the great elder, the other party left here without looking back. Uncle Wu said to the people from the side:
"Pay attention to this old guy. The attack on the side line this time is inseparable from him. If the boy Haotian hadn't left the family that day, otherwise our side line would have lost a genius who can open up a new world."
"Are you going to deal with him?"
The tall figure on the side, with an expressionless face, continued: "No need now, there should be bigger fish."
The great elder naturally heard about it. He happened to leave the clan that night about the attack on the side clan, and the only person he told was the clan elders.
"Old man, this traitor needs to be caught."
"Well, you're right, it won't be too late."
All the disciples from the side branch were attracted by the fighting in the trial ground. After the powerful lightning and thunder, there were more powerful attacks. The waves coming from the jungle were exciting;
Haotian was holding the revolver at this time, and what fell in front of him were three level three mechas. The other mechas surrounded Haotian, and Haofeng Haoya stood on the periphery of the battlefield;
'Haotian, forgive me for not being able to stand by your side. '
Hao Ya followed Haofeng, and those third-level mechas were all driven over by them. Six fourth-level mecha monks sat on the mountain and watched the fight between tigers and tigers.
Recalling the scene just now, the way Haofeng looked at him, and Hao Ya... the desire to kill hidden in the memory has been activated.
"The thing I can't bear the most is betrayal!" He said this subconsciously, making the surrounding mecha monks think that his family had betrayed him, but the killing god in front of him was already surrounded by a stream of blood.
The threatening revolver was raised, like the scythe of the god of death, continuously harvesting the mechas, accompanied by bursts of fire. With the blessing of Guhuang, the power of the bullets was greatly increased, but it was not as damaging as before.
If we talk about the damage range of the previous warhead, the current one is a sharply destructive explosive armor-piercing projectile. Once the machine body is shot, it will cause the mecha to explode from the inside.
"Be careful, don't get hit by his damn gun. That thing can kill with one hit. What kind of weapon is it?" The mecha monks kept besieging Haotian and discussing countermeasures. Haotian laughed and used his ghostly shadow. As if teleporting, he came behind the mecha, pulled out Wuming and stabbed in front of him.
The energy bursting out from the blade is no less than that of a level three mecha!
"The thunder and lightning just now may have allowed him to break through to the level three monk. Fortunately, he can't pilot a mecha. Otherwise, I can't imagine how destructive the sky-driven mecha will be in his hands." Several other level four mechas The monks walked out of the cockpit and started chatting. It was obvious that these monks were all in the same group.
"Hey, Mr. Feng and Miss Ya, don't you want to chat with us monks? It's good to add a few friends. Those monks with level 3 mechas will be eliminated as soon as they are eliminated. Anyway, there are only ten places. We just need to pick four who can still move."
Haofeng had no time to pay attention to these disciples. During this period of time, he actually began to consider things from the perspective of the family as a whole. Sometimes he could not only consider himself, but also consider the strengths of all parties.
"Hao Ya, I actually envy this guy Haotian. He has blazed a new path. His path is longer than the rest of us. It's really enviable."
When he said these words, Hao Ya felt the inner struggle of the other party. Although the two brothers Tian and Feng, one was a collateral and the other was a direct descendant, they grew up together and it was not an exaggeration to say that they were brothers.
"I remember when I was a child, no one practiced cultivation at that time. That was also the happiest time for us. I don't know when everything started to change." Hao Ya covered her mouth and smiled, but a trace of tears remained in the corner of her eyes. Without escaping Haofeng's attention, he took the other person into his arms.
"Comfort, I will make this stop, I swear."
"What are you doing? Let me go, I'm not a flower vase." Hao Ya wiped away her tears. All they could do was not to take action, and the four mechas would definitely drive up to fight Haotian later.
The level three mechas have been almost defeated by Haotian, but these people have no intention of retreating, and Haotian does not intend to hold back in the end.
If the fight continues like this, I don’t know how long it will last.
Wuming and the revolver were in hand at the same time. He was like a god of death in the wind. Those monks could only watch as their bodies were defeated by one shot after another.
When there were four mechas left, Haotian stopped and said with a smile: "There are only eleven monks who can still move at the scene. Why don't you think about it?"
The four mechas paused in unison, and the sound of the whistle was still roaring. Indeed, as Haotian said, defeating may be impossible, but defeating a mecha is easy.
At this time, the aura is extremely solemn. Which three mechas will attack each other? The level four mechas in the distance also stood up at this time, and they felt that something was wrong.
From the time when the third-level mechas were constantly being poached for their energy cores by Haotian, there were already fourth-level monks who regretted scrapping so many mechas and couldn't afford to go back to the direct line.
"Three of you, it seems it's time for us to take action. If we continue to play, the third elder will hold us accountable." One of them twitched at the corner of his mouth and stood up. Thinking of the torture methods of the third elder, he couldn't help but shudder. Chills.
"Stop, Haotian, we admit defeat. Even if it is a level three mecha, we are no match for you. Even a level four mecha is no match for you."
"You promised us." The ones who spoke were brothers Hao Wuliang and Hao Wuguang.
Haotian said: "Okay, there is only one chance. If you withdraw from the battle now, I will let you go."
But this put them in a dilemma. Behind them were the fourth-level monks who were eyeing them. Finally, under Hao Wuliang's decision, they withdrew from the battle.
The remaining two level three mechas attacked them directly without saying a word!
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Two bullets were fired, and the two mechas were shot through the cockpit. The monk who crawled out looked at Haotian helplessly, his eyes full of unwillingness and anger, Haotian said: "I said, let them go. , then let them go, what are you doing!"
"you!!!!"
They all fainted due to excessive blood loss. Haoya rushed to the rescue at this time and ignored him. Walking forward, Hao Wuliang and Hao Wuguang naturally heard the gunfire and thought that Haotian had let them go.
"Are we two brothers going to stop here?"
"Get out of the way, the battle is not over yet." Haotian's cold voice came, and the two brothers immediately took the mechas away from here, and those sky-driven mechas landed directly next to Haotian.
They aimed all their artillery fire, chains, and blades at themselves.
"Kacha."
The revolver was loaded again.
