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Sheng Heng gave a hum, stepped in, raised his eyes, and saw the black soul standing in the center of the laboratory. From the outside, the black soul was no different.

"Old Zhong." Sheng Heng respectfully saluted Mr. Zhong, "Thank you."

Sheng Heng knew that the reason why Zhong Lao would help him upgrade the black soul was all because of Yan Hao's face, but in any case, it was him who got the benefits in the end, so this thank you, he must personally say.

Elder Zhong looked at Sheng Heng with some scrutiny, and then said lightly: "Compared with your father and brother, you are less of a soldier's spirit."

Barbie looked at his teacher in a little surprise. Although Mr. Zhong had a bad temper, he always cursed his students only. He just couldn't understand and bother to pay attention to outsiders. But today, Mr. Zhong not only paid attention to Sheng Heng, but even said something that could be regarded as a criticism.

"What Elder Zhong said is that I am indeed a lot worse than my father and brother." Sheng Heng was not angry, raised his head, not humble, "but I always try to catch up with them as the goal, and now I finally have this opportunity."

After finishing speaking, Sheng Heng turned his gaze to the black soul standing aside.

"Admiral Sheng is a level nine mecha warrior, Major General Sheng is level eight, even if you have a black soul, you are only a level six mecha fighter at best." Zhong Lao said.

"My father once told me that as a soldier, the most important thing is not how high the position is, nor is it able to drive higher-level mechas. The most important thing is the belief in defending the home and the country. On this battlefield, Every soldier, regardless of level, is a hero of the Federation." Sheng Heng said, "My goal is not high, as long as I can drive the mech to fight for the Federation, I believe this is what my father wants to see."

Elder Zhong's eyes were softer, but his tone was still a bit disgusting: "Although your conditions are average in all aspects, who makes Xiaohao like you? After you pass the door, just treat Xiaohao well."

"!!!" Go to the door, what is the door?

"Old man Pang gave you a pair of eight-level particle cannons as a meeting ceremony, I will give you this set of six-level mimicry system as a meeting ceremony." After finishing speaking, Zhong Lao rubbed his aching neck, "These days I'm exhausted, Ba Yun, come back with me and help me massage my shoulders."

"is teacher."

Speaking of the master and apprentice, they left the laboratory very naturally, leaving space for the young couple.

Yan Hao walked in front of Sheng Heng and saw that his eyes were dull, as if he had received a huge blow. He held Sheng Heng's hand distressedly, and said in a soft and firm tone: "Senior, rest assured, I will study hard. To break through the bottleneck of the mimic system, you will definitely not be just a level six mecha fighter."

Yan Hao thought that Sheng Heng was hit by Zhong Lao's phrase "You are just a level six mecha fighter".

"Lao Zhong said just now, this..." Sheng Heng pointed to Black Soul, "Is it a meeting gift for me?"

"Yeah." Yan Hao nodded.

"The pair of eight-level particle cannons..." Sheng Heng pointed to the particle cannon on the shoulder of Black Soul again, "Is it a meeting gift from Pang Lao?"

"Yeah." Yan Hao continued nodding.

Sheng Heng covered his face and smiled helplessly. Father and mother, your son seems to be getting married.

However, Sheng Heng did not struggle with this matter for too long. After adjusting his emotions, Sheng Heng couldn't wait to enter the cockpit and began to drive the black soul in the sixth-level state.

Sheng Heng manipulated the black soul, drew out the Xuanming gun, and danced fiercely in the small laboratory. His movements were agile and swift, and varied. Many movements that could not be made before, under the blessing of the six-level mimicry system, Can be done.

Sheng Heng was so excited that he took Yan Hao to the training ground of the base on the spot, planning to make an appointment with Qiu Zi'an.

The fact that the old Zhong Gang's black soul refitted the mecha was spread throughout the entire base, so when Sheng Heng appeared on the training ground, the surrounding soldiers stopped their movements and came to watch. I want to see what is the difference between this legendary mimic mecha and traditional mecha.

Standing on the opposite side, Qiu Zian looked at Sheng Heng, who was proud of his fighting spirit, and said with a smile: "Second Young Master, you only got the mecha for half an hour, so you don't need to be familiar with it anymore?"

"No." Sheng Heng shook his head.

"You are sure to find me to fight with you, or I'll find you a level 6 mecha fighter. Don't let me win you at that time, you say I take advantage of mecha." Qiu Zian wins Sheng Sheng. Constant posture.

"It's not always true who wins and who loses." Sheng Heng was unwilling to show weakness.

Suddenly, there was a roar in the training ground.

"The Second Young Master said it well, hit him."

"Team Qiu, you can't lose, otherwise you will lose the face of the God of War Corps."

In the base, it is common for soldiers to learn from each other. Winning or losing is not the most important thing. The important thing is that the momentum cannot be lost.

"Zi'an, if you lose, you will lead a team to patrol for a month." Sheng Zhuo on the side heard it and couldn't help but interject, "Sheng Heng, if you can persist for 15 minutes without losing, this holiday, I will allow it. You go on an expedition with the team."

Sheng Heng's eyes brightened and looked at his elder brother: "Then what if I win?"

"Hey, second master, you are too mad like this." Qiu Zi'an was dissatisfied with Sheng Heng's contempt.

Sheng Heng ignored him and continued to look at his elder brother.

"If you win, I will talk to my father and let you officially join the Army of God of War." Sheng Zhuo said.

"A word is settled." Sheng Heng's eyes were piercing, and he turned around and took the lead to enter the cockpit.

Qiu Zian didn't speak any more, and stepped on his mecha in the same way, and the two mechas moved back at the same time, pulling apart to a suitable distance.

The atmosphere is on the verge.

The first shot was Sheng Heng. The Black Soul raised both arms, and the Xuanming Spear slid out of both arms. The Black Soul raised his hand to catch it, and then completed the docking. The whole action was smooth and smooth, and it took less than a second. time.

But he did not rush over immediately, but waited for Qiu Zian on the opposite side to drew out the particle lightsaber, and then rushed over.

In the stands, Sheng Zhuo looked at Yan Hao standing aside with interest, and asked, "Xiao Hao, who do you think will win?"

"I don't know." Yan Hao shook his head honestly.

"I thought you would say Sheng Heng must win."

"I don't know the strength of Captain Qiu, and I can't make a judgment." Yan Hao said, "But from a purely mecha level, the level 6 black soul is not necessarily inferior to the level 7 mecha of Team Qiu."

Sheng Zhuo frowned and asked, "The level 6 mecha and the level 7 mecha are one level behind, how can they be compared?"

"Level 7 mechas are indeed more sensitive than level 6 mechas, but mimic mechas do not require operation instructions. For the same actions, seniors only need to respond intuitively, but drivers of traditional mechas need to pass instructions first. Control the mecha. In terms of contingency, traditional mecha and mimic mecha are not at the same level." Yan Hao said, "If the level difference is too large, there may be a difference in strength due to the strength of the weapon, but if it's just If it's one level away, the mimic mecha can be completely ignored."

Not only that, but the mimic mech also has an incomparably huge advantage. It will not slow down the reaction of the mech due to long time operation and fatigue of the fingers. As a mecha warrior, Sheng Zhuo thought of several ways to use the characteristics of mimic mechas to deal with traditional mechas almost instantly.

There was a loud "bang", and there was a burst of applause from the training ground.

Sheng Zhuo turned and looked around, only to see that the mecha driven by Qiu Zian was holding one of the black soul's hands, half pressing the black soul to the ground. This is Qiu Zian's commonly used trick in battle. The speed is strange, and it is easy for an unguarded person to be hit by him.

"Second Young Master, let me teach you the cruelty of the battlefield." Qiu Zian said, the long sword in his hand was about to be slashed towards the black soul arm.

At this moment, the black soul suddenly tilted down slightly. Qiu Zi'an was originally pressing on the black soul with force. At this moment, the black soul moved, his mecha also tilted, and then the long sword in his hand slashed. The direction of the direction is wrong.

Qiu Zian hurriedly adjusted the shape of the mecha, only to knock out a long series of instructions in his hand, and the fighting situation outside had changed. I saw Black Soul tilting his body slightly, supporting the ground with one hand, and the huge body tumbling on the spot in a weird posture, directly out of Qiu Zian's control. As he turned out, the Xuan Ming spear held in his right arm turned around and stabbed Qiu Zian's mecha directly.

The whole process took only one second before and after, but the black soul made at least five fine movements at the same time in this second. This is something that is almost impossible for traditional mechas.

For a second, even if they can come up with those instructions, they can't tap them with their fingers.

"So fast operation." Someone exclaimed.

"The second master is driving a mimic mecha. It is not an operation, but an instinctive reaction of the body." Someone realized it.

Sheng Heng seemed to have found fighting skills. In the next battle, he specially guided Qiu Zian to make some particularly complicated and delicate movements, and then turned back abruptly when it was difficult for his body to change direction, and took the opportunity to attack. After such a few minutes, Qiu Zian's reaction speed was significantly slower than at the beginning. This is due to Qiu Zian's rich experience and strong adaptability. If he were replaced by someone else, he would have been deliberately guided several times by Sheng Heng, and he would be messed up.

Finally, after the battle lasted for fifteen minutes, Sheng Heng, with a clever effort, used the Xuanming spear to hit the throat of the opponent's mecha and won the battle.

In an instant, there was an uproar in the field.

Although some people clamored for Sheng Heng to beat Qiu Zian at the beginning, no one in the training ground really felt that Sheng Heng could beat Qiu Zian. One is a seven-level mecha fighter who has experienced many battles, and the other is a student with no combat experience. It is a battle of great power disparity.

Is this the power of mimic mecha?

After a while, the two came out of the mecha at the same time. Qiu Zi'an lost the game. There was no annoyance on his face. He just smiled and cursed from a distance: "You kid, you usually seem to be very honest, how can you languish during the fight." "

Sheng Heng responded with a smile: "I am definitely not your opponent in terms of fighting skills, so I can only use tricks."

Qiu Zian smiled and punched Sheng Heng: "However, the mimic mecha is indeed powerful."

After the practice match, Sheng Heng officially introduced Yan Hao to his elder brother, because the two had already met several times, and Yan Hao's performance was fairly calm and not very cramped. Sheng Zhuo even transferred a one-hundred-million star coin to Yan Hao on the spot, saying that it was a meeting red envelope for Yan Hao.

"You are in a hurry, and there are no good things in the base. After thinking and thinking, the money is the most real. The early stage of learning mecha manufacturing is the most expensive. These star coins will be used for you to buy materials." Sheng Zhuo atmosphere The way.

"But, this is too much." Yan Hao was a little afraid to accept it.

"It's okay, take it." Sheng Heng held down Yan Hao, "My brother is in the army all year round, and he has no money to spend."

Sheng Zhuo gave his brother a glance, but he did not refute it.

"But it's too much." Yan Hao whispered.

"This is the meeting gift my brother gave you. If you don't accept it, he will be unhappy." Sheng Heng said.

Hearing the words, Yan Hao glanced at Sheng Zhuo cautiously.

Sheng Zhuo nodded seriously.

Yan Hao didn't dare to refuse: "Then I will accept it, thank you, brother."

"Good." Sheng Zhuo nodded in satisfaction, "I originally wanted to prepare some rare ores for you, but I went to the warehouse two days ago and searched and found no particularly rare ones, so I didn't take them. But if you want to in the future What ore is it? Tell Sheng Heng directly that our family has several resource stars, and a lot of ore is produced every year. Let Sheng Heng take you to pick it directly. Your own family, you are welcome."

Yan Hao blushed with the embarrassment of his own three words, but he was reluctant to refuse. Compared with Sheng Heng's fear of Sheng Zhuo being angry, the word family is more convincing to Yan Hao.

Giving in the name of home is the temptation he can't refuse.

The three of them were chatting about homework, mostly Sheng Zhuo was talking about his younger brother's funny stories when he was a child, and as they were talking, suddenly Sheng Zhuo turned pale and closed his eyes.

"Big Brother?" Sheng Heng was taken aback and stood up.

"It's okay." Sheng Zhuo waved his hand. "Maybe it's because I haven't slept well recently."

"I feel your mental power fluctuates." Sheng Heng is an S-level mental power, and his sensitivity to mental power is also very strong. When Sheng Zhuo's face was wrong just now, he felt a wave of ups and downs of mental power. fluctuation. If it wasn't for the master deliberately, under normal circumstances, mental power would not overflow. Unless there is abnormal mental power.

"Is there something wrong with my eldest brother's mental power?" Yan Hao asked aloud.

Sheng Heng looked at Yan Hao and said, "I said before that I would like to ask you for help, just for the eldest brother's business."

He originally thought that as long as the eldest brother did not perform the task, there would be no problem. Now it seems that the eldest brother's state of consciousness is more serious than he thought.