Chapter 369 1-word battle armor: Qing [Ask for everything]

Feng Wuqiu: Ah, Master Makino, you are serious. However, I have to teach Qin Fang a lesson and let him know that this is no longer a world dominated by him.

Feng Wuqiu didn't listen to a word of Makino's words.

The top-secret data room on the top floor of Doukai Mecha Pavilion. Here, all the Noumenon Sect's most advanced research on battle armor and mechas are stored, guarded by Feng Wuqiu.

Feng Wuqiu, the great elder of the Noumenon Sect, a six-character battle armor master, with a level of 112, martial soul: five internal organs, has greatly tapped the potential of the human body in the process of practice, and has made a great contribution to the Noumenon Sect.

Apart from Makino, Feng Wuqiu is considered the second strongest person in the Noumenon Sect. Especially Feng Wuqiu's self-created soul skill: Resonance, even beings at the same level would not want to fight him.

Du Yun'er led Qin Fang and the Silver Dragon King stepped into the long purple silent corridor. Except for the soul masters with their own martial souls, the strength of other soul masters would be suppressed here. Even gods are no exception.

Qin Fang followed Du Yun'er calmly, touching the metal tunnel with his hands from time to time, feeling the texture, and his eyes were full of nonchalance.

The Black Dragon King's face was full of surprise, worry, and fear, fearing that the Noumenon Sect and others would attack them. The Silver Dragon King also condensed a wisp of space vortex. If something went wrong, she could escape with Qin Fang immediately. Even the corridor here cannot stop her.

Ancient Moon Tree and Time Bird were suppressed and returned to Qin Fang's body, unable to appear.

Outside the door of the top-secret data room, Feng Wuqiu glanced at Qin Fang coldly, but he couldn't see anything strange. It seemed that no one from the Makino Sect had ever said anything so evil.

When Du Yun'er saw Feng Wuqiu, he hurriedly bowed to him and said, "Great Elder, this is the old sect master Qin Fang from ten thousand years ago. He wants to check the fighting armor information of our Noumenon Sect. Please agree."

To be honest, Du Yun'er was still a little scared of Feng Wuqiu. The great elder of the Noumenon Sect, also known as the law enforcement elder, is feared by everyone inside and outside the sect.

Feng Wuqiu saluted Qin Fang and said with an indifferent expression: "Please, but please agree. The information you read is not allowed to be leaked."

The smile on Qin Fang's lips was as bright as ever, and he said, "Elder Feng, don't worry."

Feng Wuqiu said again: "Old Sect Leader Qin Fang, the world has finally become different."

Qin Fang showed a rare good temper and said with a smile: "Yes."

Feng Wuqiu then got out of the way and sent Qin Fang into the data room, but he stopped the Silver Dragon King and the Black Dragon King and said: "You are the important place of the main body sect? You are not allowed to enter, Du Yun'er, you are also waiting outside."

The Silver Dragon King and the Black Dragon King didn't want to argue with him, so they were ready to watch Qin Fang enter.

At this time, Qin Fang took a step back, looked directly at Feng Wuqiu, and smiled harmlessly: "Elder Feng Wuqiu, do you have any objections to me?"

Feng Wuqiu was like a cold-faced judge, saying: "Why do you say this?"

The smile at the corner of Qin Fang's mouth suddenly solidified, turning into a pale coldness, and said: "I see you have blocked me and my friends again and again, and your words are even more dangerous."

Feng Wuqiu rubbed his neck and said: "Sect Master Qin Fang, I have said before, this is not ten thousand years ago."

As he spoke, the vertical-eyed soul bone between Qin Fang's brows flashed with gray light, and a cloud of mist merged into Qin Fang's body, turning him into as terrifying as an abyss giant.

Qin Fang's face was ferocious, like a demon. Gray air flowed out from his whole body, full of a sense of death and silence, encompassing everything and turning it into the absolute realm of the God King.

Feng Wuqiu couldn't resist at all, as if he was squeezed by the endless ocean and couldn't move. Qin Fang grabbed his neck casually, his eyes were full of ridicule, and his tone was full of evil, like an evil ghost crawling out of hell, and said: " I'm in a good mood today, and I wanted to be nice, but you didn't want to be nice. In that case, I'll show you what fear is."

In the blink of an eye, Feng Wuqiu felt as if he had fallen into the eighteenth level of hell. Countless ghosts were gnawing at his body, soul, and five internal organs, making him miserable.

Qin Fang accelerated time, allowing him to continuously taste the taste, and the demonic sound of hell resounded: "Feng Wuqiu, no matter who you see in the future? Please be gentle, your eyes are so aloof, like a gift, I really I don’t like it very much.”

"Oh, by the way, let me tell you, this is indeed not the world ten thousand years ago, but you, a weak ant like you, should not jump around, otherwise, you will die very quickly."

"I didn't want to argue with you. Tell me, why do you have to jump around? Do you want to show your presence?"

Every time Qin Fang said a word, Feng Wuqiu suffered an extreme form of torture.

The Noumenon Sect has long been immune to ordinary pain; but Feng Wuqiu was urinating and urinating, enduring the pain of going deep into the depths of the spiritual sea, and his expression was twisted to the extreme in pain.

Du Yun'er looked at the crazy Qin Fang, she was shocked, ah, is this still the old Sect Leader Qin Fang with a smile on his face? Why does it feel like a different person?

Seeing that the situation was not good, Makino condensed light and shadow to plead with Feng Wu.

After Qin Fang's anger subsided, he took Feng Wuqiu out of the Ebi Hell and threw it aside casually, saying: "Today, I should have killed you, but for the sake of Master Muye, I will spare you. One life.”

Feng Wuqiu, the former top powerhouse, curled up into a ball like a hedgehog, with no light in his eyes. His body continued to tremble, and when he was touched, it trembled even more. His energy, everything about him seemed to have been scattered by Qin Fang.

Buzz, a beam of gray light merged into Feng Wuqiu's eyebrows, forcibly turning him into a slave of Electrolux, and no living being could betray him.

Qin Fang never had the courage to let the tiger return to the mountain.

After doing all this, a warm and sunny smile appeared on the corner of Qin Fang's mouth again, holding the hand of Sect Master Makino, and said: "Oh, Sect Master Makino, I'm sorry, I couldn't control my emotions for a while and made you laugh."

Muye, the corners of Du Yun'er's mouth twitched, this one? I really feel at ease with my emotions.

Du Yun'er didn't dare to look at Qin Fang, the look in his eyes was too scary.

Makino also felt a little weak in his calves and said, "Old Sect Master Qin Fang, the records about you are really true."

To be honest, no one believed it at first. Moody and murderous, such words are used to describe an emperor through the ages. This is an obvious smear.

Who knows, this is still a bit conservative in writing history.

Qin Fang smiled and said: "Master Muye, I'm sorry."

Makino raised his hand and said, "You can do it yourself."

Qin Fang stepped into the data room and began to look up information about Doukai.

After all, the Silver Dragon King and the Black Dragon King never stepped in and were guarding the door.

Qin Fangzheng was wandering in the making of the battle armor, unable to extricate himself, and he had new insights every time. This battle armor and mecha actually have more merits than they did ten thousand years ago.

More than ten days later, when Qin Fang stepped out of the data room, his aura became deeper and more reserved, and he seemed to be different.

Du Yun'er's mind swayed as soon as she felt it, and the battle armor in her body also bloomed with a sense of surrender.

The Silver Dragon King asked: "Qin Fang, how many words did you create for the battle armor?"

Qin Fang stretched and said with a smile: "I reluctantly made a one-word battle armor. I named it: Qing."