Cultivation of the Future Interstellar

Li Xing took Lan Xiaobao's hand and brought him to one of the suspended VIP viewing stands on the third floor, took the card and inserted it into the card reader next to the VIP viewing stand, quickly pressed a few keys with his fingers, and waited for the card to be taken out , Behind him was a beautiful female robot who delivered what Li Xing wanted.

"Xing, what did you call?" Ling Xiao and Leng You, who walked slowly, sat on Lan Xiaobao's left, Ling Xiao asked.

"It's just some snacks." Li Xing muttered, motioning Ling Xiao to look at the robot in front of him who started to put snacks on.

"Did you ask Xiaobao?" Leng You asked Li Xing, then turned to Lan Xiaobao and said, "Xiaobao, just ask the robot to bring you whatever you want, don't worry about credit."

Lan Xiaobao smiled slightly at Leng You, "Well, thank you. I'm not hungry, just eat by yourselves."

"Don't be polite to us, we..."

Li Xing's words were interrupted by a low and slightly hesitant male voice, "Well, can I sit with you?"

The four turned their heads together, and Li Xing called out, "Uncle, it's you. I really can't tell, you are also a nobleman."

Leng Yejun twitched his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth parted unnaturally, and said, "Why do you say that, I am not like a nobleman?"

Li Xing was not afraid of being rude, he looked back and forth at Leng Yejun, and then his eyes flickered slightly: "Oh, I'm sorry, uncle, I didn't see anywhere that you look like a nobleman."

"Little ghost, you have a sharp mouth, is your strength as good as your mouth?" Leng Yejun said as he sat down beside him, but his eyes were fixed on that little treasure who seemed to be wandering too far away.

"Xing!" Leng You snorted, then turned to Leng Yejun and said, "Sir, I'm sorry, please forgive Xing's impoliteness, he's just not used to sitting with strangers to watch mecha competitions."

Leng Yejun was stunned for a tenth of a second, and looked at his cousin Leng You. It was really unexpected that this cousin, at a young age, showed his composure, and could still insinuate him quietly. If so , the grown-up Leng You is really worth looking forward to.

"Why? Didn't he call me uncle? So we are not strangers." Leng Yejun completely removed the iceberg expression in the real world. Although he is not used to it, some small facial expressions can still be done. I realized that the most important thing was that his tone was richer in emotion, without the flat and emotionless tone.

Leng Youlin looked at Leng Yejun with an expression on his face, feeling a very powerful and icy aura emanating from the man.A thought flashed across his mind, and he said, "Then let's watch it together, sir. Presumably, sir knows mechs very well. If you don't hesitate, I will ask you to explain it when Mask and Reaper fight."

Leng Yejun nodded secretly, this cousin gave him many surprises.

"Yes." After Leng Yejun agreed, he said, "My name is Jun Yehua, where are the young masters?" He actually just wanted to know what the last name of that "Little Treasure" was.

After all, Leng You was still an 11-year-old child, and his guard against others was greatly eliminated after the other party reported his name. In addition, he felt kind to the man Mo Ming, so he politely smiled and said: "My name is Leng You, and my name is Your uncle's is Li Xing, the one on my left is Ling Xiao, and the dazed one on my right is Xiaobao."

Leng Yejun held back the questions that almost blurted out, because he saw that little treasure refuted the moment Leng You finished speaking.

"You're just in a daze, I'm just thinking about something." Lan Xiaobao pouted and said, "Why hasn't that mask come out yet? Death has already stood on the dueling arena, isn't it?"

"Eh? Little Treasure doesn't know? That masked person is very punctual, he won't be late or one second early for the appointed time." Leng You said excitedly, that is his idol.

"It's not bad for a second? Then how did he do it? Did it appear out of thin air?" Leng Yejun asked.

Is this mask his cousin Leng Mingjian spoke of really a specter in the virtual world?Otherwise, how could it be possible to escape the safety locks set by the security office and the traps all over the world, not to mention the super intelligent brain "Zero" of the interstellar network watching from the side, who can escape these layers of barriers and surveillance, and appear on the field out of thin air ? !Is it the mysterious person who made him suffer a dark loss ten years ago? !

"Well, the mask just appeared on the field out of thin air. I don't know how he did it. It's like an image slowly turning into reality. In fact, it's not right to say that. For the virtual world, our entities are also Incorporeal body. Alas, I can’t tell. Sir, you’ll know the way the mask appears.” Leng You said.

"If it wasn't for the sound insulation, just by looking at the madness of the people below, you would know how loud they were screaming." Lan Xiaobao said with a frightened expression.

Leng You, Li Xing, and Ling Xiao stood up, leaned on the railing of the floating stand, held their fists high, and counted down tens of seconds with everyone in the arena: "...five...four...three... two……"

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The mecha duel arena is very, very large, funnel-shaped, and can accommodate millions of spectators. Of course, the spectators can only sit obediently on their seats, and their mechas are collected with mecha badges; the duel field in the middle occupies One-third of the arena, the circular platform, is about two meters above the plane, and the entire duel arena is surrounded by a protective barrier (protective screen), so that no matter how fierce the fight is inside, the audience will not be affected.

When the word "one" that was so neatly shouted by a person fell, an illusory black shadow slowly emerged from the huge flickering barrier, and stood in front of the same black huge mecha, the god of death. .

"It's really the way of showing off." After finishing speaking, he felt that his words were wrong. Doesn't this mean he scolded himself?Lan Xiaobao was glad that his voice was low enough that no one could hear it.

The Grim Reaper is a black mech with beautiful and smooth lines, and every joint is perfect. His weapon is a huge black straight sword with wings folded on his back, which can be used for air combat.

The mask is only half the size of Shinigami, standing in front of Shinigami like a child.His design is relatively primitive, and he added the shape of the mecha now, just like a toy made by a child, everything is added to the toy, it seems complicated but simple; the surface of the pure black mecha can't see a little light, Even in this radiant arena, he is more like a god of death than a god of death.

Just like this, Leng Yejun didn't see anything else, and he couldn't see that the mask was manipulating the mecha with his hands, everything depended on them fighting.

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"Reaper" sat quietly in the cabin of the mecha, watching the shadow slowly appearing in front of his eyes, his tightly pursed lips slightly opened, and he let out a breath. He didn't know why he was nervous. This kind of nervousness was not from fear. Nervous, but excited nervous, it's finally here!

Mask is like a child in front of his huge figure, but no one will treat him as a child. His strength shocked the mecha world in the entire virtual world. Perhaps it should be said that amazing can describe Mask's battle. A luxurious and elegant figure.

The Grim Reaper checked the mask, but found nothing. Just like everyone else, he knew that the mask suddenly appeared in the largest mecha duel field half a year ago, and then, it became a blockbuster!

"Masquerade, let's make a bet." Reaper said, using only the channel heard by two people.

The mask took three steps back, raised his head, glanced up and down the death god, and asked, "What are you betting on?"

The sound is nice, clear and soft.This is Shinigami's evaluation of the mask's voice, and then he wonders if the person sitting in the mecha is also a beautiful person.

"If I win, you will reveal your true appearance; if I lose, I will give myself to you." Death said.

Masquerade black line, said: "I don't like men! Also, do you mean the virtual world or the real world when you say showing your real appearance?"

The Grim Reaper said that on purpose, but at the moment his face was still uncontrollably hot, and he was angry when he was rejected. Think of him as a perfect handsome guy, but he was rejected by others, can you not be angry? "I mean, I'm for your use, in the real world."

The mask lowered its head, then raised it quickly: "Hehe, why did you win? Do you want to know what I look like? Maybe I don't exist in the real world at all."

The god of death was startled, what does the mask mean, is it true?

"Yes or no, you have to see it to know, don't you?" Death said.

"That's good. I can tell you a little bit, I live in White Light Star." The mask whispered childishly.

"Then how do we compare? We have decided to meet each other, so let's avoid the life-and-death struggle." Death God said.It turns out that he lives on the White Light Planet. You can narrow down the scope to one White Light Planet, and it will be easier to find out, because he is also a resident of the White Light Planet, but he is currently playing on another planet. Then, let’s go back and find someone.

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"Uh, why don't they fight? What are they talking about? I really want to know." Li Xing sat back in the chair, threw a small snack into his mouth, and said vaguely.

"Let's decide the method of the game." Ling Xiao said, "Ah, they have started."

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Reaper raised his hand, slowly pulled out the black giant sword on his back from behind, then held the hilt tightly with both hands, pointing at the mask in front.

Masquerade stretched out his right hand, spread out his palm, a little bit of brilliance gathered in his palm, the light cluster slowly elongated, and finally, it transformed into a moon-colored silver long sword in his hand, and the faint stream of light was in his hand. The sword body circulated, exuding a clear and icy breath.

Although this is a battle of mechs, it uses traditional weapons, completely combining technology with ancient weapons.

The Grim Reaper's armor is tall, but his movements are not slow at all, but nimble and quick, and his swordsmanship is thick and steady.

The mecha of the mask is small in shape, dexterous in movement, ethereal and elegant in swordsmanship, and hides a thick and powerful atmosphere. Every time the ice-like long sword meets the black giant sword of the god of death, sparks will burst out, which can be seen The strength of the mask is not like his slender figure, but very strong.

The more Reaper fights, the more excited he is. Mask's sword is strong, Mask's mecha is strong, and most importantly, Mask is very strong!Beat him, beat him, beat him!Grim Reaper's eyes flickered, and his pupils only saw the mask that gracefully drew out the sword like a black butterfly.

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