We agreed to become a physical Martial Saint, but you became a mecha Martial Saint?

Chapter 60 Return ()

Zhou Linchen retreated violently, holding his arms in front of him to block the ejected debris and fireworks.

"Zizi~"

The slight sound of alloy burning resounded in the deep pit after the explosion.

Zhou Linchen shook his head, and the explosion sound produced by the violent concentration of energy made his ears somewhat deafened, but fortunately, the familiar powerful hearing soon began to gradually return.

"This should be the last batch of masters." Zhou Linchen looked at the two shining mecha cores in the ruins, stepped forward to pick them up and put them in his arms, "We must return to Huainan as soon as possible..."

He moved his feet and rushed towards the battlefield that was about to end in the distance.

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"Brother, two of our disciples were killed in this attack, and a total of eight others were injured." Yu Shan stepped forward to report the results of the battle.

Next to them are eight vehicles that can still be used and two captured military trucks.

"The injured disciple got on the truck, and the rest took cars. The risk factor for the rest of the journey should be greatly reduced, and everyone can take a proper rest."

"Yes!"

As Zhou Linchen arranged the instructions to continue the journey, everyone nodded and replied.

Encountered large and small attacks and killings along the way. Whether in martial arts conferences or during escapes, Zhou Linchen, a powerful person, would deal with them all by himself. This also completely established Zhou Linchen's absolute voice in this team. right.

The convoy bypassed the shabby highway that had been blown up, got on the road from the other side, and drove all the way to Huainan in the south.

………………

More than half an hour after Zhou Linchen and his party left.

More than a dozen cars came one after another from a distance, and the one wrapped in the middle was a silver-white car. After arriving at the destination, two young men got out of it, one with a pale face and a gloomy appearance. The blond young man, the other is an acquaintance Patrick holding a thin sword.

"It seems that they still ran away, but it's a pity that they couldn't keep him." Patrick said softly, "Master Huo, it seems that the interceptor you sent is not strong enough."

Unlike Patrick who was relaxed, Huo Shuan had a stern look on his face at this time, "I couldn't contact the two mechas Tianqiu and Tianyuan. I thought they just didn't pay attention, but now it seems they have been killed."

"What's going on with Zhou Linchen?" Huo Shuan only received the order to intercept Zhou Linchen. In order to ensure nothing went wrong, he also sent two capable men from his direct lineage Mali. Unexpectedly, they died here, and even the mecha was completely destroyed and could not be recovered. .

"At least... he is also a master at the level of Quanmen Quansan." Patrick changed his words as if he thought of something.

Patrick knew in his heart that after Zhou Linchen fought with Quan San, Quan San was seriously injured and his arms were broken, and then he was rescued by a group of people from the Quan Sect.

Quan San was obviously targeting him, Sis, and Odis. Zhou Linchen was just a dark horse who broke out halfway. No one expected that Zhou Linchen could be evenly matched or even slightly better than Quan San.

Patrick also wanted to make friends with this unprecedented genius from the Baiyun Sect, but unexpectedly he learned the official news that Zhou Linchen helped the Fist Sect attack various sects in a blink of an eye.

He vaguely felt that there was a huge whirlpool of conspiracy inside, but he had no choice but to live with the light, otherwise the Sith who were imprisoned in the name of confinement would be his fate.

"I underestimated him..." Huo Shuan narrowed his eyes when he heard Patrick's answer and said calmly.

Looking at the messy battlefield and the obvious tire tracks in the mud next to it, Huo Shuan took out a communication device, walked to the side and whispered a few words before getting in the car and leaving.

Some of the remaining soldiers began to clean up the battlefield and carry out the aftermath of the battlefield.

………………    There is a long road in the middle of the yellow-green plain, undulating like a white painted ribbon, extending all the way to the end of the surface, where a red and yellow sun is slowly sinking.

A black convoy and two large military green trucks were driving on the road at a constant speed.

Two trucks, one behind the other, wrapped in a black convoy, sat cross-legged on the top of the truck. A figure sitting cross-legged was seen. His eyes were tightly closed, his muscles were tightly packed, his shoulders were high, and his chest was broad as he breathed in and out. He kept rising and falling, his slightly long black hair draped around his neck, giving him the air of a strong martial artist.

This person was none other than Zhou Linchen who escaped with everyone.

Zhou Linchen exhaled a turbid breath, slowly opened his eyes, and looked at the yellow-green plains that kept sweeping back around him. The breeze blew gently, and the wheat ears fell gently to one side. At a glance, they looked like the surface of the water. Ripples are like ripples.

"Huainan is right in front of you." Zhou Linchen could already feel a hint of familiarity from the surrounding architectural styles.

It was already the afternoon of the second day after they escaped from the encirclement. Except for stopping at a gas station and a medical station for a while, they were always on the road.

"I didn't expect that this martial arts competition would turn into what it is now, and he would become a wanted criminal in the federation..." Zhou Linchen, who chuckled lightly, felt that this world was really weird, and he obviously had a share in the attack by the fist sect. Power, now he has become an accomplice of Fist.

Although he didn't know exactly which step caused the problem, Zhou Linchen could guess that the federal government had reached some kind of agreement with the three major northern martial arts sects, and then deliberately framed him.

After successfully escaping from the fist, he, a martial arts master from the south, was the biggest fish in the encirclement, but his opponent obviously did not estimate his exact strength.

"The three major sects must know that I can deal with Kensan Chen Xiong, but the mechas they sent are only as powerful as this..."

There must be some parts that Zhou Linchen doesn't know about, but these are not important for now. The most important thing right now is to return to Huainan and collect all the secrets and techniques of the Southern Alliance to complete the final accumulation of Baiyun's secret martial arts potential.

When fighting Chen Xiong, Zhou Linchen could feel that Chen Xiong was already in a state of transformation. If Chen Xiong completed his transformation, he would definitely be Zhou Linchen's biggest opponent on Blue Star, so he must push forward as soon as possible. Baiyun Miwu reached the fifth level.

Thinking of this, Zhou Linchen felt unusually excited. This was a kind of expectation for an evenly matched opponent. Any true martial artist, especially a talented martial artist like him who had never been defeated, had absolute confidence in his own martial arts.

Although Zhou Linchen has risen very quickly, his love for martial arts is no weaker than anyone else!

"To protect everything, you rely on fists." Zhou Linchen sat on the roof of the car and whispered to himself.

Facing the unknown enemy ahead, the aura around Zhou Linchen slowly fell silent. Under this rare epiphany, he gradually understood his own heart deeply. The slowly growing belief became more and more prominent, "Only the strong can protect, and only the strong can be free. No matter what happens, as long as I am strong enough, everything will be solved.”

Zhou Linchen had been feeling a little gloomy about the many conspiracies he had encountered since the martial arts conference, but now he had figured it out.

The invisible haze in front of him was swept away, and Zhou Linchen's spiritual energy gathered again, as if breaking free from the shackles. Many martial arts mysteries that were previously unfathomable made rapid progress at this moment.

In just a few minutes, Zhou Linchen continued to improve the basic building of his Baiyun Miwu.

Just on the roof of the car, Zhou Linchen began to perform the tiger-crane starting position without feeling anything, practicing each move.

Punch!

Take action!

Lift your legs!

Cross kick!

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Zhou Linchen used increasingly faster moves, leaving vague afterimages in the air.

(End of this chapter)