Living with the Teacher: The Merry Student

Prince Long had the highest expectations for their performance.If the two fighter jets can't kill Zhao Zhengyang who is in the middle of the civil airliner, what face do they have to go back?More importantly, while Zhuo Yifan's method surprised them, they also became more determined to use this opportunity to hit him hard.

"Undead? It seems that you are doomed to tragedy!" Seeing that the two fighter jets did not intend to leave directly, Zhuo Yifan sneered again, and hummed lightly.

"Qin Yang, are we just going to follow like this? If we drag on, we will fly to the territory of Afghanistan. If the Afghan air force finds out, things will be very troublesome!" On a fighter jet, the young man went out to his companion. sound reminded.

"Don't worry. Zhuo Yifan does have some strength, and I didn't expect his top-grade magic weapon to be able to exert such power! It seems that the prince also made a mistake this time!" The young man named Qin Yang's tone sank coldly snorted.

"This is not an excuse for us to explain to the prince why we failed. We must find a way to kill Zhao Zhengyang!" The young man responded solemnly.

"Don't worry. We'll see how long Zhuo Yifan can last! No matter how powerful he is, he's still alone. Like the two blows just now, the consumption of true energy is beyond what you and I can imagine. Wait until he's exhausted Are you still capable of resisting our missiles?" Qin Yang reminded disapprovingly.

"You're right, this kid's true energy is always limited. When he can't hold on anymore, we'll do it!" Another young man heard the words, pondered for a while, and agreed to Qin Yang's proposal .

And Zhuo Yifan, who was standing on the landing gear, gradually became aware of the opponent's intentions.As the zhenqi in his body was rapidly consumed, he gradually felt powerless.If this goes on like this, within 10 minutes, his true energy will be depleted. At that time, as long as the opponent launches another missile, he may not even have the ability to make a move!

After thinking about it again and again, Zhuo Yifan recalled the blood spirit thorn back to his body with a thought.It's better to keep this thing in his body. For him, the current qi is already considered a luxury. He must preserve his strength to deal with the opponent's last missile.

"Huh? It seems that Zhuo Yifan is not a fool, he didn't plan to force us!" Qin Yang reminded his companion with a helpless tone at this time.

"Then what should we do? Otherwise, let's find a way to continue to consume him?" Another young man suggested with a sinking tone.

"What good idea do you have?" Qin Yang asked, apparently feeling that his companion's idea was feasible.Now only by consuming Zhuo Yifan's true energy as much as possible can the last missile hit the plane in front.

"Isn't he on the landing gear of that plane now? Let's go to the blind spot of his view and attack from the top down. When he is blind, let's see how he can stop us!" Another young man pondered for a moment , gives its own course of action.

Indeed, Zhuo Yifan's current position is the position below the belly of the plane.The top of the head is completely covered by the huge fuselage.If two fighter jets flew higher than the plane he was in, swooped down from above, and fired at the fuselage, Zhuo Yifan would definitely not be able to defend effectively because he couldn't see it, let alone counterattack!