Global high martial arts: My martial arts is actively cultivated

"Senior Ning, you are exhausted!

Luo Qin walked over quickly, took out a handkerchief from his breast pocket, and said, "Let me wipe your sweat..."

Not finished.

Luo Qin's red lips parted slightly, her voice stuck in her throat.

I saw that Ning Chuan, who jumped out of the cabin, breathed steadily, his handsome face was fair and clean, without a drop of sweat.

Everyone at the scene was also speechless and looked at each other.

This level of physical strength is beyond their cognition.

Ning Chuan, it feels like an abyss, the bottom cannot be seen at all.

Chapter 151 Good dance, full of ashes, bad dance, a box of ashes

With the support of two mecha masters, Chu Ange barely stood up.

Panting heavily, he took out a stick of Hai Long's blood, looked reluctantly at it, handed it to Ning Chuan, and said, "I...I admit defeat!"

Ning Chuan turned his palm, playing with Hai Long's blood, and said with a light smile, "Do you want to continue betting?"

"No more gambling! No more gambling!"

Chu Ange cried and said, "This is my last piece of Hai Long's blood."

Hearing this, Ning Chuan smiled silently, uncorked the bottle, raised his head and drank the blood of Hai Long in his hand.

A blue-gold dragon pattern immediately emerged.

In my mind, a long-lost reminder sounded.

"The vajra body sensed the dragon blood factor, and the heart was excited, and the speed of cultivation skyrocketed!"

"The vajra body is expected to exhaust the dragon blood factor in 2 hours!"

With a wave of his hand, Ning Chuan threw the empty bottle into the trash can next to him, then turned around and returned to the cabin, driving the Wind Hunter to run and practice.

The pressure gradually decreased bit by bit.

Seeing this, everyone in the training ground did not leave, and looked at the running Wind Hunter curiously.

They wanted to know where the limit of Ning Chuan's physical strength was.

This wait is midnight.

The wind hunter's speed began to decrease and stopped.

"About 8 hours!"

Chu Ange glanced at his watch, and said in a deep voice: "Considering the intensity of the pressure Colonel Ning is under, his physical strength is nearly a hundred times that of ours!"

"It makes people desperate. With the same strength, no one will be the opponent of Senior Colonel Ning!"

"Undoubtedly, Senior Colonel Ning will become the brightest supernova in the mecha battle in August!"

Many people lamented that Ning Chuan was terrifying.

however.

The next moment, everyone's expression became astonished.

hum!

The hatch opens.

Ning Chuan jumped off the mech, with beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.

However, his breathing was still extremely steady, without any disturbance.

"The energy in the wind hunter's original force array is exhausted, please repair it."

Ning Chuan said, changed to a beast-shaped mecha, and ran again.

"Why don't I have a long memory, Colonel Ning has no limit!"

"Let's go, we can't survive him!"

The noisy sound flooded the training ground.

Silent all night.

The next day.

Ning Chuan trained all night without rest. After a brief wash, he followed Chu Ange to learn mecha driving skills.

"Today, it is to reduce the pressure when the mecha raises its arms."

Chu Ange said.

Day three.

Ning Chuan began to learn how to reduce the load of the mecha when it swung its elbow.

Fourth day.

Day [-]...

a.

Ning Chuan's three-star senior mech master certificate has not yet come out, so he took another level assessment test.

Wu Xuewei is 3.1 percent.

Four-star mech master!

……

Woo!

[-] meters in the sky.

A black-painted transport plane opened the hatch, and the icy wind howled in. Ning Chuan's black hair fluttered, but his figure was as steady as a rock.

"Colonel Ning, you will definitely be able to pilot a sky mech in the future, and you need to master the skills of fighting in the air!" Chu Ange urged the force, speaking loudly, overshadowing the wind, and said: "There is a huge difference between air combat and ground combat." It's so big that people can't borrow force from the ground."

"We started by jumping off the plane and getting used to the feeling of being in the air."

Chu Ange said.

Ning Chuan nodded: "Okay."

"Colonel Ning, are you not nervous?"

Zhao Xiujia stood by the hatch, looking at the base as big as an ant, his tongue was dry.

He, along with more than a dozen other mid-level mech masters, will also participate in aerial combat training.

Basically, they will not be able to become ace mech masters in the future.

However, in addition to sky-level mechas, some ordinary mechas, such as the Wind Hunter, also have the ability to defend against the sky, but they are much weaker in terms of flight speed and time.

"This is not skydiving training, we don't have a parachute!" Zhao Xiujia reminded Ning Chuan, "When landing, you can only use the original force to slow down!"

Ning Chuan thought for a while, then said with a light smile, "Don't worry, if you dance well, you'll be splashed with ashes."

"Then it's not good to dance?"

Zhao Xiujia asked subconsciously.

"I can't dance well, a box of ashes."

Ning Chuan grinned, stretched his body, and jumped down from a height of [-] meters.

Zhao Xiujia: "..."

The air combat training lasted for three days, and Ning Chuan had initially mastered it, and was able to fly the Wind Hunter to fight.

The days passed by.

Ning Chuan's life in the No.20 Seventh Army was monotonous and fulfilling.

In the morning, learn the theoretical knowledge of driving a mecha.

In the afternoon and evening, practice driving a mecha.

Rarely take a break once a week.

All nights became the norm.

Naturally, with such hard work, the progress is rapid.

In addition, Ning Chuan would set aside a certain amount of time every day to cultivate divine weapons.

The sharp energy consumes billions of dollars a day.

Time passes like water.

The latitude at which the sun shines is constantly moving northward.

The weather is getting hotter.

In the blink of an eye, July has come to an end amidst the noisy chirping of cicadas.

Summer is coming.

7 month 31 number.

Capital Region, Military Headquarters.

Mecha division qualification certificate distribution office.

This is the civilian department, and most of the workers working here are female soldiers who are serving in the military. They are mainly responsible for auditing, testing, and issuing mecha division level certificates.

At this moment, Yingying Yanyan's laughter echoed in the office.

"Cheng Yan, don't quibble, I saw it with my own eyes this morning, your photo on the certificate!"

"So what if we kissed, you guys even took pictures and licked the screen!"

"I used his photo to cure my sister's puppy love!"

More than a dozen young female soldiers gathered together, laughing at each other, looking at a certificate on the table.

At this time, the middle-aged supervisor stepped in, saw the situation and laughed and cursed: "Don't look at it, quickly package it and send it to the No.20 Seventh Army."