There are three slopes within a radius of ten miles, and the scenery is hard to describe in words.

At the bottom of the slope, Mr. Song, Fan Xi, Mo Lan, and more than 500 Mohist disciples looked up at the young giant at the top of the slope.

But the young master Mo Yu was looking up at Brother Liu who was on the fourth slope.

With the help of the loud noise of the ice coffin formation and the cover of the white fog, Liu Di quietly built the fourth slope out of thin air.

Above all else.

It can be described in one word: the devil is one foot high, but the Tao is ten feet higher.

Mr. Song secretly counted in his mind.

A black metal sword split the sea of ​​clouds.

Transform into lightning and penetrate hundreds of shields.

Monsters fell from the sky and threw the Mohist beasts all over the sky.

The strange smoke directly swallowed up the entire Mo family mechanical city.

He walked out of Ye Yun's psychedelic flower garden safely and at the same time completed the replacement of his real body with his fake one.

Now he can control the dunes again Mr. Song doesn't understand and can't figure it out.

Inexplicably shocked.

How many abilities does he have, and what is the upper limit of these abilities? Moreover, this also includes an incomprehensible level of technology.

Mr. Song's eyes moved slightly.

Brother Liu hid it too deeply.

It is hard to imagine how much unknown power he has hidden, or, given time, to what extent he can develop? After Mr. Song was extremely shocked, his thoughts calmed down, and an idea suddenly popped up in his mind: Brother Liu is not a force that this world can conquer, but a force that can conquer this world.

The next moment.

A flash of lightning flashed through Mr. Song's mind, and his eyes became horrified again.

He thought about what that familiar feeling that had arisen in his mind after witnessing Brother Liu crushing the Mohists step by step was.

It's from Rep! This is how Rep felt when he witnessed the modernization exercise!

Mr. Song realized it later. He once thought that Lei Pu was a clown! Now he realized that after standing on the opposite side of Liu Di, no one could escape becoming a clown!

Mr. Song finally understood what empathy meant.

It’s not easy for him.

Zhang Mofeng was holding a brush in his mouth at this time, and his mouth was full of ink.

He tried to find the perfect word to describe the scene before him, and muttered: "Three slopes up three slopes, and finally a fourth slope, one surprise after another, my head hurts from trying to think of words, my head hurts, my head hurts."

Queen Oya had a cold expression, but once she looked at the man in white.

A hint of admiration would emerge uncontrollably in those narrow and beautiful eyes.

This man has so many tricks.

At this time, there were several people at the bottom of the slope.

They no longer cared whether Liu Di could win or not. In their subconscious, a concept had been deeply rooted, that is - Liu Di would never lose.

Therefore, what they were more curious about at this time was what methods the young Mohist leader could use to resist Liu Di.

At the top of the slope, Mo Yu, the leader of the Mohist school, dressed in white, gradually frowned.

“Hehehe”

He suddenly laughed softly, "You mean, you are extraordinary, and I am ambiguous?"

“Neither!”

"You didn't read that word wrong. You did reach the top of the mountain before the incense burned out."

"But so what?"

"I'm telling you now."

"The idiom on the incense is - illegality is always acceptable!"

As Mo Yu spoke, he suddenly took a step forward, but the bottom of his white cloth shoes was glowing with blue light, and he seemed to be stepping on a void staircase, climbing higher and higher step by step.

Brother Liu had seen this kind of technology before. Mo Lan, the Mohist disciple who was guarding Mr. Song, had used it when fighting against Noah.

They have some kind of device hidden in their shoes that releases an electromagnetic force field that defies gravity.

Mo Yu still had his hands hidden in his wide sleeves, clasped in front of his chest, his body continued to rise, his white robe fluttering, his long hair floating, he looked handsome and elegant, and had a bit of an immortal air.

"Illegal is always acceptable. Law means to regard it as a model or rule! Always acceptable means a long-standing custom that has been recognized by people! This word means not to regard conventional practices as a permanent model!"

Mo Yu said loudly as he took a step forward.

The people at the bottom of the slope watched from afar, and thought that he was going to confront Liu Di, but they saw that he actually came to the huge sculpture of Mozi, and stood in the void at the same level as Mozi's shoulders.

Liu Di nodded slowly, "You are going against the Mohist ideology of 'sticking to the old ways'."

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"Violation?"

"hehe."

“How can there be new changes without violating old ideas?”

Mo Yu said this, and suddenly narrowed his eyes, "Liu Shizi, do you have a mecha?"

He said.

There was a rumbling sound in the air, and the 30-meter-high Mozi statue suddenly cracked! It turned out that the statue was not made of copper, but a layer of hard copper-colored clay was attached to the surface.

Crack, crack In a flash, the bronze statue was covered with cracks, and large pieces of the surface began to fall off and fell to the ground, shattering like porcelain! Not long after, the true form of the bronze statue was revealed! It turned out to be a dark silver battle armor, standing under the white clouds, three to the top of the slope!

Behind this mech, there was a black cape fluttering in the wind, covering hundreds of square meters. The cane in its hand turned into a 20-meter-long sword with a tip that reached the ground and a restrained edge! The whole body was sharp and had an amazing momentum.

A mechanical demon.

Mo Yu raised his head, "Your little robot is called Di Qi, and my mecha is called Mo Zi."

Brother Liu felt awe-inspiring.

He was not amazed by the majestic mecha, but was surprised by Mo Yu's behavior.

He actually dared to hide the machine in the sculpture of the ancestor, and even dared to give the machine the same name as the ancestor? I wonder if this is a kind of disrespect for the perverse behavior?

In an instant, Brother Liu understood.

The young man in white robes in front of him was elected as the ninth generation leader of the Mohist School. Was it not because of his thoughts? Did he dare to abandon the Mohist School's thoughts for many years, give up the old ways, and strive for innovation?

Too.

If ideas remain unchanged for thousands of years, they will ultimately restrict development. Major reforms in history have all come from new people with radical ideas.

"hehe."

Brother Liu put his hands behind his back and smiled, "What a beautiful black jade."

"Do you have a mecha?"

Mo Yu asked again.

Liu Di shook his head, "No."

"Then I'll use this mecha to hit you."

Mo Yu raised his hand, and the hatch on the chest of the mecha opened. He walked in slowly, and the hatch closed again.

Brother Liu watched quietly.

If he had been punched down before Mo Yu entered the mecha, it would have been really embarrassing for Mo Yu.

never mind.

Let us keep a line today so that we can meet again someday.