Yu Weiwei smiled and said.
"Huh?"
Qin Shi was quite stunned.
Doesn't that mean Old Zhang was driving without a license?
"The Martial Arts Path relies on fate to choose the Divine Machine Armor, the standard issue of the battle group doesn't suit them. As a military academy instructor would say, 'Those brutish warriors have no finesse, no foreplay, they just use their life force to crudely seize control!'"
As Yu Weiwei spoke to the end, she felt a bit embarrassed.
"Junior Brother Qin, you've also broken the tradition of driving a Divine Machine in the Martial Arts Path. If Eighth Junior Sister were here, she'd definitely praise you as the best pilot in the Martial Arts Path, and the most capable martial artist in the Mechanical Path."
Qin Shi finished a can of level five energy liquid, still wanting more.
After finishing the drive, his cultivation furnace felt empty, as if his mechanical soul had been hollowed out.
This feeling had not occurred for a long time.
