Rebirth of the first interstellar empress

The girl was surprised at first. She thought that even if it was the first time for the guests to watch the game, they would at least know about the biggest event in the simulation world, but judging from Nan Jing's reaction, he really didn't know anything about it.

There are still such people?

"The Mech Alliance is a union of mech operators, and the Ancient Martial Arts Alliance is a union of ancient martial artists. Any account registered in the simulation world can apply for participation. Of course, you must pass the assessment to enter. Every year at this time, there will be a Play in the square." The guiding girl explained enthusiastically and patiently.

Nan Jing remembered the "mixed match" that Yun Jinghan said before, and asked blurted out: "Could it be a mixed match between mecha control and ancient martial arts?"

The girl nodded and said with a smile: "Ah, it seems that you don't understand at all."

This is not scientific!

Nan Jing's whole person is Sparta, which is unbelievable.

Gu Wu has always been regarded as a tasteless existence, not only in the Sifal Military Academy, but also in the entire Galactic Empire.

The thriving mechs, due to the convenience of mechanized operations and the development of high-tech, have been widely used in actual combat, and they are already the strongest combat power in the empire.

No matter how good the ancient martial arts are practiced, so what?

Still can't fly in the air?

Isn't it blasting a scum under the laser cannon?

A fragile body has always been in a weak position compared to a cold and hard machine.

Such an unscientific and unrealistic mixed game really aroused great interest of Nanjing-what kind of exciting scene is the confrontation between man and machine?

After turning a few corners and passing through a few doors identified by pupils, Nan Jing, led by the guide, came to a big house.

It is said to be a big room, but it is actually an enclosed corridor with very good sound insulation. The decoration is high-end, the environment is quiet, and the air still exudes a sweet smell.

There are potted flowers in bloom on the wall, and the side near the playing field is a whole floor-to-ceiling window. The glass has been wiped as transparent as air. If you can't hear the noise outside, you may think that the glass in front of you doesn't exist.

Looking around, the field of vision through the glass windows is clear, and the stadium can be seen clearly at close range. The people in the stands in the distance are densely packed like small black spots.

And there are soft and comfortable sofas by the window, there are single ones and long ones, and there are already people sitting in twos and threes.

When Nan Jing came in, several people turned their heads.

In a realistic world where everyone tries their best to set the characters in a perfect direction, seeing an ordinary face is already one of the few.

And Nan Jing's face really refreshed the lower limit of everyone's image perception.

In a long corridor, the seats were scattered. Nan Jing's entry did not attract attention. A few of them took a look at him and then withdrew their attention, continuing to chat and laugh happily.

But a few of them looked at this unremarkable boy calmly.

They all had the same idea in their hearts—those who dared to use this appearance were either too confident in their true appearance, or they wanted to avoid attracting attention from others.

Rookies who are willing to spend 5000 in ordinary games are rare. This young man is deliberately lowering his sense of presence, but it has aroused the curiosity of some people. Someone has already asked his subordinates to secretly check the information of Nanjing to see where it is. The young master of the family.

If they knew that Nan Jing's appearance was just a trouble, and they made one immediately, and it was just a mistake to come to the first-class seat to watch the game, they would probably vomit blood collectively.

The guiding girl took Nan Jing to a single sofa, pointed to the buttons on the small coffee table next to her, explained their functions, and then left.

Nan Jing curiously pressed a small red button, and an electronic eye appeared on the coffee table.The electronic eye turned left and right, and finally stopped facing the south mirror.

"Dear guest, what drink do you want?" The electronic eye made a voice.

It turned out to be a service robot.

Nan Jing thought for a while and said, "Have a glass of water."

The electronic eyes flashed red, but did not move.

how?Is there something wrong with this command?

While staring at Electronic Eye, Nan Jing heard a "ding" sound on the terminal. He looked down and saw the prompt "Yunkaiwusan added you as a friend".

Immediately afterwards, Yun Jinghan's voice was heard from far and near——

"You're so stupid that you've come here and you must slaughter them in accordance with the principle of drinking them and eating them. There is no one who only orders water like you. If all the guests are like you, they will laugh their asses out! At least it must be tea, right?"

In the quiet corridor, everyone looked sideways.

As a member of the crowd, Nan Jing really wanted to reduce his sense of existence to zero, but Yun Jinghan, who came running and brought a gust of wind, obviously didn't give him this chance.

Yun Jinghan patted him on the shoulder familiarly, and smiled, "Is it you in Nanyou Qiaomu? I saw it when you came in, but your face is too easy to be ignored. I thought about it for a long time before thinking about it." Wake up who you are."

Obviously Yun Jinghan is a regular visitor here, and the others didn't say much when they saw him, they just didn't understand how this young master was so familiar with this newcomer who had never seen him before.

Nan Jing smiled kindly at him, but he was actually thinking about what he looked like.

It doesn't matter if you think about it, not to mention that it took Yun Jinghan a long time to remember it, even he himself has already forgotten his own appearance.

Yun Jinghan self-ignored and systematically blocked the meaningful eyes coming from all directions, and pressed all the buttons on the small coffee table on his own initiative, and ordered a lot of food and drink without humility. Mirror was in a cold sweat.

My God, so many things are not enough for a table, right?

"Have you eaten yet?" Nan Jing finally couldn't help asking.

"Of course I can eat." Yun Jinghan is full of confidence: "Anyway, eating the food in the virtual world will at most make the virtual me feel, but the real body doesn't feel full at all. Ahhh, here comes the delicious food !I love you all!"

Ever since Yun Jinghan ate a meal, he was so full that he ate two boxes of digestion tablets before he lost his appetite, Yun Tianyi began to strictly control the quantity of his food.

Yun Jinghan, who can't satisfy his appetite in real life, can only indulge in the virtual world, which is quite pitiful to say the least.

Yun Jinghan rarely saw an acquaintance (acquaintance), so he squeezed on the sofa with Nan Jing, happily stuffing cakes into his mouth and said: "Today is the last selection match for rookies and the only one. A challenge match. A few days ago, I heard that the No. 12 season has killed a few dark horses, which is much better than the previous All-Stars. There are also two people who have won 2 games in a row and controlled each game to [-] minutes. Inner...Young Master Qieben doesn't believe it, I want to see if it's a bragging."

Even if I have been to Nanjing in the real world, I will go to the library to read books and check information or practice in the free laboratory. It is the first time I have come to the dome, and I don’t know anything about the game.

"Is it fair for Guwu and Mecha to compete together?" Nan Jing became even more suspicious.

"Don't underestimate ancient martial artists."

Yun Jinghan stuffed his mouth full of food and made room for a mouth full of guns, and made sure not to spray garbage, which can be regarded as gaining experience.

"After Gu Wu has been trained to a certain level, it is much more powerful than mechas. No matter how powerful a mecha is, it needs human control. The speed of the trumpet with mental power is much faster than the speed of Gu Wu's trumpet. Wait for the controller's If the mental power is completely consumed, you can only wait to be abused. And there is another biggest shortcoming of the mecha, which cannot be made up by the current SSS level mecha."

When he said this, Yun Jinghan deliberately stopped, and winked at Nan Jing playfully, with an expression of "come and ask me, come and ask me".

But Nan Jing was already immersed in the information Yun Jinghan revealed, and he didn't seriously recognize the deep meaning in Yun Jinghan's expression at all, which disappointed the other party and continued to fight with the food.

Nan Jing thought carefully about Yun Jinghan's words, and after a while, he suddenly realized, and his heart was a little excited.

Nowadays, mechs have a very big flaw that is well known, that is, it consumes a lot of mental power of the operator.

Often when a mecha participates in a battle, the fatigue of the operator always explodes before the fuel is exhausted, causing the mecha to frequently change the pilot.

And another irreparable defect, perhaps not conspicuous or even an advantage in other battles, but it has become a great disadvantage in the battle against ancient martial artists-flexibility.

Even miniature mechs are at least four or five meters high. Iron armor made of steel and iron bones is of course flexible compared with battleships and spaceships, but compared with real people, it is much lacking. After all People can jump on the shoulders of mechas, but it is impossible for mechas to jump on people's shoulders—it can only be crushed all at once.

There are benefits to being small.

However, I dare to do this in the virtual world. Anyway, in the virtual world, even if someone is bombarded by the mecha, it will only hurt for a while. Blast into slag, it doesn't even hurt.

But in the real world, once an accident occurs, it is either dead or injured.

The simulation world is better than the simulation world, and Nan Jing suddenly felt a little itchy. He began to consider whether he should also learn ancient martial arts to try?

Although he is interested in mechas, his wealth is not enough to support him to get a virtual mecha - 0 balance!

Poor people are just inhumane.