Chapter Forty-fifth: Simulating the Ultimate Control Soldier
"Why isn't it the best?"
Jun Mo didn't move and asked weakly.
In the belly of the giant tree, Jun Mo collected more than a dozen control soldiers, including two high-grade control soldiers. Most of the other ten were mid- to high-level generals, and there were even three king soldiers. He was the only one who did not serve as a control master.
, you can use the best troop control at this stage.
Excellent troop control!
Once he has it, even if he is faced with some control masters of equal or even higher strength, Jun Mo can even directly defeat the opponent by relying on his advantage in the control level.
"Excellent troop control?"
An invisible light flashed in Jun Tianfang's eyes, he nodded and smiled: "Of course, if you can really simulate it, dad won't be afraid of you taking it!"
With that said, Jun Tian let go and shook his hand, and dozens of top-quality control soldiers appeared in the air like flowing water. With great splendor, they immediately suppressed the previous batch of mid-grade and high-grade control soldiers to death.
"Hey! That's right,"
Jun Mo was overjoyed. With a move of his hand, he spotted a set of top-notch weapon control consisting of twelve dark red seven-inch short arrows. He grabbed it in his hand and put it in his bag.
"Wait!" Jun Tianfang suddenly shouted.
"What? Dad, you regret it."
Jun Mo was suddenly startled by his father. Seeing that the top-grade soldier control he had obtained was about to fly away, he couldn't help blurting out.
"fart!"
Jun Tianda was so angry that he almost slapped Jun Mo: "I have something to say first. You have to show it to me and me before this thing belongs to you!"
"This is not easy!"
Jun Mo looked carefree, holding six dark red short arrows in each hand, and raised them gently.
The peak mental power of the two-star controller spurted out from the palm of his hand and rushed towards the short arrow. Through the short arrow, twelve identical long arrows of mental power were simulated.
In the blink of an eye, twelve dark red arrows three feet long and as thick as a thumb were visualized by Jun Mo. They floated out of thin air in front of the shocked Jun Tianfang and Mr. Jun. They exuded a fierce and bloodthirsty aura, as if
Penetrate everything in front of you.
"Excellent troop control, the mental effort is really extraordinary!"
Jun Mo let out a breath and quickly calculated the mental effort required to imitate these twelve long arrows.
Two percent!
It took him almost 20% of his effort to successfully form this set of top-notch weapon control consisting of twelve long arrows!
Fortunately, it is only a simulation. If he really wants to attack, with Jun Mo's meager mental energy, he can only shoot one arrow from this set of top-notch weapon control, and all his mental energy will be consumed.
"Okay! This set of "Dark Blood" is yours!"
Mr. Jun's eyes were filled with tears. After a while, he suddenly slapped his thigh. Regardless of his son's feelings, he slapped his grandson directly.
"Thank you grandpa!"
Jun Mo grinned and realized that this set of twelve short dark red arrows was called "Dark Blood". Then he turned his hand and directly put the "Dark Blood" into the heart knot space, and in mid-air, he was struck by the force of his mind.
The simulated long arrow also disappeared out of thin air.
"Dad, can I choose a few more?"
Jun Mo was still unfinished, thinking that if this continued, he would be able to choose at least four top-quality troop control, attack, defense, and escape, and equip them directly.
"No need to choose!"
Mr. Jun suddenly waved his hand, and a seven-foot sword dripping with blood, a pair of dark gold leather boots specially used for running, and a piece of golden silk soft armor fell through the air into Jun Mo's hands. They were all top-notch weapon control!
"These guys are enough to make your kid burn for a while!"
"Thank you grandpa!"
Jun Mo was overjoyed. Looking at the old man with a strange expression, his heart warmed up. Sure enough, the old man understood his own heart best!
"You little bastard, take these soldiers with you just in case you need them!"
Jun Tianfang, who looked helpless, shook his head, and with a casual wave of his hand, dozens of control soldiers turned into streams of light and fell into Jun Mo's hands.
"Thank you dad!"
Jun Mo felt warm in his heart. These control soldiers were all in groups of four, with two sets for attack, one for defense, and one for escape. There were two sets each for mid-level and high-level. Dad was not willing to lag behind. He imitated the old man and started to pile up equipment.
, now I am finally armed to the teeth.
"Thank you, get out of here!"
The old man glared and waved his hands: "You can find a place to practice by yourself. If you lose in ten days, it will be too embarrassing. I will hand all these things back to you!"
"No hurry, no rush!"
Jun Mo waved his hands repeatedly and said with a smile: "Grandpa, dad, this business has just begun!"
"Business? What's the business, you little bastard?"
The old man puffed his beard and stared, raising his hand ready to slap him.
"hey-hey!"
Jun Mo grinned, and then rolled up his big hand. With his heart rippling, beast pills appeared in the air like flowing water, no less than a thousand of them.
"This is... you actually killed such a ferocious beast!"
The eyes of the old man and Jun Tianfang almost popped out of his head, and the old man even roared: "They are all five-star and six-star beast elixirs comparable to those of a general! How is that possible?"
"Um...Old man, after you left, I accidentally bumped into a four-winged flying tiger. As a result, I accidentally slipped and fell into a cave while running and crawling. Then I found that there were beast pills everywhere. It happened that my senior brother found me, so
I thought, naturally I would bring such a good thing back to strengthen my Jun family, so I asked my senior brother to grab dozens of dragon horses and bring them back, and that was it, you know."
Jun Mo was talking nonsense without even blushing.
Originally, Jun Mo planned to throw out tens of thousands of beast pills to strengthen the Jun family, but in the end he was worried that the effort might be too big and too shocking, so he deliberately reduced it to a thousand, and then used Xiong Xiaomeng, a cheap elder brother, as a shield.
The matter of the dragon horse is also explained at the same time, which can be said to kill two birds with one stone.
In fact, a mere thousand five- and six-star beast pills are just a very small part of Xiaoxing's huge snack store, but for the current Jun family, it is an extremely huge windfall. If used properly, it can make the Jun family's strength skyrocket
More than double.
"Fart! You can pick this thing up if you slip up!" Jun Tianfang shouted without hesitation.
"Tianfang!"
The old man glared and looked at his son with dissatisfaction: "Mo'er has profound blessings and countless opportunities. You can accept it as long as you accept it. There is so much nonsense!"
"Dad, you are right!"
Jun Tianfang nodded repeatedly, waved his hand, and accepted all the beast pills.
"Grandpa, let's get down to business now!"
Jun Mo looked at Mr. Jun, his eyes flashing: "Were those old bastards who hurt you who are still alive?"
"Is this what you mean?"
Jun Tianfang was stunned for a moment, his face suddenly turned red, he slapped his hand on the table and shouted: "Nonsense, who the hell told you!"
"Mo'er!"
Jun Tianfang's expression also changed, and he shouted in a low voice: "Grandpa's matters are not something you can consider now!"
"Grandpa! Dad! Don't be so impulsive, okay?"
Jun Mo suddenly grinned: "Did my senior brother ask me to ask this?"
"Ahem! Ahem!"
The old man suddenly choked on his breath, coughed violently, and even the corners of his mouth overflowed with dark red blood. It was obvious that the coughing had affected his internal injuries, and he was not healed as he seemed on the outside.
"grandfather!"
"father!"
Jun Mo and Jun Tianfang were both startled, and Jun Tianfang hurriedly waved his hand, sending it towards the old man's body with all his effort.
"It's a small thing, it doesn't matter!"
The old man stretched out his hand to push away Jun Tianfang's hand and looked at Jun Mo, his eyes shining as never before:
"Mo'er, tell grandpa and your father, what does your senior brother mean by asking this?"
ps: Today, Monday, there will be three updates as usual. This is how the reputation of the city lord is determined in three or five chapters at regular intervals and quantitatively.