"Then I'm lucky, haha." Ma Huang smiled proudly.

"Okay, don't be proud of yourself. Generally speaking, you can use this without any problem. The next step is to try to control your flight skills."

"Flying skills? Am I going to control it? How do I fly this thing?" Ma Huang asked in confusion.

"Yes, I will try my best not to help you control this armor in the future, and give you the control rights back. As for how to fly? This armor has five spray ports, which are on the palms of your hands, the soles of your feet and the back. The energy supply is provided by the crystal on your face. You can control the five spray ports with your mind. Do you want to try it?" No. 2 said, with a slight scent of instigation in his tone.

"Just try it, it sounds quite simple, hehehe!" Ma Huang began to try excitedly.

After Ma Huang stood up, he controlled his feet to spray with his mind. "Huh~" accompanied by a slight jet, a blue flame began to appear on the soles of Ma Huang's feet. Then Ma Huang tilted directly into the sky.

Ma Huang only felt the soles of his feet tremble slightly and then flew up, but Ma Huang looked down and found that his face was getting closer and closer to the ground.

"Damn!" Ma Huang only had time to exclaim, and began to rush to adjust his posture with his hands, but it was too late. Ma Huang felt that his nose was almost touching the ground.

There was no way, Ma Huang could only subconsciously close his eyes, "Bang! This~" After a violent friction between his face and the ground for a short distance, Ma Huang stopped gliding body.

"Oh! Ma Huang, your face is very useful. Without this mask, your face will probably be confused." As soon as Ma Huang stopped, No. 2's sarcasm began to sound in Ma Huang's ears.

"Ahem, it's normal to make mistakes occasionally." Ma Huang exonerated himself for a few words, then stood up again, preparing to do it again.

After Ma Huang stood up again, he began to try again. This time Ma Huang learned the essence. As soon as the foot jet was turned on, he immediately turned on the ejector of his hands to stabilize his posture.

Such Ma Huang barely stabilized his posture in the air, but Ma Huang could not control the output power of each jet port to make them balance, so Ma Huang cramped from time to time in the sky, twisting, like a caterpillar being mounted in the sky.

Suddenly, Ma Huang had an improper control, and the output power was adjusted too much, so he fell backwards and rushed to the ground at a very fast speed. Ma Huang hurriedly turned his palm down, increasing the output power to stabilize himself, but increasing the power here caused Ma Huang to directly change from a backward state to a face-down posture.

Also, because Ma Huang was not aware of closing the jet port on his feet, Ma Huang began to roll on the ground for more than ten times before stopping. It was Ma Huang who finally realized that he was going to close the foot jet, otherwise it would be possible to turn over dozens of times.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, your move is very difficult, I think of you." Sure enough, another wave of mockery from No. 2 penetrated Ma Huang's chest like a sharp sword.

Ma Huang stood up and shook his already dizzy head, and said angrily: "No. 2, you can stop talking when you watch the show, it has affected my operation."

"No!" No. 2 refused very roguely, and then played a big talk from Ma Huang before "Okay, I'll appreciate the majesty of imperial armor tonight. Wouldn't a person as smart as me just do it casually..."

When Ma Huang heard this, he felt ashamed.

"Damn it~, this little-minded person in No. 2 actually secretly recorded the audio for me. At first glance, he knew that I would do this. He was waiting to see me jokes, why are you so unethical?" Ten thousand ancient beasts roared by in Ma Huang's heart.

When he heard that No. 2 was turned off once, he still played it in a loop. Ma Huang couldn't help it and said awkwardly: "That No. 2, can it be turned off? Isn't this a blow to my confidence?"

"Strike your self-confidence? How could I hit you with such strong self-confidence? Hurry up and keep practicing. If I take this as accompaniment, you will learn it all at once."

Facing the sarcasm and sarcasm of No. 2, Ma Huang said angrily: "I'm wrong, can't I be wrong? You should close it quickly."

"No!" No. 2 still refused firmly.

"Big Boss, I'm really wrong. If you have a lot of sir, please shut it down quickly." Listening to the bold words that kept playing around, Ma Huang just wanted to travel back and strangle himself to death.

"No! Keep practicing, don't stop. If you practice too much, you will naturally learn it. And I think you are very skilled in your face and rolling down the ground."

No matter how Ma Huang begs No. 2 to die, he will not turn off his own sound of being beaten.

"Are you locked up?" Ma Huang saw that he had no hope of begging, and his voice began to rise.

"Not close!" No. 2 responded to two words.

When Ma Huang heard this, he directly rushed to No. 2 with a vicious dog, and subconsciously activated the spray ports of his hands and legs.

Four flames spewed out, and before Ma Huang could react, No. 2 knocked him down before he could react.

Ma Huang, who successfully knocked No. 2, was a little confused, "Oh! Is this a successful raid?" Ma Huang was muttering in his heart, and suddenly felt something was pressing under him. When he looked down, Ma Huang saw No. 2, whose anger value was about to explode.

When he saw the second face, many thoughts floated in Ma Huang's heart. The first one: This soft feeling is really unstoppable. The second one: Ma Huang, you beast, are you dirty thoughts in your mind. The third one: Damn, I might be cold.

"Is Ma Huang comfortable to press it? When are you going to press it?" No. 2's tone of speaking was very calm, especially the last word "Ah" was so light that it seemed to be acting cute. But Ma Huang felt that No. 2 was approaching the erupting volcano, and it was probably exploded with a slight slight flare.

Ma Huang thought that he would definitely not be able to get up at this time. He probably would have to be beaten to death even if he wore this armor.

"I can get up too, let's say it first. This is an accident. Don't be impulsive." Ma Huang began to give his life a protective talisman.

"Okay!" No. 2 said calmly.

"There is no guarantee, you swear!" Ma Huang felt unsafe and wanted to let No. 2 make a vow. Although it was useless, he felt safer in his heart.

However, as soon as Ma Huang finished speaking, Ma Huang saw the temple next to No. 2's head hopped, and felt that No. 2 could no longer suppress his anger.

Ma Huang's eyes suddenly turned dark. When he opened his eyes, he found that he had returned to the hotel in reality. But before a second, Ma Huang's eyes turned dark again and returned to the space of No. 2.

As soon as he saw this familiar white, Ma Huang felt cold and knew that he might be dying. Because he was about to enter again this time, the thorn snake armor on his body was gone, and No. 2 must be the rhythm of killing himself alive.

Ma Huang thought about it, and suddenly heard a "crack" sound. Ma Huang slowly turned his head and saw a black muzzle facing him.

"Gurgle!" Ma Huang swallowed, raised his hand and shouted, "Don't do it, just hit it, can you do it?"

"Boom!" There was only a cannon sound in response. Ma Huang felt that his whole body was burned and he lost consciousness, and then he saw him return to that space.

"No. 2, I have something to say..." Ma Huang was bombed to death and was resurrected before he finished speaking.

When he went back for the third time, Ma Huang said nothing and subconsciously closed his eyes, but found that there was no imagined sound of cannons. Ma Huang opened his eyes and found that a fist as big as a sandbag was already pressing against his nose. Then with a "bang!", Ma Huang's eyes were punched and directly hit Ma Huang Jinxing.

Ma Huang's eyes were closed subconsciously by a punch, and then he felt as if someone kicked him with one leg, and then his fist like a storm hit Ma Huang's body.

Ma Huang also accepted his fate as he saw the scene. He shrank into a ball and let these fists hit him. At least this was much better than blowing the cannon into ashes. All he could do now was Prayer No. 2's anger quickly disappeared. His control level was still half-baked!

"But? I just rushed over and recalled it. The control was so smooth. Why can I control it so well at this time? Am I really a beast..." Ma Huang was beaten while thinking about whether there was anything in his mind.
Chapter completed!