Variety shows are crazy but don't cause internal conflict; I'm proud to drive others crazy

Chapter 362 Old Deng is all laid down, how can the young people still sponge off their parents?
"what?!"

Minister Xuanwu was stunned for a long time.

I thought I had heard it wrong.

What fighter jet?

The others were also a little confused.

Minister Baihu was the first to react, recalling the online uproar from some time ago.

He couldn't help but come to Ye Shutong's side, staring blankly at the fighter jet that had appeared out of nowhere in the sky.

Although the fighter jet did not bear the logo of the Superpower Bureau, they had studied the Superpower Bureau for many years and were very familiar with its latest equipment. They could tell at a glance that it was a fighter jet developed by the Superpower Bureau.

"Is this a fighter jet from the Bureau of Supernatural Abilities?"

Minister Baihu nudged Ye Shutong with his arm and said, "Little Ye, didn't I tell you before that all those things on the internet were fabricated by the Supernatural Abilities Bureau?"

"Yes."

Ye Shutong calmly said, "This plane doesn't have the logo of the Superpower Bureau printed on it, so how can you just say it's a plane of the Superpower Bureau?"

"Then where did she come from?"

"I don't know," Ye Shutong said after thinking for a moment. "Maybe it was picked up by chance when I was out playing."

"..."

This is the latest fighter jet developed by the Superpower Bureau. It is said to be very powerful and can cooperate with the superpowers of various superpowered individuals, making it equivalent to a high-grade spiritual weapon!

It's the kind that can fight intelligently, just like a high-grade spiritual weapon with a spirit!

Among the old guys at the Huaxia Spiritual Energy Bureau, there are quite a few experts in weapon crafting.

However, no one has ever combined it with firearms, and in modern times, almost no one can forge a high-grade spiritual weapon with a weapon spirit. Everyone uses spiritual weapons passed down from ancient times.

The Psionic Bureau is very wary of the supernatural equipment researched by the Bureau, after all, they can't always rely on their past achievements and the magical artifacts passed down from their ancestors.

Recently, some people from the Psionic Bureau have also started to try to research thermal weapons that can be activated by psionic energy, but the results have not been very good.

Minister Baihu looked at the fighter jets circling in the sky, thought for a moment and said, "Although the Superpower Bureau's superpower equipment is strong, it still can't compare to the top-grade spiritual artifacts passed down from our ancestors."

The bronze mace in the hands of the Xuanwu brothers is a top-grade spiritual weapon passed down from the Zhou Dynasty, and they have even cultivated a Dharma form. Even the Azure Dragon is probably no match for them, let alone this little girl.

Ye Shutong looked up but didn't say anything.

She was observing Jiang Nanxi's fighter jet and vaguely saw several golden runes on its fuselage.

She recognized the talisman; she had seen it on Jiang Nanxi's new weapons.

So this fighter jet must have been modified by Jiang Nanxi herself, right?

Just as Ye Shutong was thinking this, she heard Minister Baihu say again, "Little Ye, this young lady in your department has good talent. Even Phoenix Fire has recognized her as its master, but she is still a bit too young."

Without the Phoenix Fire, she would have had no chance of winning against the Xuanwu brothers.

She actually dared to suggest not using Phoenix Fire! She's so young and arrogant, she doesn't know her own limitations!
Does she think everything from abroad is the best? Not necessarily. Our Chinese pinnacle is still cultivation techniques. The Xuanwu brothers have cultivated the Xuanwu Dharma Form; these fighter jets simply can't stop them.

Ye Shutong glanced at him and said, "It's not a fighter jet from the Superpower Bureau; she made it herself."

"what?"

Minister Baihu's expression froze.

What?
"You can make this yourself?" Before he could even process this information, another giant wave surged across the sea. Minister Xuanwu, wielding a bronze mace and standing on his Xuanwu Dharma Image, soared into the air, transforming into a water whirlwind that attacked the fighter jet.

"A fighter jet from the Bureau of Superpowers?"

Minister Xuanwu looked at the fighter jets in the sky and said disdainfully, "You have the nerve to bring out this kind of junk? Do you know why no one in the Psionic Bureau uses this kind of firearm?"

Even if the technology used by the Bureau of Supernatural Abilities is advanced, it can't compare to the magical artifacts crafted by our ancestors!
Moreover, we possess top-tier cultivation techniques. Faced with absolute power, even the most advanced features of this fighter jet are nothing but scrap metal!

Although some people within the Psionic Bureau are researching the combination of spiritual power and new weapons, most cultivators still look down on such a new combination.

Minister Xuanwu was one of them.

Jiang Nanxi possessed a powerful spiritual sense, allowing her to hear what Minister Xuanwu was saying even inside the fighter jet.

With one hand in her pocket and the other controlling the fighter jet, she casually spoke over the jet's loudspeaker, "Old Deng, times have changed, don't you understand?"

No wonder you can't beat Maisel, because you're all too arrogant and old-fashioned, you know?

If you ask me, all of you centenarians should go abroad for further studies, learn their advanced technologies, and then come back to improve your weapon-refining techniques. That way, the Spirit Energy Bureau can develop better and better.

In Country M, an old man in his seventies is still running for president. He's younger than you but more ambitious. You're over a hundred and already starting to give up. How can you be so shameless?

I really don't understand how you guys at your age can sleep! If you're all lying down, how are we young people supposed to mooch off our parents?

"...?"

Minister Xuanwu sneered, "You think you're qualified to teach me how to do things? You'll have to wait until you're alive to talk!"

There was a loud bang.

The enormous Xuanwu, formed by the flow of water, opened its gaping maw in the abyss and swallowed the fighter jets in the air.

next second.

The water flow transformed into a rapidly spinning vortex, within which gusts of wind blew, the powerful energy enough to shred any aircraft into dust.

Minister Xuanwu, holding a bronze mace, landed steadily on the deck from mid-air, coldly watching the whirlpool on the sea surface.

He raised his chin, glanced at Ye Shutong with disdain, and said, "No one can survive in this vortex. Go back and prepare for her funeral."

As for the bet between her and me, only you can fulfill it. I hope you will keep your word. From now on, the Vermilion Bird Division will be barred from participating in internal competitions!

Ye Shutong didn't say anything.

She continued to gaze at the towering vortex in the distance.

In the dim light, she saw a blinding golden light shining from within the towering vortex.

She then curled her lips and said, "You're probably saying that a little too soon."

Minister Xuanwu also sensed an unusual aura and quickly looked towards the Tongtian Vortex.

Suddenly, a fighter jet burst out from the depths of the vortex, its body enveloped in a golden barrier.

The fighter jet not only remained undamaged, but its speed increased rapidly, like a golden cannonball.

Before long, the fighter jets burst out of the swirling vortex and arrived above the cruise ship.

boom--!
A golden laser beam descended from the sky and struck Minister Xuanwu precisely before any other reaction could be made.

Bang bang bang!
Minister Xuanwu was instantly thrown into the sea, the deck of the cruise ship was shattered into powder, and obvious cracks appeared on the entire cruise ship.

Minister Baihu's expression changed drastically. "Oh no! The cruise ship is about to explode! Everyone, quickly escape the cruise ship on your swords!"