The morning sun rises slowly, and an orange-red laurel crown appears in the sky.
In the room, Lin Tian was lying on the hospital bed and fell into a coma.
Within his consciousness, the scarlet elven fire became more and more powerful and hotter.
Just like the mountain of tibia, the blood stains he left behind have soaked into the mountain, forming a deep mark.
"rise!"
Following Cang Nitian's low shout sounded.
Boom!
The entire Tibia Mountain trembled, as if the earth's veins were being uprooted at this moment, and the entire Demon Family trembled violently.
Pei Ning and Li Baiyi hid in the space and watched this scene quietly.
"My mother once said that every race has its own problems. I originally thought that the Gods, as a declining race, already had many problems, but the human race seems to be very serious as well."
At this moment, the two of them had walked out of the room where Lin Tian was. Pei Ning looked at the trembling tibia mountain below quietly and said.
"What is the problem?"
Li Baiyi smiled slightly and looked at his daughter.
Pei Ning flashed her eyes, glanced at the villa area below and said:
"What Lin Tian did was the right thing. Not only did his own clan not support him, but...he took away the fuel from the bottom of the cauldron."
Li Baiyi nodded and said with a slight smile:
“But Lin Tian also brings danger, doesn’t he?
The human race is like a ship drifting on the ocean. It wants to go to the end of the other shore, but it is also worried that driving too fast will cause bumps and the ship will capsize. "
Pei Ning blinked her beautiful eyes and looked at her father like this:
"Father, won't you take action?"
"If I take action, who should I help? Your father and I are still the Martial Saint of the Martial Arts Department." Li Baiyi chuckled lightly, touched Pei Ning's head, and smiled lightly.
at the same time.
"slow!"
An indifferent voice resounded.
On the ground, an uproar instantly resounded, and a young man wearing silver armor appeared at the foot of Tibia Mountain.
The young man has a handsome appearance, his pupils are shining with golden light, and his aura is extremely domineering and powerful.
"Um?"
High in the sky, Cang Nitian looked calmly at the golden-eyed young man at the foot of the mountain, with a trace of appraising look in his eyes.
Immediately afterwards, Cang Nitian no longer paid attention to the other party and said calmly:
"If the Martial Arts Department blocks its actions, no matter who it is, everyone will be punished!"
His voice was indifferent but like divine punishment. He didn't give Jiang Daoheng a chance to speak and insisted on taking Shan Gushan away.
"Cang Nitian, can you give me some face?"
A faint laugh sounded from Cang Nitian's ears.
Cang Nitian's dark color trembled, and he looked towards the empty space. There was nothing there, but there was a strange power coming from it.
"Chengfeng Martial Saint!"
Cang Nitian's eyes trembled, and now his expression changed when he looked at Jiang Daoheng again.
"Who are you?"
Cang Nitian looked at the young man and asked.
At this moment, in the live broadcast room, everyone in the Yao family looked at Jiang Daoheng curiously.
They all wanted to know who this young man with golden eyes was.
"My name is Jiang Daoheng, my ancestor is the King of Xinjiang, Martial Saint, and my teacher is Zhao Huanhuang, Martial Saint Chengfeng!"
Jiang Daoheng spoke quietly, his eyes indifferent.
In an instant, the surroundings suddenly became quiet.
Jiang Daoheng suddenly said the names of two Martial Saints and one Martial Saint, which shocked everyone.
Even Cang Nitian's expression changed drastically.
He had heard that Zhao Huanhuang might have an apprentice, but he didn't expect it to be true.
The other party is also a descendant of the King of Xinjiang Martial Saint, and even the Martial Saint Chengfeng is his master.
All of a sudden, everyone in the live broadcast room was stunned.
"No, is it true? Someone was really born in Rome?"
"It's unimaginable that Your Majesty Zhao Huanhuang can tutor a disciple together with another person."
"He's talking nonsense, right? He should be talking nonsense."
"With such resources, he should be a truly extraordinary genius."
…………
Voices are heard from real society and on the Internet.
The moment Jiang Daoheng arrived, it caused an uproar.
At this moment, even Cang Nitian had to be cautious. He looked at Jiang Daoheng and asked:
"what do you want to do?"
Jiang Daoheng's eyes flickered and he continued:
"Recognize the Lord of Tibia Mountain!"
His voice fell, and Cang Nitian narrowed his eyes.
"You want to claim the master of Tibia Mountain. Do you know what conditions are required for the master of Tibia Mountain?"
"To reach the top of Tibia Mountain, you need two wills to reach SS level." Jiang Daoheng said quietly:
"Tibia Mountain does not belong to the Yao family. His master has died. And I, Jiang Daoheng, am here now to give Tibia Mountain a real master!"
As he spoke, his pair of golden pupils looked from bottom to top at Cang Nitian above the sky:
"Elder Cang, can I recognize you as the Lord of Tibia Mountain?"
Jiang Daoheng smiled, very indifferently.
For a moment, everyone in the Yao Family looked serious, confused, and frightened.
Even Cang Nitian was silent.
"It seems that there is no objection."
Jiang Daoheng smiled lightly:
“I came here just to tell the people of the world that there is no shortage of truly talented people in the military.
Lin Tian is not the only one who is the most talented person in the military. "
His voice fell, and then he stepped onto the tibia mountain.
Cang Nitian gritted his teeth. The scene he had designed with so much effort turned out to be a stage for others to show off their holiness.
In fact, a kind of viciousness emerged in my heart, but I didn't dare to say it at the moment.
Because Martial Saint Chengfeng is also here.
A hidden space.
Li Baiyi frowned as he looked at Jiang Daoheng climbing the Tibia Mountain below, and said indifferently:
"Although I don't care about the military affairs, Lin Tian already won that competition.
Chengfeng, you don’t want to admit defeat? "
As his voice fell, a little daylight appeared in front of him, and gradually the daylight turned into the Martial Saint Chengfeng.
"I've seen the white-robed Martial Saint." Chengfeng Martial Saint saluted, then smiled lightly and said:
"Uncle Baiyi, you really misunderstood me. Now that Lin Tian has made a mistake, I just asked my apprentice to make up for that kid Lin Tian."
Li Baiyi narrowed his eyes, he looked at Jiang Daoheng on the tibia mountain quietly and said:
“The younger generation, with their will, no one can compare to Lin Tian.
Although I'm annoying that boy, Lin Tian doesn't recognize the master of Tibia Mountain. Do you think your apprentice can do it? "
Chengfeng Martial Saint smiled and said:
"Uncle Baiyi, no one has a stronger will than Lin Tian. I don't know who said this, so don't believe it.
My apprentice Jiang Daoheng is not bad either! "
Li Baiyi frowned and narrowed his eyes. He instantly felt that something was fishy.
His eyes swept over Jiang Daoheng, but he found nothing wrong.
Beside Li Baiyi, Pei Ning frowned and looked towards the villa area behind her, with a hint of expectation deep in her eyes.
at the same time.
Yanjing Military Headquarters, Science and Technology Garden Area.
In the top floor of an experimental building.
"Old Li, tell me, do you have any bone gold here at the military headquarters? I need it urgently!"
On the sofa, an old man with gray hair wearing a suit looked at a gray-haired old man wearing white clothes and square-rimmed glasses and spoke anxiously.
The old man in a suit is named Zhang Cheng, and he is the cousin of Zhang Jingqiu, the director of the Fu Ling Department of the Ministry of Martial Arts.
However, everyone in the martial arts department knew that Zhang Cheng and Zhang Jingqiu were at odds.
