Chen Zhuo's face turned a little red, and he was dejected at this moment, his eyes full of coldness.
"Why don't Cang Nitian and the others die?
The Martial Arts Club has been ruined by all of them, how can it still have prestige?
How will we manage the human race in the future? "
Chen Zhuo asked the staff beside him.
Bang bang bang...
Everyone lowered their heads and typed on the keyboard extremely quickly, fearing that Chen Zhuo's eyes would be locked on them.
"You, these young people, are all thinking about this and that party."
Chen Zhuo glanced at the entire office staff with deep meaning:
"Now that you have reached this position, most of you were once geniuses, so why are you joining the martial arts club?
Does typing on the keyboard every day help?
Why don't you go fight on the battlefield of God's Fall?
Even if you die, your family will be glorious, right? "
He was talking to himself, while the other staff members lowered their heads to deal with their work and did not dare to speak.
At this time, a woman said in a loud voice:
"Two elders, Lin Tian is coming over, do we, the martial arts department, have to go to meet him?
Is it possible to cancel the transaction between the God Clan and the Yu Clan? "
When her voice fell, Chen Zhuo showed an interesting smile on his face and said:
"Do you think that guy Lin Tian is willing to cooperate with our martial arts department?"
The woman was stunned and shook her head bitterly.
"Haha, if I were him, I would not leave the mountain, practice until I am a Martial Saint, and directly overthrow this bullshit Martial Arts Department.
The martial arts club is so bad, I almost want to kill Cang Nitian. "
Chen Zhuo sneered, but felt extremely irritated and continued to ask:
"Then do you think Lin Tian can suppress Mo Yan by himself?"
The woman pursed her lips, feeling uneasy that the elder Er Er was taking it too personally at this moment, so she spoke cautiously:
"It should be possible."
Chen Zhuo smiled and said:
"That Moyan is already a hundred years old. His father is the ultimate martial artist. He has been trained in the art of killing since he was a child. He has the will of a noble, noble!"
The woman paused, and the demon in Chen Zhuo's mouth was indeed terrifying.
But Lin Tian never suffered any defeats along the way.
She was dissatisfied, but still felt that Lin Tian was invincible.
Chen Zhuo glanced at the other party and smiled:
"You have too little experience. Lin Tian is the most amazing genius I have ever seen. He has cultivated to this point in just a few months.
But how can your few months of training compare to Mo Yan’s father, the Martial Saint?
That Jiang Daoheng possesses the Holy Body of Zhu Ming, the Holy Body of Zhu Ming of Jiang Wang Wu Sheng is still suppressed by Mo Yan in terms of physical constitution.
As soon as the will bursts out, good guy, just kneel down and salute, it's so shameful. "
Chen Zhuo sneered, feeling extremely disdainful.
The woman opened her mouth and was speechless. What Chen Zhuo said was absolutely true.
The invincible Lin Tian in her heart seemed to be really unable to defeat Mo Yan.
"Then let's..." someone said.
"We do our thing. As for Lin Tian, he can do whatever he likes."
Chen Zhuo hummed.
…………
When the sun sets over the western mountains.
Shinbone Mountain.
Demon Yan was sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain, his body filled with dark demonic energy, like a heavy cloud above his head, with a solemn expression and his back to the world.
Gradually, he opened his eyes and said in a deep voice:
"You can indeed sense a hint of the aura of Tibia Mountain, but it's hard to capture."
He squinted his eyes, originally thinking that identifying Shanshan Mountain would be an easy task.
But now, after more than twenty days of recognizing the Lord, there is still no sign of recognizing the Lord.
"Junior demon clan, since you can't recognize your master, go back to the demon clan."
High in the sky, an old man standing in the void sneered.
"Hahaha, just go back."
"Why do you come here to embarrass my human race?"
"Little Moyan, if you have the ability, come out and fight Grandpa and me."
High in the sky, voices sounded one after another, and there were people everywhere.
Mo Yan's expression remained unchanged, but he said indifferently:
"Hey, you don't need to provoke me. Don't you know that you are the ones who are really embarrassed?"
His voice was indifferent, not disdainful, just the calmest indifference:
“The human race was originally just a small race whose aura had not yet recovered, and was regarded by all races as edible pigs and sheep.
Having walked all the way to the fifth position among all races, I may have forgotten the scene of being slaughtered by my demon race back then. "
His voice was uneven, but it resounded quietly throughout the sky.
The eyes of the human creatures standing quietly turned scarlet in an instant.
"What did you say!"
High in the sky, an extremely angry voice sounded.
An old man's eyes were scarlet and he clenched his teeth.
"are you angry?"
Mo Yan did not raise his head, but asked quietly:
“I’ve been on this shin mountain for almost a month, is your fury useful?
In this huge human race, no one can pose a threat to me. Are you really so incompetent? "
His voice was calm.
"Little beast, how long do you think you can jump around!!!"
There was a thunderous roar, and the old man roared angrily.
Mo Yan's face was always calm, but his eyes were closed.
"You can't arouse any emotion in me, just like I stand among the livestock and slaughter them with a knife, and their neighing can't arouse any other emotions in me."
He is stating facts.
He heard that the ultimate genius appeared in the human race, and he became interested.
After arriving, I just met a clown.
Very disappointed.
But it's quite normal.
"brute!!!"
The old man roared, suddenly raised his body, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
"Bei Lao, no, Bei Lao has gone against his will!"
"asshole!"
In the distance, several figures flew over quickly, caught the old man who was vomiting blood, and flew to the ground.
The old man is a well-known warrior in Anxi. Now that he is so angry, everyone is angry in their hearts.
The old man who was vomiting blood turned red. He was being held by someone, and his eyes were bloodshot. At this moment, he looked at the crowd and said:
"This is a shame to my human race!"
His voice was hoarse, but filled with unparalleled anger.
Everyone was silent, their eyes filled with anger.
"If Lin Tian doesn't come, why doesn't Lin Tian come?" Beilao said again, very sadly:
"If the martial arts department and the military department look like people, how could Lin Tian not come?"
Everyone was silent and their eyes were filled with silence.
suddenly.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
Several buzzing sounds appeared in the high sky, and suddenly there was a brilliance in the sky, and the clouds flew away.
The sudden arrival caused the heaven and earth to shake.
Everyone on the earth was either shocked, stunned, or looking blankly to the sky.
"Is Lin Tian coming?"
Bei Lao, who was originally looking depressed, suddenly shouted in hope.
Everyone looked carefully and saw that the light above the several figures that day slowly dissipated, and everyone could finally get a glimpse of their true appearance.
"It's Bing Qiuyi. Those two... one is from the Feather Clan, and the other... seems to be from the God Clan."
Someone said with a dry throat.
"God Clan and Yu Clan, why are they here?"
Everyone was stunned.
This is the territory of the human race. It would be great if the geniuses of the demon race come, but why do the gods and feathers also come?
