The car stopped at the intersection of traffic lights, and Li Guanglei had just finished drinking two sips of water, but at this time he felt as if he was dizzy after drinking two large bottles of liquor.

Tang Hong wants to go abroad!

Assist the Sage Li Xuekong!

The sky was above, Li Guanglei was frightened, and couldn't help but gasp: "Huaguo surnamed Li is a saint, as far as I know...... Only the last name of the owner of the God Butcher Faith is Lee. ”

"That's right, that's it. Tang Hong glanced at Li Guanglei's appearance, it was really a fuss, he used to talk to the Sage Li Xuekong, and they had a good chat, at that time, Tang Hong was not really a top transcendent.

Li Guanglei is not as calm as Tang Hong.

The first saint, the first believer of the high-grade sequence, when Li Xuekong's prestige resounded in the transcendent world, Li Guanglei was still in school, and later entered the transcendent world without knowing his name. I have only heard the glorious legend of the God Butcher.

That's the idol of countless people.

Including Li Guanglei.

At this time, when he heard that Tang Hong was going to assist Li Xuekong, Li Guanglei suddenly woke up...... Tang Hong, who was sitting beside him, was no longer a young transcendent who had just shown his edge in the special training camp and killed gods for the first time, and the first battle of Xining and the disaster that made Tang Hongwei no less famous than Li Xuekong.

'Death to a man who is a confidant. ’

'This guy is definitely not my confidant!'

Li Guanglei glanced at Tang Hong's side face, and secretly wondered if Tang Hong was hanging krypton, which was really enviable.

He unconsciously opened the car window, and suddenly there was cold air pouring into the car in early April, just like the window was open for heating in winter, Tang Hong silently took action, and turned off the air conditioner in the car without leaving a name.

......

Nothing to say all the way.

Soon arrived at the headquarters of the Yellow River organization.

Tang Hong got out of the car, but Li Guanglei said that he wanted to sit quietly in the car alone, and Tang Hong didn't force it. Looking at the familiar and unfamiliar figure in the distance, Li Guanglei lost his voice for a while.

"Extraordinary. ”

Many people unload their work baggage and like to sit in the car for a while when they come home from work. Probably in the dark and narrow private space to perceive his own existence, Li Guanglei is particularly immersed in the tranquility of this moment, as if independent of the world of brilliant colors and blood intertwined, his thoughts become clear, and his soul returns to his body.

Envy is envy, he also understands that Tang Hong's god-killing path cannot be copied, just take your own path.

Standards, top, pioneers, and transcendent realms are not carefully divided, and again, there is no universal standard of measurement.

The five elements of the human body complement each other, and Li Guanglei focuses on the speed element. Of course, the strength alone can't compare to the top-level transcendent based on the strength element, but it can't stand Li Guanglei's extremely fast speed, not to mention the speed of forty meters per second, he can quickly draw his sword more than a dozen times in an instant, and when the explosion converges at one point, it is not necessarily weak.

Codenamed 'Midsummer', the Battle of the Catastrophe is spread among the top transcendental.

Li Guanglei also wanted to participate in it: "I heard that several advisor levels are not qualified to participate, so where will the battle of the catastrophe take place, and what will the real gods look like...... Forget it, that's too far away for me. ”

In the past, Li Guanglei was barely able to cooperate with Tang Hong, and no matter how powerful the advisor level was, he also needed a top-level advisor.

But......

Jihad is on another level.

Thinking of this, after getting out of the car, Li Guanglei squatted on the cold cement floor, lit a cigarette, and muttered secretly.

'A man must die more than a man!'

'Shop for it!'

He was smoking a cigarette sullenly, when he heard footsteps, and looked up to see that it was Peng Ming, a tall and thin man of more than two meters, like a tall corn stalk.

"Guanglei. Peng Ming smiled: "How does it feel to lead a divisional blocking team." ”

Li Guanglei smiled bitterly: "Pressure...... The burden is too heavy. ”

It's not anything else, but that there are wounded and even sacrificed people, and Li Guanglei will think that it is his fault and that he has not done it properly.

This kind of guilt and self-blame is the first time Li Guanglei has experienced it in his life.

Peng Ming rubbed his palms, squatted on the concrete floor, asked for a cigarette, and said: "Every top transcendent who is responsible for taking the lead, in our opinion, has the potential to become a consultant. ”

"How long do you think I'll need? Li Guanglei asked impatiently.

"Well...... One or two years!" Peng Ming glanced Li Guanglei up and down, and said happily: "Your popularity was not very good before, and you were too indifferent, otherwise you would not have been transferred to the special training camp and wasted several years as an idle instructor." ”

Li Guanglei also did not argue.

He said: "I still think that the life of the golden red is higher than the life of ordinary people, and the life of the transcendent is higher than the life of the golden red, but life is priceless, whether it is worth it or not, it depends on the actual situation." ”

Peng Ming spat out a puff of smoke, did not comment on it, and asked instead: "Do you have any news of Niu Hechuan now?" ”

"Nope. ”

The cigarette burned slowly, Li Guanglei shook his head, he only knew that Niu Hechuan stayed in the Central Research Institute, and he wholeheartedly impacted the holy level.

......

Office of the Adviser at Headquarters.

Tang Hong came here mainly to borrow the snow-white landline and call for the third day.

It stands to reason that the Internet is so developed, and there is a phone number, there is no need to be so cumbersome, but the third day usually does not use a mobile phone, and there is no communication number.

"It's Tang Hong!!"

As soon as Tang Hong entered the door, the office area exploded, and he was much more enthusiastic than last time.

With his ears moving and his hearing keen, Tang Hong faintly heard many people call him the king of miracles, who gave him such a title of middle two.

But it's okay, it sounds domineering.

"It's the new Sage. ”

"Ah...... Quick, hold me. "Someone fell limp, excited, and really saw the saint for the first time.

Although some people wondered, Tang Hong, the god killer, did not seem to have some of the characteristics of a sage, but they were all minutiae.

Officials have determined that Tang Hong has the power to enter the holy war.

"Tang Sage!" Yu Ming hurriedly walked out of the office to greet him.

"Here, please follow me. Yu Ming's respectful appearance made Tang Hong a little embarrassed. Speaking of which, the two have known each other for a long time, and since Tang Honggang left the special training camp and signed the contract of a second-level genius, Yu Ming is in charge.

Tang Hong said: "Actually, I'm still a pioneer and transcendent, just call me Tang Hong." ”

Yu Ming was stunned: "Okay, Tang Sage." ”

......

In the office, only Tang Hong was left, he walked to the snow-white landline, dialed the phone, and someone soon picked it up.

A sword slashed through the third day of the Huaguo, the owner of the belief in the other space, her voice was like a trickling mountain spring, crisp and hoarse, and a rather strange voice came out of the microphone: "I think you must be surprised that the catastrophic god you killed is actually a unicorn. ”

Strange indeed.

After Tang Hong woke up, he deliberately checked the Internet and compared it for a long time.

He is like a lion's head, antlers, and tiger's eyes, and the perfect fusion of the oxtail and bear waist of the elk body and snake scales, and looks like the four unicorn holy beasts recorded in mythology.

"Actually......"

"The god of calamity is okay......" The tone of the third day was an understatement, and the crisp and hoarse lady's voice added a smile: "The real gods look just like us." ”