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East Lake Bay, Villa No. 8.

Fang Wendao and Chen Rong stared blankly at the huge color TV.

On the sofa, Fang Cheng's grandparents, Fang Wenwen's family, and Hualiang Fang Wenmin's family were still sitting, and more than a dozen people were full of doubts.

Fang Yuanhua, Hua Haihui, and Hua Haiyan, the three juniors have long stopped going to school and returned home with their parents.

On the occasion of such a disaster.

Who still has the heart to go to school?

Hua Haihui's little face tensed, and she stumbled and said, "Country, country, what is it!"

Everyone looked at each other, shocked, and didn't understand what a national-level martial artist meant? Could it be that he was a stronger existence than a professional-level martial artist?

Suddenly!

Chen Rong's eyes widened, and she said in a trembling voice:

"Xiao Cheng is professional, right? Xiao Cheng shouldn't participate in this kind of battle, right? Xiao Cheng ...... It's also a registered war martial artist!"

Fang Yuanhua's eyes turned, and he suddenly realized something, and said with a smile:

"A national-level martial artist must be above the professional level! Cousin Fang Cheng should be a professional-level martial artist, he will definitely not participate. ”

Fang Wendao also nodded in agreement.

Fang Yuanhua smiled again: "Cousin Fang Cheng is so genius, I believe that the country will not allow him to be sent to death, where can this ancient fear be stopped by Cousin Fang Cheng......?"

The atmosphere was awkward.

Fang Yuanhua hurriedly laughed twice, knowing that he had said the wrong thing again, he covered his mouth and stared at the color TV on the wall of the living room.

......

Yunda dormitory.

The small room was full of people...... Lin Nuannuan's large laptop screen attracted the entire dormitory, as well as the girls in the dormitory next door.

Lin Nuannuan's eyes showed surprise: "National-level martial artist?"

Zhao Fanxiang looked at the roommates next to her, and looked at Lin Nuannuan with some doubts:

"Nuan Nuan, Fang Cheng is your boyfriend...... He should know what a national-level martial artist means, right? I remember Fang Cheng that he was a professional-level martial artist, right?"

Lin Nuannuan nodded her little head, as if relieved: "I happened to hear Cheng Cheng mention this title to me, it is said that he is the pinnacle of human beings, an immortal in the world, and he is super powerful." ”

The thirteen girls glanced at Lin Nuannuan.

Envy, jealousy, admiration.

That's a big man!

But in the mouth of his roommate Lin Nuannuan, it became 'Chengcheng'? Like a dragon in the sky, it became a cute white rabbit.

The contrast is too great!

Zhao Fanxiang took a deep breath and pursed her lips:

"How powerful is a national-level martial artist? Can he stop the ancient terror? The ancient terror weighs 32,000 tons and is 180 meters high, my mother!"

Many girls, even Lin Nuannuan, were a little panicked.

......

A large country in South America, Pana.

An outdoor cinema in front of a giant screen.

Countless blacks were stunned.

Sounds like a powerful martial artist...... But he is still a warrior! As long as he is a warrior, he is still a human being! With his own strength, he cannot be the opponent of ancient fears!

This is not a Hollywood blockbuster for the United States!

That's a reality!

In reality, there is no such thing as Superman!

......

Benefit of the United States.

Hollywood Base.

A group of people surrounded the computer, dumbfounded.

In the Hollywood blockbusters they shot, there are indeed many extraordinary heroes, saving the world, saving mankind, and showing extraordinary power.

But now it's not about making a movie!

Could it be that a national-level martial artist can still be like a superman?

Impossible!

......

The city of Victoria, West Coast of the United States.

Hua Guonan's reporter, facing the camera, said confidently:

"Compatriots, national-level martial artists are myths, gods, and transcendent human beings! The pace of ancient terror will stop here, and in front of national-level martial artists, ancient terror is vulnerable!"

On the Internet barrage, a barrage of insults, reprimands, doubts, and panic swiped the screen frantically.

Hua Guonan's reporter had no way of knowing these things, and he was waiting to continue the live broadcast.

Suddenly!

The wind has stopped!

The commentary has stopped!

The sun shining high in the sky seems to have stopped!

The male reporter shivered all over his body and looked at the sea level in the distance in horror - ancient horrors are coming!

The black glowing exterior fell together on the surface of the sea, and almost instantly, Gu Wei stood up!

It's coming!

Journalists from all over the world were terrified, but they still stuck to their posts.

Their steps seem to be standing on the beach on the west coast of the city of Vilia.

Here, it's the front line.

Here, it's the battlefield.

They can't retreat, and they don't want to back down, because only by standing here can they capture every shot clearly!

Let the global people feel at ease and let the world situation be stable.

This is their responsibility as national journalists!

At this moment, each country and each live broadcast screen are divided into two parts: left and right.

On the left, there is the sea in front of you, and the image of the black monster!

The right part...... But he photographed the top floor of the high-rise building behind, where there seemed to be a few black spots.

Countless people's eyes shrank, dazed.

What does the picture on the right mean?

Under the stunned gaze of countless people, the vast majority of people had round eyes, their noses trembled unconsciously, and their hearts were tumbling with shocking waves!

Horror!

Shocked!

Even, there are some people, the boss with his mouth open...... Directly dislocated.

I saw the high-rise buildings, under the top-level ultra-clear lens...... A few rays of light fell from the roof of the building and flew down!

......

Fang Cheng stood on the edge of the rooftop and said with a slight smile: "Sure enough, the ancient fear is here." ”

"Yes. ”

"Let's go. ”

Fang Cheng bowed his head slightly, his muscles tensed, and he stepped forward.

Under your feet, it is hundreds of feet in the air!

At your feet, it's 700 meters high!

"Bang. ”

The wave of air exploded, and a white circle spread out.

Fang Cheng stood above the void, his body leaning forward and flying steadily downward.

Old man Lu, Qingxu Daoist, his true qi burst out, and flew steadily to Fang Cheng's left...... fell side by side, flying and landing towards the male reporter of Huaguo.

In this battle, we must play with momentum and victory.

Because, this is a global live broadcast.

It is really the destruction of several cities in the continent of Australia, Indonesia, and the cherry blossom island country, and the impact is too huge and too deep!

If we don't give the people a booster, I'm afraid that the world will fall into chaos!

The security and stability of the city and the countryside will not be guaranteed!

A national-level martial artist, appearing in front of people.

Not only to show off the strength of national-level warriors, but also to appease the panic of the people!

The male reporter of Hua Guo trembled with excitement.

Although I have been notified by my superiors, I still can't believe it...... But looking at the three light people in the sky.

Gray, purple, white, three rays of light, like the light of hope.

After just over ten seconds, the three of them settled down.

The right screen of the live broadcast of each country, aimed at the light man.

Huaguo live broadcast camera, aimed at Fang Cheng and the three of them...... and more than a dozen national live broadcast reporters who did not have national-level martial artists also came over.

The male reporter swallowed his saliva, looked at the three light people, and said in a trembling voice:

"Three national-level martial artists, do you have anything to say about this fight?"

Three rays of light, slightly converging.

Fang Cheng looked to the left, nodded, and stepped forward.

This has been discussed, Fang Cheng made a pre-war victory declaration in front of the live broadcast camera on behalf of Master Lu Old Man and Qingxu Daoren.

A young face slowly appeared in front of the live camera.

Fang Cheng, a national-level martial artist and god-killing god, raised his eyebrows, looked at the camera, and said hello:

"Good evening, everyone. ”