Outside the Nine Realms space, the Crusader command ship.

Half a year has passed in a flash, and Zhan Tian has reached the peak of the ninth level of the Heavenly General, with the combat power of 9,999 Heavenly Warriors.

"Holy Sister, I miss you......" Zhan Tian's voice resounded throughout the crusaders.

“......”

"If you don't come out, I'll let you not sleep for three days, I'll count to three, one, two......"

"Ahh I'm going to kill you, kill you......"

Dressed in a white dress, the enraged tigress rushed out of the battleship and punched Zhan Tian in the head.

"Hey, temperament, pay attention to temperament....." Zhan Tian raised his left fist and symbolically protected his face.

It didn't seem to be finished before Zhan Tian exploded, but in just thirty seconds, Zhan Tian reappeared.

Her face was flushed, and she didn't know if she was angry or angry, the saint was too lazy to wear a veil, this was Zhan Tian's request, if she wore a veil, he wouldn't let her sleep.

"What the hell do you want, madman?"

"I want to practice boxing, those thirteen big guys, you arrange one for me, I won't hit your boat, let you sleep well......"

"Okay, Tianshengyi, you go and practice boxing with him." The holy woman gritted her teeth and glared at Zhan Tian and said.

In the past six months, she even begged for mercy, begged Zhantian to let her go, she admitted defeat and stopped playing, but Zhantian disagreed, she ordered the withdrawal of the army, but Zhantian didn't agree, and hit her battleship like crazy, let her not talk about sleeping, even if she drank tea.

In the past year and a half of Zhantian, if you want to say that the most improvement is resurrection, from the first five minutes, to the next three minutes, two minutes, one minute, and now it only takes thirty seconds. Whether it is the turtle speed talent or the body, he has been promoted to an incredible realm. Now, he has begun to practice boxing.

As soon as Tiansheng heard that he was named to accompany Zhan Tian to practice boxing, he touched his nose, not knowing whether to say that he was lucky or unlucky. Zhan Tian no longer attacked the crusader sergeants, and began to attack the command ship, and their thirteen Heavenly Saint ninth-level powerhouses became humanoid baffles, or the kind that couldn't be stopped, and then they were scolded by the Holy Maiden, and they even wanted to die, they would rather fight with the ground-level powerhouses than fight against Zhan Tian, a madman.

Zhan Tian used his madness to make a Tiansheng-level powerhouse follow his own rules, just like now, other Tiansheng can only watch the play obediently, even if it is the most resentful saint, he does not dare to make a sneak attack, because if he can't kill Zhantian, it will provoke his shameless revenge, he doesn't need to sleep, he doesn't need to rest, he can continue to improve his strength, but whether it is a saint or a heavenly saint, they all have to rest, at least they need to meditate to recover.

Zhan Tian is already close to the Heavenly King level, his attacks, sometimes high and sometimes low, when high, triggers a million-fold attack of 0.1%, which can reach the Heavenly God level attack, and when it is low, it is like a breeze blowing through the skin of the Heavenly Saint.

Tiansheng was still disdainful at first, but after ten punches, he began to be surprised, because Zhan Tian was defeated into nothingness by him before he could attack most of the time, but occasionally one or two punches could hit the weak point of the energy in his attack, making him feel depressed from time to time.

After a hundred punches, Tianshengyi's face turned red, because he already had several secret wounds on his body, all of which were omissions in the operation of his exercises, and after a thousand punches, he was already miserable. Even if you swatt flies, a thousand times, your hands will get tired.

All day long, Tianshengyi didn't know how many punches Zhan Tian threw with his hands in his fists, he only knew that he couldn't even lift his hands, and even in the back, he couldn't even kick his feet, let alone attack with a weapon.

The next day, Tianshengyi knelt down cheekily and begged the saint to change someone, he wanted to rest, or he would not be tired to death, looking at his red and swollen hand joints and foot joints, the saint girl reluctantly asked Tiansheng Er to accompany Zhan Tian to practice.

Half a year later, Zhan Tian, who was at the peak of the ninth level of the Heavenly King, could already fight against three Heavenly Saint ninth-level powerhouses at the same time, and he could even injure one from time to time. The Holy Maiden looked at Zhan Tian, who was becoming more and more confident, and an inexplicable emotion rose in her heart, from the Heavenly Level when she first appeared, to the current Heavenly King Peak, only in the past two years, who believes this, even if they are the Holy Sons and Holy Daughters, it is impossible if they do not have hundreds of years.

In half a year, how many punches Zhan Tian throws, I'm afraid only the kitten knows, the saint girl from the disdain at the beginning, to the curiosity at the back, and then to the current admiration, she believes that if she can cultivate so seriously, I am afraid that she would have reached the ground level by now. Zhan Tian's boxing method is always a posture, holding his right fist with his left palm, raising it to the top of his head, and then facing the front and down, a simple action, he repeated it countless times, and his body was blown up countless times......

One after another, silver-white battleships appeared, on the battleships, the red cross flag fluttered, and a handsome man in a white robe stood proudly on the largest command ship.

"I've seen the Great Holy Son!" Reluctantly, the saint flew to the man's battleship and bowed.

"No courtesy, no courtesy, the saint is beautiful again...... "The Great Holy Son stepped forward to take the saint's hand. The saint hurriedly retreated in fright, a hint of disgust flashing in her eyes.

The Great Sage Son smiled awkwardly, a trace of fierceness floated in his eyes, he has been pursuing it for hundreds of years, and he still doesn't even let him touch it, what a slut.

After some greetings, he finally returned to the topic, looking at Zhan Tian who was fighting with the four Heavenly Saints at the ninth level, the Great Sage Son looked disdainful, and was actually dragged by a Heavenly King Peak, he was really a big-chested slut, he muttered in his heart.

"I am the great son of the Temple of the First God, a bold thief, and I will never behead the nameless people under my command......"

"......" Zhan Tian threw a punch, glanced at the four of the Heavenly Saints who were fighting, and retreated. has been fighting for more than half a year, Zhan Tian and them are also emotional, if it weren't for his deliberate control, they would have been directly killed by him several times, after all, his attack, now there will be the power of the ninth level of the Heavenly Saint. The thirteen Heavenly Saints also had a tacit understanding with Zhan Tian, and their moves were constantly being improved, and the loopholes in the operation of the exercises were getting smaller and smaller......

"Bold thief, are you a man who doesn't dare to report your name?" The Great Sage Son didn't expect that Zhan Tian just glanced at him, so he turned his head away from him, and the anger in his heart began to rise.

"Zhan Tian, remember. Also, the three-centimeter guy is embarrassed to ask if someone is a man? ”

“...... Three centimeters? The saint looked at the Great Holy Son with some puzzlement, what is three centimeters, she looked up and down, but saw that the face of the Great Holy Son turned from white to red, from red to black, and his scarf exploded......

The thirteen Heavenly Saints looked at the Great Holy Son, and then at the thirteen Heavenly Saints who followed the Great Holy Son, with a shocked expression.