The guards felt that their young master was very good.

High, really high.

The Security Committee did not participate in this war, and the young master was completely in retreat. The results and sacrifices of the other side had nothing to do with the Security Committee.

But when the young master comes like this, when it spreads, no one can say that he is affectionate and righteous.

I can't think of the young master and the showy Qiming were also teammates, and the two of them used to appear publicly together.

In the future, all posts discussing Qiming will remind people of the young master's heroic appearance.

This is the personal name of a former teammate, and even the military is not easy to refuse. But who doesn't know that the young master is the young master of the Security Committee, isn't the light of the Security Committee stained?

Tens of billions of dollars are really not wasted at all.

Shen Qinghe was not as scheming as the guards thought.

He just grabbed the information in his hand, trembled slightly, and printed his palm print on the paper with a good texture.

"Also, inform the entire action team of the Security Committee that from now on, a thorough investigation will be carried out on the suspected god-worshipping strongholds in the entire Kyushu, and all industries related to the smuggling and parasitism of the demon god will be cleared."

They don't want to make a big deal out of it.

I always feel that not many years have passed since the end of the Blue Star, and human beings are still breathing, physically and mentally exhausted, like frightened birds, which is not suitable for this time to turn the world upside down.

Even conservatives have always resorted to the public opinion of the worship of God to maintain their political position.

Even the earth-shattering explosion of the imperial capital failed to make people firm in their determination to do it.

The result was to tolerate and raise traitors, raise tigers for trouble, and almost destroy the imperial capital of Kyushu.

In this retreat, Shen Qinghe successfully broke through the seven-stage realm.

The seventh-stage martial arts sect is qualified to go to the front of the stage.

Now that the boring political strife is over.

Let him put it all in order.

"At the same time, contact the Niloan Realm and the Sun Never Sets Ann Realm, and apply for the resumption of the remaining itinerary of the academy exchange group, one day, I will make this An Realm free of cults."

……

Wasteland Dynasty.

Xiahou Tian blocked in front of the young man in Xuanyi in the intelligence room, playing with a hollow bullet shell in his hand.

"It's past 0 o'clock, right? It should now be the next day, can you answer my question? ”

The young man in Xuanyi was a little helpless: "The dignified Dawn Emperor!" You can do this kind of thing in front of me. Your filters are shattered into glass slag. ”

"Don't, ask every day, I don't break the rules. Let's do the math, is that kid still alive? ”

Xiahou Tian finally managed to deal with the in the security realm, and his grandson who had been pretending to be for so long returned to the wasteland.

I've been in a good mood lately.

He has 10,000 plans to implement.

But first, you have to know if Qiming is still alive.

Holding his chin in his hand, the expression of the young man in Xuanyi was not as reluctant as his tone, but he stared at Xiahou Tian's black iron mask with a slight obsession.

Who doesn't love the domineering black boss!

"Take the money, 100 billion."

The corners of Xiahou Tian's mouth rose: "It seems that he is still alive." Don't ask about this, where is the face of the East of the Worship God Sect now? ”

The young man in Xuanyi continued to step forward and leaned in: "Why don't you take off your mask and show me, and I'll do the math for you?" ”

"Your Majesty, you don't know my identity? Didn't ask your princess? ”

Diana had broken his identity in front of Langali Island, so why is this kid playing stupid with me here?

The young man in Xuanyi was noncommittal.

Knowing who you are is the same as seeing your face.

Seeing the silly white sweet face in the photo and the black boss himself who saw the tuba state so closely, how could it be the same.

That enlightenment is so magical.

Her Royal Highness the princess has been playing with people's hearts for so many years, and there are not 1,000 but 800 beautiful young men who have seduced, and there are more than 20 famous ones, how can he ever be so interested in anyone?

The Imperial Dynasty is obviously not involved in the dispute between the gods and religions, and now they are frantically collecting information on the four great saints.

And this Dawn Emperor.

is also a generation of heroes in the wasteland, a legendary figure, so many years of doing things according to preferences, how can he ever give anyone face.

Now I have to fight for a small enlightenment.

Looking at him like this, he is obviously really angry.

There are just a few magical characters in the wasteland, and they all revolve around one person.

Even he couldn't help but be curious.

"What do you want to do? The Four Great Saints are not as easy to deal with as they imagined. ”

Xia Houtian sneered.

What do you want to do?

He wants to live an ordinary life of waste wood in Anjie.

This group of people attacked this and that all day long, making the chickens and dogs restless, and almost exposing him several times.

He wants to be dashing in the wasteland, to be the Dawning Emperor who is willful and no one dares to mess with.

This group of people is constantly engaged in some earth-shattering events, blocking his financial route, affecting his fame, and shaking his position.

Xiahou Tian didn't bother to say anything about human righteousness!

Isn't it very simple for him to do what he wants to do?

He wanted this wasteland, there was no cult.

……

Eternal Jedi.

A full 20 days passed.

Qiming can't remember how many times he restarted "Fighting God".

In this square inch, he was slain countless times, and died in agony countless times.

And then everything restarts, all over again.

There is sunlight in the sky here, and countless Yuan forces overflow. With the help of the star wheel, Qiming doesn't even need to eat or drink.

Just meditate and concentrate and use the yang power to restore the fatigue of battle.

The sun never sets anyway, and he had no idea how long it had been since he had been here.

Reopen your eyes and log in to the "God of Fighting" again.

The movements of "Fighting God" are very different from those 20 days ago, and the incomparably silky operation has both Feng Sen's smoothness and treachery, as well as Hongying's domineering and fierceness.

The characteristics of all the opponents he has fought before have been practiced by Qiming again and again, the control of timing, the control of distance, and the control of angle......

Qiming is like a dried sponge, frantically absorbing the water in the ocean.

The so-called forging assessment, in the final analysis, is not to strengthen the muscles and bones, skin and flesh.

Rather, it is to enhance the body's perception of the motion of the wave particles.

Standing in the cockpit of the "God of Fighting" is the best way for Qiming to induce wave particles and enhance himself.

Ghost-faced Buddha spider silk sprayed head-on.

The "God of Fighting" didn't even change its direction, it was just a small turn with dexterity, and it crossed with the sprayed spider silk.

The God of Fighting doesn't have a built-in jet joystick, and even now he still can't do the ultimate maneuvers of pure mechanical manipulation that he can't do on his own.

But he no longer needs to open and close, moving repeatedly like a flea to find a loophole.

Instead, it clings to the ground and rushes towards the Ghost-faced Spider, bypassing its giant feet.

The Ghost-Faced Buddha Spider Field Erupts!

The wave particles began to circulate, and the "God of Fighting" immediately deflected the flight angle to avoid the impact as much as possible.

The 20-meter-tall body drew lightning and shadow under the 30-meter-high feet, and he was stunned that he was not stepped on once.

"Damn, damn flea!"