Go to pieces.

An irrepressible collapse has passed.

The soldier who spoke instantly attracted everyone's attention, his expression was dull, and the tears flowing from his eyes were sandwiched between the ancient wrinkles, very desolate.

"Jiang Wang, you ......"

Bao Changshou quietly glanced at the old man named Jiang Wang, with a complicated expression.

Cultivated by the power of the Martial Saint clan of the King of Xinjiang, the peerless Tianjiao who transcends time has always been the following and cross-border battles.

Now, he is fighting back and forth with a seventeen-year-old boy.

No matter what, it will bring this old man of the Jiang family a feeling of despair.

"Jiang Wang, mourn."

The one-eyed old man looked at Jiang Wang and muttered.

"Huh?"

Jiang Wang's expression was stunned, and the next moment his expression became cold.

"You can't speak, what is a festival mourning!"

Jiang Wang roared, stood up, and glared at the one-eyed old man.

"Jiang Wang, sit down."

Zhao Huanhuang glanced at Jiang Wang and said quietly.

"Zhao Zuo, do you also think that the young master will lose?"

Jiang Wang looked at Zhao Huanhuang with a hint of hope.

Zhao Huanhuang pursed his lips and said quietly:

"He won't lose, he hasn't used the Eucharist yet."

Zhao Huanhuang's voice fell, and everyone in the military tent suddenly fell silent.

Liu Zihua was suddenly startled, and looked at Jiang Daoheng with shortness of breath:

"What holy body, Jiang Zuolong's holy body?"

Zhao Huanhuang glanced at Liu Zihua and nodded silently:

"Jiang Wang Wusheng confessed when he passed away, Xiao Jiang is the inheritor of the Candle Ming Holy Body, but it hasn't been developed much."

Zhao Huanhuang's voice fell, Liu Zihua narrowed his eyes, and a coldness erupted: "Why didn't you say it earlier!" ”

"Liu Zihua, you didn't say that Lin Tian is a spiritual master!"

Zhao Huanhuang was also angry at the moment and looked at Liu Zihua.

"I don't know, Lin Tian doesn't use spiritual power much!"

Liu Zihua drank coldly.

Who the hell knew how Lin Tian became a grandmaster, and the news that suddenly appeared, he was stunned when he heard it.

"However, it does not matter if the Eucharist is not Eucharist."

This is, Wu En, who had not spoken, spoke quietly, stood up, glanced at Zhao Huanhuang lightly and said:

"Zhao Huanhuang, you don't have to hold anything, you have already lost, Lin Tian is only seventeen years old, Jiang Daoheng is a full five years older than Lin Tian, you can fight here, there is no need to compare."

Wu En's expression was indifferent, and he looked at Zhao Huanhuang condescendingly at this moment.

"Lin Tian has won, it can be over.

From then on, the three deputy commanders of the Purple Sun Department, the Dark Star Department and the Holy Sun Department gave way.

The rest of the ministries are in urgent need of reform.

After Lin Tianxue enters the Grandmaster, he will receive ten times the emperor-level resources given by the military department.

The military department completely recognized Lin Tian's name of the future scorching sun, and deducted all the benefits of Jiang Daoheng in the military department. ”

Wu En put his hands behind his back, and a momentum instantly stirred through the entire military tent, and an invisible aura appeared around his body.

Looking at Zhao Huanhuang, who was silent, Wu En continued to speak:

"This is the meaning of the Blood Yang Ten Thousand Tribulation Martial Saint."

Rumble!

In the military tent, a huge wave was set off in the hearts of everyone.

Wu En couldn't wait, and when he heard that Jiang Daoheng had a holy body, he had to take the first step to show his fangs at this moment.

"Commander Liu, you don't have to wait any longer.

I didn't approve of this competition from the beginning, but now it's okay, seventeen-year-old Lin Tian is enough to prove everything. ”

Wu En looked at Liu Zihua, hoping that Liu Zihua would stand up like him at this moment.

As long as Liu Zihua stands up, then the situation is set.

"Hmm."

Liu Zihua nodded and smiled.

Drag what?

There's no need to delay, Lin Tian has done everything he should do, and now it's his turn.

"Indeed, there is no need to compare anything."

Liu Zihua said indifferently, took out a cigarette and lit it.

Zhao Huanhuang looked at Liu Zihua, opened his mouth at this moment, and a trace of bitterness appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"It turns out that I'm waiting here."

He nodded, and chose to remain silent for this moment.

Indeed, as Ng said, he has already lost.

The moment Lin Tian's Battle Realm Law appeared, he had already lost.

What's more, Lin Tian is indeed very strange.

He lost......

"Okay, it's just like everyone is almost here, sign and vote."

Wu En laughed lightly and took out a thick stack of qi and blood contracts.

Everyone has strange hearts, Wu En is worthy of being the third elder of the martial arts department, and there are really many means.

Everything is ready, and there is no time for everyone to discuss.

It is necessary to directly force everyone to sign a contract.

"In that case, let's sign it."

The fat old man of the Mediterranean took the contract with a smile.

Everyone was stunned, why is his neutral faction so active?

People like Bao Changshou and others are also extremely helpless.

When they lost, they actually began to be more optimistic about Lin Tian, which was Wu En's method......

It's so cheap.

As for Zhao Huanhuang, he looked at the contract handed over by Wu En and fell into deep thought.

"Wait a minute!"

A cold cheer suddenly sounded.

Everyone frowned, looked at the top of the military tent, and a pair of eyes seemed to have pierced through the military tent, and kept looking at the existence standing in the cloudy sky.

"Zhao Zuo, are you going to admit defeat like this?"

The cold woman's voice resounded in everyone's ears, very smart, but more like a cold wind.

"The competition is not over yet, Wu En, you want to force others to sign a contract, is there any rule in the military department?

You are a veteran of the martial arts department, did you come to the military department to dismantle the military department? ”

The woman's voice was aggressive, and a white jade hand lifted the curtain of the military tent.

Walking into the military tent was a slender woman in military uniform, with a cold and flawless face, a straight nose and ruddy lips, but there was a sharp chill all over her body.

is very tall, and when he walked to Wu En's side, he did not lose to Wu En's momentum.

"Jiang Qingyan, it's useless for you to come."

Wu En glanced at the other party lightly and continued:

"I'm here to represent the meaning of the Blood Yang Tribulation."

"Huh."

Jiang Qingyan sneered, and a pair of cold eyes swept over Wu En:

"Bullying me, the Jiang family's martial saint is dead?"

"It's just bullying you that the Jiang family's martial saint is dead, what can you do to me?"

Wu En spoke indifferently and didn't look at Jiang Qingyan at all.

Jiang Qingyan narrowed his eyes, and swept towards Zhao Huanhuang at this moment:

"Zhao Zuo, you are Xiao Jiang's master, although you are a martial artist, you can defeat a martial saint.

I'll call you Zhao Zuo, you're ...... at the moment"

"I've already lost."

Before Jiang Qingyan could finish speaking, Zhao Huanhuang sighed and shook his head.

has already lost, even if he is unreasonable, if he continues at this moment, he will become a complete joke in the eyes of the people in the military department.

"You're ......!"

Jiang Qingyan's silver teeth clenched, looking at Zhao Huanhuang at this moment, his eyes were full of disappointment.

"Good!

Now even Zhao Zuo doesn't help Xiao Jiang. ”

Zhao Huanhuang pursed his lips and said:

"It's not that you don't help, it's Lin Tiancai'......"

"Needless to say!"

Jiang Qingyan snorted, her eyes swept to the screen, and Jiang Daoheng fought fiercely, and the young man who was not left behind at all clenched his hands.