The morning sun was rising, and an orange-red laurel crown appeared in the sky.

In the room, Lin Tian lay on the hospital bed and fell into a coma.

Within his divine sense, the scarlet Extraction Spirit Fire became more and more vigorous and scorching.

Just like on the tibia mountain, the blood stains left behind by him have soaked into the mountain, forming a deep imprint.

"Up!"

With a low shout from the heavens, a low cry sounded.

Thundered!

The entire tibia mountain trembled, as if the earth's leylines were being pulled up at this moment, and the entire demon family trembled violently.

Pei Ning and Li Baiyi hid in the space, quietly watching this scene.

"Mother once said that each race has its own problems, I originally thought that the Protoss, as a declining race, has many problems, but the human race seems to be very serious."

At this moment, the two of them had already walked out of the room where Lin Tian was, and Pei Ning quietly looked at the trembling shin mountain below and said.

"What's the problem?"

Li Baiyi smiled lightly and looked at his daughter.

Pei Ning flashed his eyes and glanced at the villa area below:

"What Lin Tian did was the right thing, but instead of supporting it, his clan ...... The bottom of the kettle is drawn. ”

Li Baiyi nodded and said with a light smile:

"But Lin Tian also brings danger, doesn't he?

The Terrans are like a ship adrift on the ocean, wanting to go to the end of the other side, but also worrying that it will cause bumps and capsize if it drives too fast. ”

Pei Ning blinked her beautiful eyes and looked at her father like this:

"Father, won't you make a move?"

"I'll make a move, who will I help, your father and I are still the martial saint of the martial arts department." Li Baiyi chuckled, touched Pei Ning's head, and smiled faintly.

Meanwhile.

"Slow!"

A sound of indifference rang out.

On the ground, an uproar instantly resounded, and a young man in silver armor appeared at the foot of the Tibia Mountain.

The young man is handsome, with a pair of pupils floating and shining, and his aura is domineering and extremely majestic.

"Huh?"

High in the sky, Cang Yitian looked at the golden-eyed young man at the foot of the mountain lightly, and a hint of scrutiny appeared in his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, Cang Shuntian no longer attached importance to the other party, and said lightly:

"The martial arts department acts, if it is blocked, no matter who it is, it will be punished!"

His voice was indifferent but like divine punishment, and he didn't give Jiang Daoheng a chance to speak at all, and insisted on taking the shin bone mountain away.

"Can you give me a face?"

A faint laugh sounded from Cang Yitian's ears.

The dark color of the sky trembled, and he looked at the emptiness of the void, where there was nothing, but there was a strange power transmitted.

"Riding the Wind Martial Saint!"

Cang Yitian's eyes trembled, and his expression had changed when he looked at Jiang Daoheng again at this moment.

"Who are you?"

Cang Yitian looked at the young man and asked.

At this moment, in the live broadcast room, everyone in the demon family looked at Jiang Daoheng curiously.

They all wanted to know who this young man with golden eyes was really like.

"My name is Jiang Daoheng, my ancestor is the king of Jiangjiang Wusheng, my teacher is Zhao Huanhuang, and I am a martial saint of Chengfeng!"

Jiang Daoheng spoke quietly, his eyes indifferent.

In an instant, the surroundings became quiet.

Jiang Daoheng said the names of two martial saints and one martial saint at once, and everyone was shocked at once.

Even Cang Yitian's face has changed greatly.

He had heard that Zhao Huanhuang might have an apprentice, but he didn't expect it to be true.

The other party is also a descendant of the Martial Saint of the King of Xinjiang, and even the Martial Saint of Chengfeng is also his master.

All of a sudden, everyone in the live broadcast room was stunned.

"Isn't it, someone was born in Rome?"

"It's unimaginable that His Excellency Zhao Huanhuang can tutor an apprentice with another person."

"He's talking nonsense, right, he's supposed to be talking nonsense."

"With such a resource, it should be a truly miraculous Tianjiao."

…………

Voices rang out from the real society and the Internet.

The moment Jiang Daoheng arrived, it caused an uproar.

At this moment, even Cang Yitian had to be cautious, he looked at Jiang Daoheng and asked:

"What do you want to do?"

Jiang Daoheng's eyes flashed, and he continued to speak:

"Recognize the Lord Tibia Mountain!"

His voice fell, and Cang Yitian's eyes narrowed.

"You want to recognize the Lord Tibia Mountain, do you know what conditions are required for the Tibia Mountain to recognize the Lord?"

"It takes two wills to reach the top of Mount Tibia, and it takes two wills to reach the SS rank." Jiang Daoheng said quietly:

"Tibia Mountain does not belong to the demon family, his master has died, and I, Jiang Daoheng, have come here at this moment to let Tibia Mountain have a real master!"

As he spoke, a pair of golden eyes stared at the sky from the bottom up:

"Elder Cang, can I recognize Lord Tibia Mountain?"

Jiang Daoheng smiled, very indifferent.

In an instant, the people of the demon family all looked serious, confused, and panicked.

Even the heavens were silent.

"It seems that there are no objections."

Jiang Daoheng smiled lightly:

"I came here just to tell the world that there is no shortage of real extreme Tianjiao in the military department.

The extreme pride of the military department is far more than Lin Tian. ”

His voice fell, and he stepped onto the tibia mountain.

Cang Yitian gritted his teeth, and the scene he bothered to design turned out to be a stage for others to appear in front of others.

Even, a kind of viciousness came to mind, but at the moment he didn't dare to say it.

Because, the Martial Saint of Riding the Wind is also there.

A place to hide from space.

Li Baiyi looked at Jiang Daoheng, who was climbing the Tibia Mountain below, frowned, and said indifferently:

"Although I don't care about the affairs of the military department, Lin Tian has already won that competition.

Riding the wind, you don't admit defeat? ”

His voice fell, and a little daylight appeared in front of him, and gradually the daylight turned into a Martial Saint of the Wind Ride.

"I've seen the white-clothed Martial Saint." Riding the Wind Martial Saint saluted, and then said with a light smile:

"Uncle Baiyi, you really misunderstood me, now that Lin Tian has stabbed the basket, I just asked my apprentice to make up for Lin Tian's kid with this basket."

Li Baiyi narrowed his eyes, and he quietly looked at Jiang Daoheng on the Tibia Mountain and said:

"The younger generation, with the same will, no one can compare to Lin Tian.

Although I annoy that kid, but Lin Tian doesn't even recognize the Lord Tibia Mountain, do you think your apprentice can do it? ”

Riding the Wind Martial Saint smiled:

"Uncle Baiyi, no one is stronger than Lin Tian's will, I don't know who said this, don't believe it.

My apprentice Jiang Daoheng is not bad! ”

Li Baiyi frowned and narrowed his eyes, he felt that something was wrong for a moment.

His eyes swept over Jiang Daoheng, but he didn't find any problems.

Next to Li Baiyi, Pei Ning frowned, looking at the villa area behind him, with a trace of expectation in the depths of his eyes.

Meanwhile.

Yanjing Military Department, Science and Technology Garden Area.

Inside the top floor of a laboratory building.

"Lao Li, you said, do you have any bone gold here in your military headquarters, I need it urgently!"

On the sofa, an old man in a suit with gorgeous hair looked at a gray-haired old man wearing a research white coat and square-rimmed glasses.

The old man in the suit is named Charter, and he is the cousin of Zhang Jingqiu, the director of the Fu Ling Department of the Ministry of Martial Arts.

However, the discord between the charter and Zhang Jingqiu is something that everyone in the martial arts department knows.