After The College Entrance Examination, I Was Actually Encrypted By The National Sss Level

Not long after.

Li Shaohua hurried back from the East Gate and saw Wang Dingtian coming to Canglong in person. He quickly walked over and handed over his hands to report:

"Pavilion Master, the Sixth Throne of the Destiny Cult, codenamed Red Face Mask, has been seriously injured by me, but unfortunately he escaped."

"Um."

Wang Dingtian just nodded softly, then walked to Wang Jing'an and handed the Tang Dao over: "This plan has not failed. After the Tang Dao is sublimated, it will become your strongest weapon in the future of slaying demons."

When Wang Jing'an heard his father's words, he felt like he was struck by lightning: "My... weapon?"

Wang Dingtian said: "This plan made by your mother was originally intended for Li Nianhua to use after the Tang Dao was sublimated. After the college entrance examination, your mother heard that you had awakened a brand new SSS level, so she ordered the plan to be changed. You will He is the ultimate beneficiary of [Operation Emperor Killing]."

The ultimate beneficiary... Wang Jing'an's expression gradually turned cold: "Li Qingyi... knows?"

Wang Dingtian didn't mean to hide anything: "I know."

"..." Wang Jing'an was stunned and fell into silence for a long time.

Wang Dingtian sighed: "From a personal point of view, we are indeed too selfish, but this war is not measured solely from a personal point of view. There are many things to consider. Jing'an, do you know that the entire human race's ninth grade How many spiritual weapons are there in total?”

Wang Jing'an said nothing.

Wang Dingtian had no airs about being a sword master, and said to himself: "There are 8 pieces of ninth-grade spiritual weapons in total. Each one represents the sorrow of each ancestor. These spiritual weapons are all precious. , now our human race has another ninth-grade Tang Dao. From now on, this Tang Dao will belong to you, because only you can hold it and you will not be rejected."

Wang Jing'an still didn't speak, and finally looked in a certain direction.

I still remember what Qing Yi said.

He is his only friend...

The saddest thing is that for Li Qingyi, after his death, Wang Jingan just lost one friend...

In the end, Wang Jing'an just shook his head and refused: "I deserve this Tang Dao and I can't bear it."

After the instructors recovered, they brought a group of students to pay homage to the Sword Master.

Yang Zhen, that kid, would say from time to time: "Jing'an, it's okay, your dad is actually a sword master."

Wang Jing'an didn't pay attention to this kid, mainly because he was in no mood to pay attention to him now.

However, what Chen Tingxi said next shocked Wang Jing'an: "Since the Sword Master is your father, you should call me cousin."

Wang Jing'an was stunned.

cousin?

What kind of cousin is this?

Chen Tingxi explained: "The Sword Master's wife is my aunt. My aunt and uncle's talents are twins. They were named 'Twin Sword Hearts' by Tianling Pavilion. Therefore, they are tied for fourth among the ten saints of the human race."

Wang Jing'an listened to Senior Tingxi's explanation and suddenly realized: "No wonder they stay away from home all year round and sometimes don't come back for important holidays..."

The fourth of the ten saints of the human race?

It turns out that my parents are both the Ten Saints.

"Wait! Senior Sister Tingxi, my Jing'an parents are tied for fourth among the ten saints of the human race. Doesn't that mean that there are 11 of us ten saints of the human race now?" Yang Zhen walked over, looking familiar.

What's yours...Wang Jing'an next to him didn't know what to say.

"Yes, the current number of Ten Saints is 11, but in fact, our human race can have thirty Saints, because the owners of thirty high-risk talents have the combat power of the human race's ceiling."

Chen Tingxi slowly wiped off the blood on her face, and then continued to explain: "It's just that some seniors quit the position of Ten Saints and went back to their hometowns to retreat because of their health or their longevity. For example, Mr. Li Nianhua Senior, he is also known as the War Emperor as we know him."

As the war situation calmed down, teachers and students began to clean the battlefield outside the campus.

The group of instructors, especially the bald man holding a loudspeaker, glanced at Wang Jing'an in the distance from time to time: "This guy is actually the son of the sword master. No, I have to tell the principal tonight that this kid must come." My class!”

At this moment, Mr. Li arrived.

To be precise, it was Senior Li Nianhua who came outside Canglong Campus, followed by Patriarch Li Hanxiao.

After he walked over and said hello to Wang Dingtian, he came to Wang Jing'an. Li Nianhua said softly: "Jing'an, I'm here to take Qing Yi home."

Li Nianhua looked at the big cloak Wang Jingan was wearing.

Although the heavy rain has passed, the black cloak is still wet.

Wang Jing'an nodded, took off the cloak, wrung it out, folded it together, and handed the cloak to the other party in the most solemn manner: "Senior Li... I dare to ask, Qingyi, in your Li family, What kind of?"

Just a tool as part of Tang Dao's sublimation plan, or... a family member?

Li Nianhua glanced at the cloak that Wang Jing'an handed over, was silent for a few seconds, and replied solemnly: "Qingyi is not an unwanted child. He is a descendant of my Li family and my grandson. He is also the eldest son of Li. He has 'family'."

In Li Nianhua's last answer, he emphasized the word "family" very hard, and at the same time, his face was filled with pride.

Tsing Yi is the pride of the human race and the pride of the Li family.

When Wang Jing'an heard this answer, he nodded with peace of mind: "Senior Li, I have the answer in my heart."

After watching Senior Li and the others leave, Wang Jing'an suddenly looked up at the sky and said with emotion: "I won the competition with Qing Yi, but I didn't feel the joy of victory."

Standing where he was, Wang Jing'an felt a lot.

He thought of his second ability again. If he had unleashed his second ability just now, could he have saved Qing Yi?

Qing Yi's death was due to his special talent that made him a tool for sublimating Tang Dao. He did not need to rely on others to save him. What he wanted was for others to remember him and carry his obsession and final wish to the human race. Let’s see how exciting that peaceful age was in the future!

Wang Jing'an already had the answer in his mind.

After a long time, Wang Jing'an looked at the principal in the distance and said, "Grandpa, why have you been hiding?"

When the principal heard the words "Godfather", his eyelids jumped and his heart was beating wildly. He secretly shouted that something was wrong, "Don't hurt me, kid."

"What the hell, grandpa, I don't know what you're talking about!" the principal insisted, as long as he refused to admit it, he was still winking crazily.

"Grandpa, didn't you say that my dad was your godson, and now you don't recognize this son?" Wang Jing'an walked up to the principal.

Sure enough, after hearing this title, Wang Dingtian's expression gradually changed and he stared at the principal: "Godfather, godson?"

The principal wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "Pavilion... Pavilion Master, that's all a misunderstanding..."

The principal's mouth was trembling, and he wanted to explain.

He suspected that Mr. Wang was seeking personal revenge. This boy clearly resented him for not killing the demon in time!

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to worry about these little things." Wang Dingtian put the Tang sword on his back and said, "Jing'an, when you figure it out one day, my father will personally bring this sword to you."

After saying that, Wang Dingtian looked at the people in charge of Tianling Pavilion in the distance, called them over, and asked: "Has Nanming Lihuo's serial number been accurately graded?"