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

"After reading these comments, what do you think, Junior Jing'an?"

Lin Wanqing stared at each other.

Wang Jing'an didn't say anything, just laughed twice and lowered his head to eat.

In these comments, he saw the group price, what is the righteousness of the human race, the feelings of family and country...

At this moment, Yang Zhen, Chu Ziyao, and many other classmates in the class came to the cafeteria, packed their meals, and sat near Wang Jing'an's seat.

"Jing'an, we have heard about this, don't worry, we are here." Yang Zhen was actually worried that the Human Alliance would hand Jing'an over.

If that were the case, it would probably chill the hearts of countless human warriors.

Although if a war breaks out, many people will die, and even countless families will be destroyed.

However, in a world where humans and monsters coexist, who dares to say that war will not break out?

It's just a matter of sooner or later.

Seeing that Jing'an didn't speak, Yang Zhen stretched out his foot and kicked Chu Ziyao beside him, winking wildly.

Chu Ziyao understood the idea and immediately clapped the table and stood up: "Yang Zhen, you are not the person involved, so please stop making sarcastic remarks here, okay? If it were you, wouldn't you be worried?"

Yang Zhen immediately entered the state: "Chu Ziyao, what the hell do you mean? Is it wrong for me to comfort my family Jing'an?"

Chu Ziyao shouted: "What's wrong with your family? Do you want some B-face?"

Yang Zhen said angrily: "Zhuo! Do you want to fight?"

Chu Ziyao's energy exploded all over his body: "Just fight, I'm still afraid of you, you little wimp?"

Yang Zhen shouted: "Infighting is nothing, if you have the guts to kill the demon messenger!"

Chu Ziyao: "Just go, who is afraid of whom?"

Yang Zhen: "Go!"

Chu Ziyao: "Let's go!"

"Let's go!"

The two of them were confronting each other in the cafeteria, making many classmates look embarrassed. The traces of this performance were too strong.

Lin Wanqing crossed her arms and responded with a smile: "You should go ahead and chop down the demon messenger."

The two of them were suddenly embarrassed.

Yang Zhen was frightened for a moment: "What, we just want to comfort Jing'an, but we old men don't know how to comfort him."

Lin Wanqing glared at them from the side and said, "Okay, okay. People who know about it think you are acting, and people who don't know think you are jealous."

"Jealous?" When Yang Zhen heard this, he immediately slumped down.

Chu Ziyao also said: "Senior Sister Wan Qing, is this the way to be jealous?"

After Wang Jing'an finished eating, he stood up and said with a smile: "I'm not as fragile as you think. If I was really afraid, I wouldn't have killed the demon prince at that time. Since I dared to kill it, I would dare to do it." Just courage.”

Yang Zhen gave a thumbs up: "Well done Jing'an, you are indeed someone I admire."

Before the warm scene in the cafeteria could continue, a voice came from outside the cafeteria.

This message was processed with special means, so it spread so far.

Only high-grade sound transmission spiritual weapons can do this.

This transmission was originally in the language of the demon clan, but after it was translated, everyone understood it.

"One morning has passed, why hasn't a human superior come forward to respond?"

"I reiterate, at this time tomorrow, the body of the Seventh Prince must appear at the border of the Demon Realm!"

"In addition, at this time tomorrow, it is best for us to meet the owner of Nanming Lihuo, and don't think about finding anyone else to replace him!"

"If not, there will be consequences at your own risk!"

As soon as this message came out, it almost became popular throughout Canglong Martial Arts School.

Then, a violent rage broke out in the area affected by the sound transmission.

All the students in the cafeteria suddenly heard it.

They subconsciously looked at Wang Jing'an.

I saw Wang Jing'an standing motionless, with a faint smile on his lips, not too panicked.

"Damn it, those envoys are talking so loudly, and they are responsible for the consequences. I just want to see if my Jing'an doesn't show up at the border tomorrow, what can you monsters do to my Jing'an?"

Yang Zhen's temper got worse: "Grandma, I'll post a solicitation online to see which brother is at the border and ask them to record a video or live broadcast the entire process."

Chu Ziyao said: "No need, there are several big bloggers who are already live broadcasting the border affairs."

Yang Zhen came over to take a look.

Other students, including Lin Wanqing, were also curious and came over to see what the current situation was at the border.

Inside the live broadcast room of one of the big bloggers named "Alai is the most handsome".

The blogger stood on a city gate and asked his assistant to take the photo.

Then the big blogger kept explaining and scolding the monsters for being shameless and being inferior to humans.

In short, I just put in a good word for Wang Jing'an.

The comments in the live broadcast room were also very good.

but.

It's okay if you don't look at it. This look shocked many people.

Because there seemed to be a person walking through the air above the live broadcast screen.

That figure was extremely small, but on his shoulders, he was carrying a... coffin?

The big blogger who said "Alai is the most handsome" was shocked: "Let me go, who is this? He seems to be carrying a coffin. Assistant, hurry up, pull the camera over and zoom in to see who it is."

Then, the live broadcast room screen appeared in mid-air.

Because the figure is high in the sky, even if the lens is zoomed in, the figure cannot be seen in high definition.

But it can be distinguished that he is a middle-aged man.

What he was carrying on his shoulders was indeed a coffin.

Chu Ziyao, who was holding his mobile phone, suddenly raised his head and looked not far away when he saw the person in the live broadcast: "Jing'an, it seems to be your uncle!"

"My uncle?" Wang Jing'an came over and wanted to find out.

"Look." Chu Ziyao pointed to the live broadcast screen.

Although I can't see the face clearly, I can identify who the other person is.

Many people have met the master of Tianling Pavilion, and he is not considered a stranger.

When Wang Jing'an saw the other party, he frowned: "What is he doing at the border?"

…

And in a border city west of Daxia.

Chen Jingnian, the master of Tianling Pavilion, stepped on the altitude of more than a thousand meters, pressed the heavy coffin into the air, then stepped on the coffin lid, pointed at the three envoys outside the border, and shouted: "I'll give you ten minutes. In time, you will immediately disappear at the border of Daxia. If you are still here ten minutes later, I will personally send you to hell!"

Outside the border city, the three envoys were all half-human and half-animal. They were also confronting each other and did not leave.

The envoy in white robes at the head shouted: "The seventh prince of the Lingxi clan, who is of SSS-level blood, shouldn't be given an explanation by the human race? Do you, the human race, want to tear up the truce covenant?"

Chen Jinnian reached out with his hand, and suddenly there was a terrifying force in the distant sky, and the coffin under his feet gradually flew out.

"Let me tell your mother, which rule in the truce covenant prohibits the younger generations from fighting?"

Chen Jinnian waved his hand and raised his middle finger: "The truce covenant only restricts cultivation above the eighth level. Which covenant has my nephew violated?"

The white-robed envoy was furious: "We, the demon clan, have already given us time. If we still can't see anyone when the time comes, even if we tear up the covenant, we, the demon clan, will kill that Shuzi!"