Divine System of the Strongest Card Supplier in the End Times

Although Fang Fan was not killed by his own hands, as long as he died.

Seeing the melancholy and sentimental affection on the faces of Tai Shujie Xue Wanren and others, Cao Ji secretly celebrated with excitement in his heart...

Cool! That's so cool!

He waited for this wave!

Slowly, the figure fluttered directly, and the mind was fully ascending!

Naturally, there is no need to say more about other things.

Just as Cao Ji wanted to stab in excitement, Tai Shujie's sharp eyes swept over.

"My apprentice has something to do, kill you and bury you."

Uncle Jie said every word.

Cao Ji: "???"

This has something to do with me?

What am I...I did not do it?

"You are deceiving too much!"

"This is not a place where you can run wild!"

"I advise you to do it yourself!"

"You are just a mentor of the Guangming Academy! I am the first supervisor of the Guards of the Guangming God City, and Cao Teng, the Lord of the Guangming God City, is still my brother..."

Cao Ji looked indignant and wanted to add a strong bargaining chip to himself.

But obviously, it's useless at all right now, it's just ended, it's just... nothing.

I can still play a chicken at this time...

In all aspects, it was completely terminated.

"Oh……"

"What does it have to do with me?"

"I want to kill you, can you stop it?"

"Can your brother, the city lord, fly over to save you from thousands of miles away?"

Tai Uncle Jie smiled, with a calm expression on his face.

Cao Ji: "..."

Don't bring such bullies.

Cao Ji squirmed his lips and almost cried...

Oh shit……

I'm so difficult!

Can you still play like this?

That's it? That's it?

The mentality is exploded!

"Shameless!"

"brazen!"

Cao Ji trembled his lips, trying to abuse something more ugly, but after seeing Tai Shujie’s ferocious gaze, his body retreated subconsciously, and deliberately retreated behind Xia Hou Xiaotian, the commander of the city guard of the city of light. At the very least, there is a sense of security.

This is too difficult.

He almost broke down on the spot.

The sense of panic and uneasiness swept through the body, and the whole person almost vomited blood.

So hard...

It's crazy.

It's special... It's nothing.

I can't play it anymore.

"The scout is back..."

"The scout sent out just now is back!"

"Everyone be quiet!"

Murong Yu stepped forward and said quickly.

At this moment, Murong Yu's heart also hung up, and the panic on his face was particularly real.

At this moment Murong Yu had no bottom in his heart.

Although Fang Fan has countless hole cards, but... but the hole cards are not omnipotent.

What if... What if there is a little deviation and a little accident?

What to do then...

I can't do it anyway.

Now this situation is very complicated, very complicated.

Slightly careless, the mentality burst directly, the brain blood collapsed on the spot, nothing.

How do you want to play this time?

"What happened?"

"Say!"

"The Protoss army...what's the situation!"

Xue Wanren, the deputy chief of the Guangming Academy, stepped out and directly brought the scout over.

"This...I..."

"I...I saw the corpses of many protoss soldiers on the ground..."

"Those Protoss soldiers seem...seemly enthusiastic, and their casualties seem to be great."

"We can't hear them clearly, but it can be seen from the dead bodies on the ground. At least thousands of soldiers have been damaged..."

"We didn't dare to get too close, so we got the information..."

"Now there is a mess on the Protoss side..."

The scout did his best to tell everything he knew.

Everyone frowned, and they couldn't help but fall into contemplation...

This situation seems to be very strange.

What should be done next is the key.

"The Protoss... It's a mess..."

"call……"

"I always think there will be something tricky in this..."

"We all know the combat power of the Protoss..."

"With Fang Fan and their combat power, how can the tens of thousands of Protoss become a mess, and the scout means that the Protoss has also lost thousands of troops..."

"It's even more impossible."

"After the 10,000 pioneers of the Protoss arrived on the scene before, the millions of cultivators in the Seven-Institute Divine City couldn't hold it..."

"What's more, it's still in the protoss army..."

Xue Wanren rubbed his painful head, while speaking, he couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

All kinds of thoughts in the brain are all round, and all the messy thoughts are also emerging.

"If it is someone else, it is naturally impossible to do this..."

"But if it's Fang Fan, that's really not necessarily the case..."

"Forehead……"

"This guy... has always been a magical existence."

"Never guess where his bottom is..."

"Because I can't predict..."

"I believe in my disciple."

"These thousands of protoss soldiers must have been killed by my disciples!"

"Moreover, the scouts are just watching the leopard. Maybe the number of dead and injured Protoss cultivators is far more than a few thousand..."

"My disciple, super god!"

Uncle Jie rubbed his hands and looked particularly excited.

Who else can an apprentice who doesn't believe in himself believe?

For my own disciples, that naturally requires 100% unconditional trust!

This is a big premise!

"cough……"

"this……"

"Teacher Taishu, I didn't mean to belittle it, but I think this possibility is still too small..."

"After all, there are still several semi-god powerhouses among the Protoss..."

"Under the prying eyes of several semi-god powerhouses in the Protoss, can little friend Fang Fan and his follower punish thousands of Protoss soldiers?"

"this……"

"Are these Protoss soldiers all paper-cut? They are allowed to kill?"

Ji Lan, the dean of Tianwu Academy and the lord of the Seventh Academy of God City, couldn't help but open his mouth at this moment, and then sighed leisurely, his eyes flickering, and the changes in his facial expressions were particularly complicated.

All kinds of messy thoughts gathered in my heart, and some were not quite clear.

The idea of ​​Ji Lan, the dean of Tianwu College, is actually the idea of ​​the public.

Kill thousands of Protoss with the power of a hundred people?

Even if Fang Fan is a demigod, his guards are all saints, it is difficult to do it.

"This is not the time to discuss this..."

"The key is, should we send troops?"

"If the Protoss is really messing up and losing troops, now is the best time for us to send troops..."

"Instead of waiting for the Protoss to react against me, it's better to choose to preemptively..."

"Preemptive strikes, and later strikes control others. I believe everyone understands this truth..."

"There is such a good opportunity right now!"

Xia Hou Xiaotian, the commander of the Guangming Shencheng City Guard, licked his lips, and immediately said with excitement.

He is the main combat faction, seeing the fighter planes, some can't move.

His keen perception makes him feel that this is an excellent opportunity!