Help! This Savior Is Too Old!

Nightingale, who had just completed her second sublimation, could not survive a single round at the hands of this mysterious young man.

If any news about what happened here leaks out, it will cause a huge earthquake!

Xiao Zhao blinked and asked cautiously,

"Sister Ying, do you think... could he be a dragon-level transcendent?"

"Dragon level?"

Jiang Bai happened to check the surroundings at this moment and found that he could not leave the hot pot restaurant. Hearing the conversation between the two, he was attracted over.

"Don't you classify extraordinary people according to the number of sublimations?"

In the current timeline, in the fifth mysterious tide, the number of sublimations represents combat power. Unless you encounter a monster that defies heaven, it will be difficult to fight beyond the level.

"You don't even know this?"

Nightingale frowned and analyzed,

"You said before that this place is history rather than reality. In other words, you come from a time after 2178, and you come from the future?"

Jiang Bai admires Nightingale very much. She has a flexible mind and clear thinking. The most important thing is that she believes in Jiang Bai's words.

At least, so to speak.

Facing smart people of his own, Jiang Bai is willing to say more,

"Yes, I suspect that the historical scenery here can be preserved, and it is related to a mirror. The attack you encountered is probably related to the mirror. Time is running out. Can you tell me the classification of extraordinary people?"

Nightingale nodded and replied,

"The number of sublimations cannot directly represent combat power and achievements, so we have new divisions: flowers, grass, birds, beasts, and dragons."

[Flower] means the most harmless superpower. It has no combat power and no harm. It is similar to people with guns. They are all fighting scum.

[Grass], probably corresponds to mid-level superpowers to palace masters.

As long as you become an extraordinary person and complete one sublimation, you will be rated as [Bird Level]. Nightingale's rating in the Disaster Prevention Committee is [Bird].

"The threshold for the higher [Beast] level is the second sublimation, and the accumulation of meritorious deeds. With the current progress, I am at least ten years away from the [Beast] level."

Nightingale said frankly,

"I have never seen a [Dragon]-level extraordinary person. Rumor has it that a dragon-level extraordinary person needs to complete a special thing, and the range of activities will be greatly restricted."

After hearing Nightingale's introduction, Jiang Bai probably had an idea in his mind.

[Beast] is either a peak powerhouse that has been sublimated twice, or it has been sublimated three times.

[Dragon] should be the same level of existence as the Emperor of Heaven, Ksitigarbha, and Divine Generals in later generations, and they are all responsible for handling burial places and forbidden places of death.

Even the top powerhouse systems of later generations may come from this.

Jiang Bai nodded, "Three feet of ice does not freeze in a day."

"The attack is coming in 1 minute and 15 seconds."

Nightingale stood up and glanced at everyone present.

"I am Nightingale, the [Bird]-level disaster handler of the Disaster Prevention Committee. According to the "Fourth Mysterious Tide Disaster Handling and Prevention Regulations," I announce that the on-site command will be taken over by Jiang Bai. All personnel will obey orders and obey them. Are there any questions? "

Zhang Baota seized the opportunity to drink the last drop of wine. Before he could swallow the wine, he quickly raised his hand,

"Comrade...does this count as meritorious deeds?"

"Calculate."

"Okay, okay!"

Zhang Baota wanted to ask again if his escape could not be recorded in the files, but considering the limited time, the little old man did not dare to delay any longer. He just poured his own wine bottle, trying to pour a few more drops from the empty bottle.

Jiang Bai stood in the middle of the hot pot restaurant, holding the little girl in his arms, raising one hand,

"From where I stand, everyone moves toward me."

The tables and chairs moved, and people almost jogged to Jiang Bai's side.

Zhang Baota was closest to Jiang Bai. Holding a wine bottle in one hand, he squeezed into a good position, very close to Jiang Bai.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that, regardless of whether this is a historical scene, if you want to survive, the closer you are to this mysterious Jiang Bai, the safer it will be.

The little girl and the little old man looked at each other. The little old man, who smelled of alcohol, smiled at first and wanted to say something. Then he remembered that he had drunk a lot of wine and quickly turned his head to the side.

It was crowded, with nearly twenty people forming a circle, and all of them had more or less nervous expressions on their faces, even Nightingale was no exception.

Although Xiao Zhao was very close to Jiang Bai, he deliberately stayed on the outside when the circle was formed. He could never maintain trust in this mysterious Jiang Bai.

When Nightingale saw this scene, she squeezed out of the crowd and pushed Xiao Zhao back, while she stayed on the outside.

"Sister Ying!"

"Shut up, there's no need to be so pretentious, we're already dead in history."

Nightingale paused and continued,

"If you didn't die, your survival would be more meaningful than mine. Birds are my limit, but not yours."

Obviously, in the face of life and death, Nightingale chose to let more valuable people live, just like her work in the Disaster Prevention Committee over the years.

Seeing this scene, the originally noisy crowd suddenly became quiet.

Zhang Baota, who was crowded in the core area, blushed, put the bottle in his hand, and finally made up his mind.

"Let me go, let me go out and get another bottle of wine..."

Zhang Baota squeezed to the outermost edge, but did not go to get the wine. Instead, he leaned close to Nightingale, hunched his back, and whispered,

"Comrade, I really didn't mean not to go. I set an alarm clock today, but ended up going to bed late. My grandson is still in college..."

Listening to the old man's ramblings, Nightingale hesitated to speak, and finally chose to break the rules and said frankly,

"Don't worry, there will be no impact. You will have 7 to 15 days of free time after the report. We will start counting the time the moment we find you."

Zhang Baota breathed a long sigh of relief. Although his flushed face was still rosy, the smile on his face became much more relaxed. He kept nodding and chattering,

"That's good, that's good."

Everyone spent the last minute in agony waiting.

Jiang Bai suddenly said, "Didn't I say before that freezing three feet is not as cold as one day?"

What?

Nightingale took a fancy to the countdown she had ordered, and it was about to reach zero!

When the countdown is about to reach zero, an attack may come at any time.

In Jiang Bai's sea of ​​consciousness, the figure of Han Chan appeared. Under Jiang Bai's crazy urging, infinite cold air surged out!

boom--

In just an instant, everyone was frozen into ice, and even the entire first floor of the hot pot restaurant was filled with ice!

Jiang Bai uses a seal to freeze people, so that he can still retain a glimmer of hope.

In the space outside the circle, Jiang Bai's methods are more simple and crude, the cold air pours out as if it is free, and layers of ice form the strongest shield!

In the middle of the ice circle, Jiang Bai is the only existence that is not frozen. He wants to witness this disaster with his own eyes.

"It's freezing three feet, but it's certainly not cold in one day."

Jiang Bai exhaled a cold breath,

"One moment is enough."