The Three Realms of Super Students

"Whether the Huaxia cultivation world can survive this monstrous calamity, it's all between Zhang Wutian and you ..."

Having said that, Wang Zhenyuan's voice still became very low, and there was a deep sense of killing in the lines.

"In addition, I have now used all the pulses of my hand to search for the whereabouts of the black blood old demon throughout China."

"As long as I search for relevant information about the black blood old demon, I will inform you as soon as possible!"

"Mr. Zhang, you are at the top of our gold list in China's self-cultivation world, the first person in the younger generation, and even China's Yan Huang descendants!"

"In the face of this evil innocent, treating other people's lives as children's drama, you have an obligation to protect the law for the country!"

"Now, Wang Zhenyuan, on behalf of those innocent people who died under the hands of the black blood old demon, ask you for your help!"

Wang Zhenyuan's words made Zhang Xiaofan's complexion harder.

"When you count the popular characters today, it depends on your Godless Supreme, Zhang Wutian!"

"If this black blood old demon appears in Huaxia, please also kill it immediately, and return to the world!"

After ending the conversation with Wang Zhenyuan, Zhang Xiaofan still felt quite heavy.

It's been a while since I met General Wang Zhenyuan, but Zhang Xiaofan has never seen this General Wang speak with him in such a tone.

This is a solemn declaration with a clear heritage of mission, a sense of mission in which the heroes of the older generation of Huaxia will transfer the heavy responsibility to themselves!

Even Zhang Xiaofan can now imagine how sad this black-blooded old demon had done in the realm of Chinese cultivation!

As a result, even the veteran general Wang Wang is so indifferent that Taishan collapses in front of the older generation, and it is difficult to conceal his deep-seated killing in his words!

"Is the black blood old demon ?!"

Zhang Xiaofan froze his palm slightly, and the crimson lava flowed from his palm, bringing up a scorching heat wave!

"A few decades ago, the reason you were able to leave alive in China is not how powerful you are."

"Just because you're lucky, you didn't meet me Zhang Wutian!"

"Today, if you don't know how to die, you will invade the Huaxia cultivation world. This time, let me give you the last life you owed!"

Wutian Mozun, Zhang Wutian, this one who has just reached the age of a weak crown, is a generation of Tianjiao's son who has risen like a comet in the Huaxia cultivation world. He is absolutely killing the black blood old demon!

Looking at this uncle Huaxia, anyone who is stared at him by Zhang Wutian is only a matter of time, and no one has ever escaped from his hands.

At that time, it was impossible for Luo Xinghan to be the best face buddha in the gold list of Huaxia Xiuzhen. Today, he is even more unworthy!

"..."

After Zhang Xiaofan ended the conversation with Wang Zhenyuan, he saw that he took a shower and fell asleep in an empty bed.

An hour and a half later, Qian Wenyi and his roommates came back from the outside.

Needless to say, Zhu Haoyun and Qian Wenyi are so drunk and unconscious that they are almost drunk. They are also vague when talking, and they whispered the names of Luo Yurou's beautiful housemates from time to time. ...