The Strongest System

"Well, now that the teacher is back, there is something big to do. It is not convenient for you to be with me. In this way, you will find your brothers and sisters. When the teacher solves the problem, he will go back to find you." Lin Fan is a student. In front of us, it is natural to maintain the style.

"Yes, rest assured, the students will go looking for them." Cao Tianjiao excitedly nodded, and if they let the teacher know that the teacher is coming back, it will be very exciting.

When the teachers left without saying goodbye, they didn't know what happened. It didn't take long for the Dayan Dynasty to happen. They fled the Dayan Dynasty and they have been outside and have suffered a lot.

"Well." Lin Fan nodded, then raised his hand slightly, opened the void, and left here.

At the moment, Cao Tianjiao’s younger brothers and sisters have long looked silly. In front of Lin Fan, they dare not say a word, the face of awe.

Now that Lin Fan has left, they have recovered their hearts and they have shaken one by one.

"Brother, why didn't you tell us before, you have such a powerful teacher."

"Yeah, young is no problem, and this strength is too strong, it is scary to death."

"That temperament is nothing to say. It is a peerless high school."

"There is just a palm that is too fierce. I feel that even the strong man of the big heaven is not so strong. The whole world seems to be going to collapse."

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Cao Tianjiao listened to what the younger brother and sister said, and the corner of his mouth rose slightly, and his face was proud.

"Of course, this is my teacher. I can tell you that when I was with my brothers and sisters, I was the most talented person in the whole school. The two people who were the most savvy two years ago were only the acquired realm, just because they got The teacher's point of dialing, repaired into a leaps and bounds." Cao Tianjiao's mood at this moment is also much better.

"Ah..., no, my brother, when you entered Chihongzong, it was just an innate realm. Isn’t it all your own efforts to come to the realm of today?" A younger brother said with some disapproval.

"Yeah...." Others also nodded.

Cao Tianjiao glanced at the crowd and recalled the gratitude of the color. Then he looked at the sleeves and looked at the endless void. "You don't understand..."

"You don't say, how do we understand, but we are talking."

"Yeah yeah."

....

Cao Tianjia smiled and shook his head. "You don't understand..."

"..." everyone.

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Lin Fan didn't think that he had just come to Cang Lingzhou from Donglingzhou to meet a student he had taught. It was also a little excited.

It’s been two years, so go back and have a look.

Once the base camp of the Holy Mozong, I don’t know what happened now, or who was occupied by it.

Lin Fan’s eyes sparkled with a hint of coldness. When I came back this time, I didn’t get overturned. I am sorry that I have suffered in the past two years.

In an instant, a figure flew in the void.

Once the location of the Holy Mozong, there is a land of feng shui, although after the war, there are no buildings, but there are still countless people there.

Today, the Holy Mozong is replaced by Qiankun Zong.

After the First Sect of the Nine Zongmen, all the wealth of the Holy Mozong was divided, and the mountain gate was given to Qiankun.

The original Zongmen of Qiankun Zong is not bad, but it is even more important for the treasure land of the Holy Mozong. Therefore, after the demon sect was destroyed, the Sovereign Zongzong ordered the Zongmen to relocate and came to the holy demon.

Qian Kunzong practiced on the battlefield.

Countless disciples are cultivating hard.

"drink……."

A burst of anger and resounding throughout the world, the Qiankun sects cultivated each other.

A figure in the practice martial arts field, like the Tenglong general walk, the whole body of blood suddenly boiling hot water, and constantly exudes heat.

"Tiger."

A Qiankun Zong disciple, full of imposing manners, a fist hit in front of the standing figure.

"boom……."

The dull roar suddenly sounded, accompanied by a scream.

The figure that was hit by a punch instantly fell to the ground, and a blood spurted out, and the color of anger was hidden in his eyes.

"Hey, waste, can't take a punch." The Qiankun sect, coldly glanced at the sandbag that was being blown out, with a hint of disdain.

The Qiankun sects around him also came up, and then smiled and said, "Sister, these sandbags of the Holy Mozong, the cultivation of "Titanium Devil" for so long, even a punch of blood, is really waste, I don't know what the Sovereign kept with them?"

"You don't understand these things. The Sovereign said, the practice has to be practiced. These guys used to be the sandbags of the Holy Mozong. They cultivated the lowest level of physical practice. Although they are not worthy, they are not so easy to die. In particular, this "Titanium Devil" has already been cultivated to the peak, and the resistance is good."

"Oh, it turns out that the sandbags of the Holy Mozong are somewhat useful, but they have died a lot in the past two years, and there are not many. You have to wait for the brothers to leave some points for the younger brothers."

"Haha, that's natural." The Qiankun sect said with a smirk, looking at the eyes of the sandbags, but also showing the twilight, "How, dissatisfied? These holy sandbags are a waste."

Around the only remaining sacred sacred sandbags, watching these disciples of Qian Kunzong, the heart is also burning with raging fire, but there is nothing to help.

This is under the fence.

Although in the past, the Holy Mozong was a sandbag party, but at least there is a little dignity, and some people will not be so embarrassed to start, but now this Kun Kunzong, but it is fierce, completely completely do not treat them as human beings.

In that year's war, they were all sandbag parties, and they had no strength at all. The last sect was destroyed and they were captured.

Originally thought that those sects would give them away, but they did not expect to be valued by the Sovereign Zong Zong, directly detained, let them continue to be sandbags for their disciples to practice.

Wang Xiaoliu clenched his fists and looked at the sandbags that were the same as the holy demon. Finally he bit his teeth, and although he was afraid of death, he had already had enough.

"I am fed up, I want to play with you, I am a holy magical sandbag I recognized, but become your sandbags, I don't want to endure anymore, isn't it dead? I am not afraid." Wang Xiaoliu looks straight This Qian Kunzong disciple roared in anger.

"Haha..."

The Qiankun sects around him suddenly laughed.

In their opinion, this guy is simply looking for a dead end.

It’s time for this, and I still want to resist. It seems that I really want to die.

"Small six..." The only remaining sandbags, the feelings have been getting deeper and deeper in these years, they also thought about resistance, but this is the territory of others, what can they do, now see Wang Xiaoliu rebelled against these people and worried about it.

"Just by you? What do you want? Do you want to rely on the "Titanium Devil"?" Qian Kunzong's disciple laughed, and the strong body, exposed, gave people an invisible sense of oppression.

Wang Xiaoliu glanced at each other with his teeth, "I will pass on my homework."

"Haha..." At this moment, everyone laughed again, as if they heard the most funny joke in the world.

Family biography? It is really funny.

"Come on, let me see what your **** is doing."

"I have spelled with you, and you are not allowed to insult my family to pass the exercises." Wang Xiaoliu screamed and rushed to the Qiankun sect.

"Haha..." Looking at the flawless sandbags, the Qiankun sects laughed at this moment.

In their view, waste is always a waste, and it is simply a laugh to kill people.

PS; This Wang Xiaoliu is the character who appeared in the third chapter. He passed the family biography "Monkey Stealing Peach" to Lin Fan's sandbag. Anyway, this pit should be filled. Lin Fan said, if you When the cows get up, it is natural to keep people from flying.