I became a god through frontier slaughter, and I crushed the academy's prodigies!

"Master Shen..."

Zhang Yue took a deep breath.

He suddenly lowered his head, clasped his hands together, and bowed deeply to Shen Tian.

This bow was at a ninety-degree angle.

无可挑剔。

"It was I, Zhang, who was blind to your greatness!"

"I was short-sighted, like a frog in a well!"

"Your forging skills are truly superb!"

"I, Zhang Yue, am convinced!"

I'm completely convinced!

Zhang Yue is a straightforward person.

He was also a pure soldier.

If you're wrong, admit it; if you're going to get punished, stand up straight.

Since I misjudged him before, I should sincerely apologize.

In the face of absolute strength, what is face worth?

The soldiers of the Po Jun Si around them were shocked to see their usually dignified garrison commander bowing so deeply to a young boy.

None of them felt that anything was wrong.

They even took it for granted.

joke.

Who among us wasn't confused by that "Thunder Purgatory" move just now?

If it were them...

He'd probably be kneeling down, begging for mercy, and calling me "Dad" by now.

"General Zhang, you flatter me."

Shen Tian wasn't the kind of person who wouldn't let things go even if he was in the right.

Even when showing off, there's a limit.

Since the other party has already backed down, and in front of so many of his subordinates.

We should still give them some face.

"I just got lucky and happened to have a sudden epiphany about some tricks."

Shen Tian waved his hand, looking humble.

Zhang Yue and Lei Wanshan exchanged a glance, both seeing the speechlessness in each other's eyes.

Zhang Yue looked at Lei Wanshan.

His eyes seemed to say, "Has Master Shen always been this humble?"

Lei Wanshan glanced sideways at Zhang Yue, who looked like he wanted to bury his head in his crotch.

He felt incredibly satisfied.

Back in Tianyun City, in Guhe's workshop, Lei Wanshan had suffered quite a bit of stimulation.

Watching my old comrades' worldview crumble along with them is even more exhilarating than finding a magical weapon.

Old Zhang, where did your energy go?

Lei Wanshan slung his sword over his shoulder, his eyes filled with disdain and sarcasm.

Wasn't Master Shen supposed to be some greenhorn from who-knows-where?

Didn't they say they were going to kill Master Shen on the spot?

Come on, the knife is right here, and Master Shen is right here too. Show me how you make a move.

Zhang Yue's face turned pale and then flushed, as if he had been dyed.

Burning pain.

He now wishes he could slap himself twice.

He's blind.

They're really blind.

Faced with Lei Wanshan's sarcastic gaze, Zhang Yue didn't dare utter a single word.

Zhang Yue walked quickly to Shen Tian's side, but then stopped abruptly three steps away.

"Old Lei, is your brain filled with mush?"

"Aren't you going to protect Master Shen properly!"

Lei Wanshan's eyes darted around, and he immediately realized what was going on.

He was so engrossed in having fun that he completely ignored Shen Tian's strategic importance!

A weapon forger who can independently refine spiritual weapons at the age of seventeen.

A mentalist capable of single-handedly withstanding a horde of thousands of beasts.

In China, such people are strategic national treasures!

If we let him continue to grow.

As long as he is there, the Dragon Kingdom will be able to continuously produce spiritual weapons!

Even higher-grade weapons are possible!

Zhang Yue roared in a low voice.

"Even if we can't hold onto Wind City today."

Even if we both die here.

"Master Shen must also leave unharmed!"

"His life is more important than both of ours combined!"

Lei Wanshan isn't stupid.

Of course he knows this principle.

His previously nonchalant expression vanished instantly.

He gripped his sword tightly, and his aura suddenly exploded.

"Old Zhang, you're right, I was being presumptuous."

Two big shots.

One is at the peak of the fifth rank, and the other is at the early stage of the sixth rank.

At this moment, they stood solemnly on either side of Shen Tian, ​​like guardian deities.

Shen Tian was listening to the system's notification sound in his ear at this moment.

The fluctuating kill count filled him with exhilaration.

The thirty-six pagoda-shaped thunderbolts moved more and more merrily through the beast tide.

Zhang Yue and Lei Wanshan were like two guardian deities.

Azure Dragon on the left, White Tiger on the right.

They tightly sandwiched Shen Tian in the middle.

Shen Tian, ​​who was frantically harvesting alien beasts, suddenly felt the light around him dim.

Shen Tian tilted his head slightly.

On the left is Zhang Yue, his face covered in blood, but his eyes are as kind as if he were looking at his own newborn grandson.

On the right is Lei Wanshan, carrying a large sword and looking tense, as if he were guarding some kind of fragile porcelain.

This scene is so beautiful.

It was so beautiful that it gave Shen Tian goosebumps.

"Uh...you two?"

Shen Tian tentatively spoke.

Before he could finish half a sentence...

Zhang Yue's weathered old face instantly came closer, less than five centimeters from Shen Tian's nose.

You can even see the blood clots remaining in his pores.

"Master Shen! What's wrong?"

Are you feeling dizzy?

"Are you feeling nauseous and want to vomit?"

"Does it feel like there are needles pricking your brain?"

This barrage of questions left Shen Tian completely bewildered.

They didn't give Shen Tian a chance to speak.

Lei Wanshan, standing next to him, was even more outrageous.

This guy is usually a reckless brute who only shouts "Kill! Kill! Kill!", but now he somehow produced a military water bottle.

They even thoughtfully unscrewed the lid.

"Master, come, have some water."

"This is my treasured remedy for regaining consciousness. Although there's only one sip left, please moisten your throat first."

"Excessive mental exertion is a grave taboo, especially for a genius like you. If your foundation is damaged, then I, Lei Wanshan, will be a sinner of the Dragon Kingdom!"

Lei Wanshan's tiger-like eyes were filled with a light called "care".

His hand, larger than a palm-leaf fan, was carefully placed behind Shen Tian.

They were terrified that Shen Tianxia might suddenly faint at any moment.

Shen Tian looked at the water bottle being offered to his lips, and then at the expressions on the faces of the two people.

His lips twitched involuntarily a couple of times.

What the hell is going on here?

"I didn't..."

"Don't speak!"

Zhang Yue interrupted Shen Tian with a serious expression, even putting a finger to his lips in a solemn manner.

"Shh-"

"Maintain your breathing rhythm."

"The spiritual practitioner is most vulnerable at this stage and must not be distracted."

Zhang Yue turned around and glared angrily at the group of Po Jun Si warriors who were still watching the commotion behind him.

"Keep your voices down!"

"Don't disturb Master Shen!"

The three thousand burly men fell silent instantly.

They all held their breath, not daring to utter a single fart.

Shen Tian: "..."

No.

Have you misunderstood something?

Shen Tian glanced down at the system panel.

He is not tired at all now.

On the contrary, due to the rapid increase in his kill count, he was in a state of extreme excitement.

This is hardly an overdraft.

"Um, General Zhang, Brother Lei."

Shen Tian took a deep breath, trying to break the suffocating atmosphere of "doting".

"I'm really fine."

"Master Shen, you don't need to force yourself."

If you're tired, take a rest.

Lei Wanshan, who was standing next to him, chimed in.

"Yes, yes, Master Shen."

"While yours is powerful, that's a spirit weapon!"

"Even a fourth-grade mentalist would find it difficult to activate this thing."

"We can't do things that overdraw our potential."

Even if Fengcheng falls, you cannot be harmed.

Shen Tian sighed helplessly.

The explanation is insufficient.