Even the unrelenting self-improvement that the organization naturally arranged just now, was speechless for a while.

The organization seemed to be overturned. Seeing that no one responded, Cao Qianxiu subconsciously looked at Zhang Yuanqing.

Zhang Yuanqing looked at the window: "No matter how careful the plan is, it is equivalent to an open-book exam for the star officials. If the high-level organization can't come, it is probably because they are entangled."

"Never try to ambush star officials. In terms of layout ability, among the major occupations in the spiritual realm, there is no one comparable to star officials. The senior management of the organization has too little experience in dealing with night tour gods."

The unruly sea monster doctor Lin Shengshou snorted: "As an afterthought, what's the use of talking about it now."

The Kraken is the fire master of the first district, no, he needs to be beaten more than the fire master. The fire master is speechless, and the sea monster is good at provocation.

Zhang Yuanqing glanced at him, he has been a spiritual practitioner for so long, he has learned to be tolerant, some professions have no brains when they talk, you have to admit it.

At this time, a gust of wind hit, and a middle-aged man in pajamas swept into the night sky.

The members of the anti-black and white alliance below breathed a sigh of relief, shouting "Yellow Wind Monster Deacon".

The middle-aged man looked at the windows that were flickering with thunder, ignoring the members on the block who spread their hands, causing the surrounding air to boil.

The strong wind kicked up dust and garbage, and the members below couldn't open their eyes.

Under the control of the middle-aged man, the boiling air flow condensed into wind blades, and the wind blades condensed into larger wind blades.

Looking forward to it under the breathless anticipation of Snow White and the others, the middle-aged deacon Huang Fenggui pushed out with both palms.

"Woo~"

The wind howled violently, and the six-meter-long wind blade suddenly slashed out and hit the film-like barrier.

The film shook violently twice, then recovered, and the wind blade collapsed into a strong wind.

It was a bit embarrassing not to break the restriction.

The expectant eyes of all the members froze, and their expressions also became stiff.

The face of the deacon Huang Fengwei changed slightly.

"No, it didn't work." Cao Qianxiu's face turned pale.

The expressions of the members of the six groups became serious.

It's too late to save Deacon Fengshen, unless the leader can arrive immediately, Deacon Fengshen will die.

How long can a person in a desperate situation last? Gale is not a profession with high defense and self-healing. It is not easy to survive until now. I

"What should I do?" Snow White cried anxiously.

At this time, Zhang Yuanqi cleared the phone in his pocket with a "ding", and he took out the phone to check the information: "The main body has been confirmed, and there are no high-ranking spiritual practitioners lurking around. I have already prepared a disguise, and the leader of Tongtian can appear on the stage at any time."

Zhang Yuanqing replied: "Wait until I break the restriction as a swordsman, then you can speak up again!"

The avatar replied: "Received!"

Zhang Yuanqing put away his mobile phone and walked towards the apartment building. During the process, he opened the inventory and grabbed a two-foot-long bronze sword.

Cao Qianxiu, who was behind her, was taken aback, and shouted, "What are you going to do?"

"Of course the deacon who saved you." JrNovels.com