The formation storm gradually became silent.

And from among them, two figures slowly walked out, supporting each other.

"It's Ling Tian!"

"He is actually not dead!"

"Master..."

Everyone looked at the two figures slowly walking out from the platform, dumbfounded.

Unexpectedly, the collapse of Jiuzhong Mountain Pass and such a big movement failed to leave Ling Tian behind!

Isn't this guy's life too tough?

The storm was silent. At this time, everyone in the middle domain could see clearly. Although Ling Tian's golden armor was still shining with light, the light was weak. There were shattered cracks everywhere on the armor.

However, Ling Tian still looked quite good.

There didn't seem to be any injuries.

Are you safe?

Everyone's hearts were shocked.

He led the genius of the human race to climb the ninth mountain peak, and even went deep into the depths of the ninth mountain pass. In the end, he came back intact?

"Ling Tian?!"

Zuo Zongren put away his hands and kept his eyes on Ling Tian.

Ling Tian also turned around and nodded slightly towards Zuo Zongren.

"Okay, very good!"

Seeing this, Zuo Zongren was ecstatic, but he still suppressed his excitement.

"Brother Lingtian, it's great that you can come out!"

"Master, are you not injured?"

"Minmin, you are so crazy, why didn't you come out earlier!?"

Zuo Xianzhi, Shangguan and others all rushed onto the platform at this time.

Gather Ling Tian and Zhao Min together.

"Haha, I can't. Isn't this coming out?"

Ling Tian's face was filled with smiles.

From everyone's faces, he could feel the sincere concern.

Immediately, Ling Tian stood out from the crowd, his invincible gaze swept across the hundreds of thousands of warriors in the military camp, and finally landed on Chu Jingfeng, Wei Yan and other juniors and freshmen.

"Now, I am the Holy Son of Nanhua City, is there any problem?"

Everyone looked at each other.

This is indeed Ling Tian.

After the disaster, after he came out, he was still so crazy.

However, this time, no one spoke anymore.

Ling Tian's tyranny no longer needs to be proven. Who else would this Holy Son be?

"Ling Tian, ​​let me ask you, did my son Bai Yu die in your hands?"

However, at this time, a voice suddenly sounded.

Ling Tian followed the sound and saw a middle-aged man in white descending from the sky and hovering in front of the platform.

"Bai Yu?"

Ling Tian frowned, "Haha, I remembered that he and I competed in the art of piano sound, but he couldn't bear a single blow and died."

"He is too weak, there is nothing I can do."

The No. 1 freshman at Bailu Academy, is the art of piano sound too weak?

Ling Tian's words were still arrogant.

However, the killing intent in the eyes of the dean of Egret College could no longer be suppressed.

He lifted up his big sleeves, and a white jade scroll rose into the sky. The pressure of the top-grade immortal treasure filled the air, and a barrier enveloped it.

Immediately, at the same time, his other big hand stretched out, and in an instant, it formed a terrifying giant palm of frost, which was shot towards Ling Tian!

The dean of Bailu College actually chose to take action directly in front of everyone at this moment.
Chapter completed!