After The College Entrance Examination, I Was Actually Encrypted By The National Sss Level - Chapter 67 If There Is A War, You Will Be Summoned Back

“Can I hit you?”

Although there are a lot of procedures, Wang Jing’an still wants to beat people.

If these programs were presented in a normal way, Wang Jing’an would not think anything of it.

But combined with the system’s despicable appearance, I feel like it deserves a beating!

“Stabilize your cultivation!” Thirty million reputations were spent, and Wang Jing’an was not short of the one million.

System: “Solid success!”

[Host’s current cultivation level: Four Realms]

[Note: Breaking through the five realms requires 80 million reputation]

【Name】: Wang Jing’an

【Age】：18

[Gender]: Unknown

[Rank]: Golden Stage III

[Power]: 1200/1200

[Cultivation]: Four realms (when the strength reaches 2500, you can break through the five realms)

[Talent]: SSS-level Nanming Lihuo (78% compatibility), SSS-level Fooling (31% compatibility)

[Reputation]: 40.9112 million

[Item]: SSS level bloodline demon rhinoceros horn × 1

“Fooling the five senses…” Wang Jing’an sensed that Fooling had developed a second ability.

If he meets the demon prince again, Wang Jing’an can play with him to death if he is in the same situation.

After the breakthrough, Wang Jingan fell into a deep sleep.

…

Until about eight o’clock the next morning.

Three envoys from the Yao clan came to Daxia.

The three envoys are at the Sixth Realm, so appearing in Daxia does not constitute a violation of the truce.

The appearance of these envoys did not go deep into the territory of Daxia, but stood at the junction of the borders and directly used high-grade sound transmission spiritual weapons:

“I have been ordered by Ancestor Lingxi to inform the Human Alliance that yesterday the owner of Nanming Lihuo killed the SSS-level bloodline of our demon clan. We can negotiate as appropriate.”

“However, you humans must hand over the owner of Nanming Lihuo within seven days.”

“In addition, send the body of the seventh prince of the Lingxi tribe to the border of the Demon Realm!”

This sound-transmitting spiritual weapon translated the demon language and spread from the border of Daxia to all directions.

These three envoys were also smart people and did not enter Daxia directly for fear of not being able to get out.

Also this morning, because of a message from the demon messenger, the whole city was in uproar.

As the saying goes, one word can be passed down to ten, and ten can be passed down to hundreds. In just one morning, many warriors knew about this matter.

Wang Jing’an, who slept until noon, planned to go to the cafeteria to have lunch, and then go to the classroom to see if there were any required courses today.

If possible, learn the demon language by the way, especially the curse language. Wang Jing’an is particularly interested in it.

However.

When Wang Jing’an walked into the cafeteria, he found that many students were staring at him with strange eyes.

Some female classmates even expressed their passionate admiration.

Not to mention the female classmates, quite a few male classmates came over to ask for photos and autographs, as if they had been given a shot of chicken blood.

Wang Jing’an thought: “Did the ability to fool people spread? It shouldn’t be. Only the school leaders and Senior Sister Wan Qing know about this.”

The school leaders would never take this kind of thing seriously, but senior Wan Qing and the others don’t look like big-mouthed monsters?

In the next ten minutes, Wang Jing’an figured out the whole story.

It turned out that one morning, all the major martial arts schools, and even online campus forums, news, media, social media and other platforms and channels were discussing the matter of the owner of Nanming Lihuo killing the seventh prince of the Lingxi tribe.

Many Daxia warriors know who the owner of Nanming Lihuo is.

Wang Jing’an, the top scorer in the college entrance examination.

Which clan is the Lingxi clan? Some media also picked it up.

It is one of the eight ancient ethnic groups of the Monster Clan. The clan is best at the Lingxi Bangtian Crash. The previous generation Lingxi Emperor once used the Lingxi Bangtian Crash to directly seriously injure one of the Ten Saints of the human race.

Therefore, Wang Jing’an once again appeared in the field of Daxia warrior circles in the shortest possible time.

You know, the prince that Wang Jing’an killed was the seventh prince of the Lingxi clan. He had SSS-level bloodline and was killed before he could grow up.

“Senior Jing’an, you are now a celebrity in Daxia. Oh no, I used the wrong word. You are now a celebrity in the human race. Many foreign warriors are clamoring on the Internet to come to Daxia to meet you.” Lin Wanqing did not hesitate. At some point, I sat down opposite Wang Jing’an’s seat with a plate of food in hand.

“Senior, please stop teasing me.” Wang Jing’an began to worry: “Speaking of which, our human race is making any big moves?”

Lin Wanqing smiled and said: “Jing’an, are you worried that our human race will hand you over?”

Wang Jing’an said nothing.

Lin Wanqing took out a pink mobile phone and prepared to open a platform.

Wang Jing’an saw that even the phone case of the other party was pink, and wondered if this senior had a fetish for red?

A few seconds later, Lin Wanqing handed over the phone: “Look at these comments. They are all on a large platform, and there are many foreign warriors.”

Wang Jing’an took the phone. He originally thought that these comments might have a bad impact on him.

After all, I have read so many cool articles about urban slap-in-the-face routines. The next comment should be to suppress Wang Jing’an and then call for him to be handed over to the human race.

After reading the comments, Wang Jingan discovered that this was not the case.

“Brother Jing’an is indeed one of the young people I admire the most. During the summer vacation, he cured the poisonous poison in the body of the senior War Emperor. Now he has just entered the martial arts school and has killed an SSS-level bloodline before he joined the Demon Slayer Pavilion. The Prince of the Demon Clan, his achievements are beyond the reach of our generation!”

“We, the human race, will never hand over this great hero Jing’an, so a war may break out next.”

“The human race will never neglect its heroes. This is the biggest gap between us humans and monsters!”

“Don’t say anything, brothers. I’m taking the high-speed train back to my hometown, ready to take out my long-lost weapon. This weapon once followed me on the battlefield. It’s time for it to see the light of day again!”

“I want to restore the organization of Demon Slayer Pavilion!”

“If there is a war, I will be called back. Use me in the first battle. If you have me, you will win!”

“My grandfather’s generation and my father’s generation fought so many tragic wars. Now it’s our generation’s turn. We cannot be compared with our elders!”

“Everyone in the human race is united and we will fight if we want!”

“Damn it, go check out the post next door. There is a guy who is already carrying a spear and heading to the border of Daxia in the west. There is a text on it, saying that he is going to kill the envoy of the demon clan!”

“…”

After briefly reading these comments, Wang Jing’an’s nose felt a little sore and he didn’t know what to say.

For the first time, Wang Jing’an felt…belonging.

This was a sense of belonging that he had never felt before.

These comments on the Internet come from countries large and small.

They all have one thing in common.

That is……

They are all humans!

Their response did not ignore Wang Jing’an, and they were not afraid of the coming war.

Some seemingly plain words seem to have endless energy flowing through them.

perhaps……

These things are beliefs, right?