Vol 4 Chapter 1416: For yourself, for China!

Looking at the scary figure like a god.
At that moment, the entire Lincheng, the entire Tiannan, the entire China, and even the entire earth, all the people who followed this scene were collectively silent!
This moment of silence was replaced by endless horror!
In order to deal with Ye Chen, the Xianmen outside the Eight Great Territories even sent out a hundred talents this time. ! !
Ordinary monks of gods are like immortals who are hard to find!
But now there are hundreds of them at the same time!
How can this not make everyone scared of scalp numbness!
At that moment, everyone who was watching live through the Internet and satellite monitoring, after seeing this scene, his heart twitched fiercely.
Seeing this lineup, even though there are very few Chinese people who have hope for Ye Chen, they are also in despair at this moment.
"This ... how is this possible ..."
Longhushan Lao Tianshi and others who came to you all twitched fiercely, almost making such a similar unbelievable and roar from the trembling eyes.
One hundred gods.
Such a lineup, even if it is the power of gathering China, can't get it together!
However, they only deal with Ye Chen alone!
"It's over, everything's over ..."
Countless people closed their eyes in despair.
"Ye's surname Ye, you're a catastrophe ..."
Outside, the two grandfather and grandson Fang Mingde saw it, and laughed without misfortune, as if they saw Ye Chen's miserable end.
Jinling, an ordinary high school, in the fifth grade of the third grade, the spacious classroom is full of people
On the huge projector, at the moment, there is a picture over Kowloon Bay, especially the appearance of the one hundred powerful gods, which directly makes the classroom as quiet as death.
"You guys have a good look. This battle is the unprecedented one since my earth. One is the legend of my country, and the other is the eight immortal gates that have come to the earth!"
Above the rostrum, a middle-aged man with a Chinese face said in a deep voice: "Although many of you have just stepped into the threshold of spiritual practice, you can learn a lot from this war."
Dozens of students underneath said nothing, staring at the shocking scene above the huge projector.
If Ye Chen is present, he will surely find that the men and women sitting in the last row are Ye Chi and Yang Xue who he saw last time.
At this moment, Yang Xue and Ye Chi's complexions are very complicated, because they found that the man named Ye Nankuang was the white-haired young man they saw last time.
"Mr. Mo, this is a battle without suspense. What else do you want us to see?"
In the quiet classroom, a handsome boy dressed in a maverick dismissed with a smile: "This Ye Nan crazy is dead this time."
Just after he finished speaking, he immediately obtained the consent of many people.
"Wen Hao is right. I heard from my dad that this time Ye Nan madly attracted the Xianmen outside the Eight Great Territories. What kind of confrontation did he take?"
"Let me say that this surnamed Ye is not self-restrained ..."
"Don't say that, I heard that Ye was the first person on earth ..."
Hearing this voice, they all ridiculed Ye Chen unbearably. Ye Chi, who was sitting in the last row, suddenly felt an inexplicable pain in his heart, as if the closest person was stabbed.
He immediately roared: "Shut up !!!"
The boy named Wen Hao looked at him coldly: "Ye Chi, what are you doing?"
Even others could not help looking at Ye Chi.
Ye Chi clenched his fists and looked at him with red eyes, saying one by one: "I! No! Xu! You said! That! Bit! Ye! Uncle! Uncle! Yes! Bad! Words!"
He didn't know why he was so angry, but the feeling in his heart was that he didn't want Ye Chen to be injured.
"Waste, it's against you, dare you threaten me?"
Wen Hao looked cold, and suddenly he clapped the table and sneered. "Ye's surname Ye will definitely die today, I said, waste, how can you take me?"
"boom!"
He had just finished speaking, and suddenly this commando shot from the podium and directly knocked Wen Hao to the ground.
It was impressive that Teacher Mo from the podium shot.
Wen Hao covered her face with a red and purple ring, and looked at Teacher Mo somberly: "Mo Wenshan, do you dare to be a young master? Do you know ..."
"Kneel !!!"
Teacher Mo exploded out of the foundation-building period, which directly suppressed the former and shocked everyone.
He looked around everyone and threw a loud voice: "Ye Nan Madness is my legend of China, and he even gave credit to my country. It is also his method of promoting spiritual practice. What qualifications do you have for a group of juniors to desecrate him? !!!"
Teacher Mo looked at that face, almost roaring: "I always taught you to remember the great righteousness of the ancestors, have you all heard the dog's belly?"
"Remember, 13 years ago, how many people resolutely went out of the earth to meet the enemy regardless of life and death? Who used the tragic blood to win the chance for our earth to negotiate?"
"Do you know how many corpses and loyal souls of our ancestors are buried in the vast starry sky, how many ancestors' unyielding roar echoed ?!"
"Youth is strong, China is strong, what is strong? The first is strength, character, and I do n’t want to teach a group of selfish people who only know how to kneel and lick the enemy !!!"
In the face of his first such rogue roar, the large classroom suddenly became silent, and many children showed sorrow and shame.
Only the young man named Ye Chi, holding his fist, staring at the projector with uneasy eyes, biting his lips and said: "Uncle, you must win, for yourself, for China !!"
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At the same time, over Kowloon Bay.
Hundreds of strong men from the Eight Great Immortal Gates outside the region quietly stepped into the void, staring coldly at the Kowloon Bay below, without saying a word, only the overwhelming killing intent and coldness swept everything.
Heaven and earth are silent, as quiet as death.
Everyone is solidified.
Rao is Su Yuhan next to Ye Chen. Ye Hai and others can't help but feel as if they have fallen into an ice cellar, his face pale.
Even Su Youwei is no exception.
And anyone who knows Ye Chen is boundlessly desperate, and hopeless.
Ye Chen looked as usual, gazing calmly at the void, where he slowly walked out of the seven figures.
These seven figures, male and female, monks and figures, have different dresses, but the invisible coercion exuded from them is like a vast ocean, even the ninety-three figures behind them should be overshadowed.
The seven men stepped out. The leader was a young man in a robe. The young man's face was as beautiful as a demon. The long river vision above his head seemed to be a juvenile demon god.
"Ye Nan is crazy!"
The young man looked down on Ye Chen, revealing a cat-and-mouse smile: "Under self-introduction, this seat is called Blood Yang God Son, and comes from Lingxing Xing. Clan old! "