"Senior Fang, General Hong."

Xin Ji held Luo Yang's body, glanced over Fang Linchan, and then fell on the body of the Thunder Bend Martial Saint Hong Jianfeng. The strength of this Martial Saint should not be underestimated. The purpose of the coming is unknown and the threat to him is even greater.

The electromagnetic warrior has also practiced to the advanced martial saint stage, and there is only one in the Federation.

Xin Ji's telepathy swept through. This thunder martial saint has been practicing for more than 700 years. If the huge electromagnetic force in his body has its essence, his body has long been reshaped. In terms of cultivation, it is several times stronger than himself!

Of course, if we really fight, Xin Ji is confident that he can win it.

Hong Jianfeng came out of the landing compartment, and the lightning flashed outside the armored body, like thunder, instantly crossing hundreds of meters away from him.

His helmet was retracted into his neck, revealing a slightly vicissitudes of face, with silver hair, and a faint blue lightning flashed in his eyes. He looked up and down at Xin Ji, and said, "Young man, you are very brave, you dare to kill people in public."

Xin Ji immediately realized that Hong Jianfeng was not hostile to him and replied with a relaxed look: "If you have strength, you will naturally have the courage."

Hong Jianfeng was stunned and shook his head and said, "Young people are so terrifying."

If someone else said such unspeakable words in front of him were still from a young man who was only a fraction of his age. Hong Jianfeng would never tolerate it, but the person in front of him was Xin Ji, so he could only put the federal law aside first.

In fact, he arrived at Europa half an hour ago, observed the battle outside the atmosphere, and watched the battle process taken by the satellite before. He was shocked and immediately decided not to intervene.

Because he found out that he might not be Xin Ji's opponent.

He was not afraid, but thought there was no need to fight with Xin Ji, which would only increase his hatred.

Anyway, the president only said that he would act according to the opportunity. Now Luo Yang is dead and no casualties in citizens, and the result is pretty good.

Hong Jianfeng looked at the dead Luo Yang and sighed, "It's a pity that an eight-level warlock died like this." He fought against the steel-bed orcs on the front line for many years, and knew how effective a level eight-level warlock was in driving a mecha. Unfortunately, he did not die on the battlefield, but died at the hands of his own people.

Xin Ji guessed what he thought, but no matter so much, even if Luo Yang is a level nine warlock, he will still be able to kill him today.

At this time, Hong Jianfeng received a message. After reading it, he said to Xin Ji: "The President asked me to tell you that Luo Yang is escaping from prison first. You are the super-award gang of honor. It is your duty and authority to arrest fugitives. The Federation will not hold you accountable. But until this matter ends, you can no longer attack the Luo family, nor can you spread it, and let "Luo Yang" be imprisoned until the end of the sentence."

This is just an open statement. Luo Yang came out one day after he was in prison. If this incident spread, it would be a major blow to the government's reputation. He could only let the clone stand-in take the blame and keep it to death.

Obviously, the president compromised in the face of Xin Ji's powerful strength.

"I understand, thank you for the President." Xin Ji was quite satisfied with this treatment. As soon as Luo Yang died, other major figures of the Luo family were also sent to prison, and they could not cause any storms.

Hong Jianfeng nodded, looked at the mecha that fell on the ice field, and said, "Luo Yang's body is for you to deal with, but his mecha will be handed over to the Federation. This spiritual wing mecha is a product of the Galaxy Empire. If you hand it over to the Ministry of Science and Technology for processing, you may be able to find some useful things."

"Yes." Xin Ji agreed very readily.

He was not very interested in the Spirit Wing Mecha. Although it was of high value, he was cut in half by himself. With the technology of the Federation, it was impossible to repair it. It would be better to give it to the Federation generously.

After saying that, an orange flame rose in Xin Ji's hand and burned Luo Yang's body to ashes and drifted in the cold wind of Europa.

A silver ring was suspended in the air. This was Luo Yang's sub-space equipment. Xin Ji put it away without hesitation. The mecha could be handed over, so don't think about the ring. This is his own spoil.

Hong Jianfeng also knew that Xin Ji could not give up his finger, so he pretended not to see it and said, "I still have business, so I will stay there soon. If you have the chance in the future, we can practice martial arts, but you won't refuse, right?"

"Welcome at any time." Xin Ji replied.

"Okay, goodbye." Hong Jianfeng laughed, and nodded slightly to Fang Linchan. The armored engine rose to an extreme speed, soared into the sky and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

From beginning to end, Hong Jianfeng never said a word to Fang Linchan, which shows that in his eyes, Fang Linchan, an intermediate martial saint, did not have much weight.

Fang Linchan didn't care, and looked back at Xin Ji, her eyes filled with infinite surprise, and she smiled and said, "Xin Ji, welcome you back to Europa."

"Senior Fang, it's been a long time since I was gone." Xin Ji nodded and smiled.

"It's just ten years. Judging from our lifespan, it's not too long." Fang Linchan sighed and shook her head and said, "I still remember that you participated in the Sui Xing Cup competition. When I noticed you for the first time, I felt that your future achievements were limitless. My martial arts talent made me envious. I didn't expect that you had reached this point in just ten years and walked far ahead of me!"

"At that time, no one could have thought that the first Ancient Star Cup champion was so amazing and powerful, and it was overwhelming the Federation!" Fang Linchan was amazed. She had been paying attention to Xin Ji's movements over the years, and I don't know how many times she felt about this.

"Senior Fang's progress is not slow, he is already an intermediate martial saint." Xin Ji had known Fang Linchan. This female martial saint had reached an intermediate martial saint just after she was over 300 years old. Such cultivation speed was rare in the Federation. As long as she passed the stage of reshaping her body, she could be promoted to a high-level martial saint.

Fang Linchan was so shameless that she said a little depressed: "It's not very useful to have cultivation alone, and she doesn't have enough martial arts talent, so she can't enter the Superman list."

There are a total of 100 people on the Superman list. Except for more than 20 warlocks, most of the other 70 martial saints are intermediate and advanced, and only Xin Ji is the primary martial saint.

Fang Linchan was unable to make the list with her intermediate martial saint's cultivation level, but she was dragged down by the martial arts realm.

Xin Ji didn't know how to persuade him. As far as he knew, this Bingyuan Martial Saint is known for her fast cultivation speed, and she is also famous for her poor martial arts talent. Typically, she can practice and fight. Among the hundreds of Martial Saints in the Federation, her strength is probably only in the middle, which does not match her cultivation level.

In addition, Fang Linchan's personality is also more modest, she is indifferent to the world, loves tranquility, lives in Europa all year round, devotes herself to practicing, does not have in-depth contact with the major federal forces, and is alone in keeping her safe.

Therefore, some people also nicknamed her "House Female Martial Saint".

Xin Ji sighed softly, Fang Linchan's personality is actually not suitable for practicing.
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