Divine System of the Strongest Card Supplier in the End Times (Doomsday Strongest Cards Supplier)

The city lord, Cao Teng, was getting more and more headaches.

Why……

If my son is half as good as that Fang Fan...no...not half, just one percent!

If that's the case, you won't have a headache all the time...

The flying battleship traveled for about half a day, and then arrived at Yuanshi God City.

Entering from the west gate of the Yuanshi God City, one glance at the past, the army is full of scattered people...

It looks very full.

All major forces have basically sent troops over. And at this moment, if you glance at the front, you can see a large group of protoss troops surrounded by a distance of about ten miles.

"There must be millions of troops here..."

"Not a million, at least seven or eight hundred thousand..."

"hiss……"

"Is it so fierce?"

"No wonder... no wonder the Pope couldn't hold back anymore, and wanted to recruit us all."

"It seems that there is a big battle..."

"It seems that I really underestimated this protoss..."

"It really is extraordinary!"

Tai Shujie glanced into the distance, and then couldn't help but let out a voice of astonishment.

From his point of view, this glance is quite a lot!

"City Master Cao Teng, Vice Palace Master Xue, you are finally here..."

"Master Ouyang Saint has been waiting for a long time..."

A middle-aged man walked over from a distance, and the cultivation level displayed all over his body turned out to be in the semi-divine realm!

"Master Ouyangtu Saint?"

"This time is his old man leading the team?"

"this……"

"Has the Pope been crowned?"

Xue Wanren narrowed his eyes, and then subconsciously asked.

"Forehead……"

"This... His Holiness the Pope didn't come over..."

"The Pope needs to accept the oracle in the temple..."

"This time, the army of our Temple of the Light Alliance must obey the full dispatch of Lord Ouyang Saint..."

"Master Ouyang Shengzhe is the president commander, Mr. Changsun Yuansheng and Mr. Hong Chen are the deputy commanders..."

"Vice Palace Master Xue, hurry up and go in!"

"Master Ouyang Saint is holding an emergency military meeting..."

"This time the situation is not good..."

The middle-aged man sighed, then shook his head, frowning involuntarily.

There are indeed many things involved here.

"Are the saints all Chinese cabbages now?"

"Didn't it mean that the Holy One is second only to the Pope in the Temple of the Alliance of Light?"

"I heard so many saints in an instant..."

"Ouyang disciple saint? Changsun Yuan saint? Hong Chen saint?"

"Good guy..."

"It's so fancy..."

Bai Piao was straightforward, and couldn't help muttering and complaining at the moment.

In all aspects, I feel a little headache for no reason...

Where is the mystery in this?

Um?

You have to tell the truth...

"In the temple, as long as the cultivation base can reach the demigod level, basically they can be awarded the position of saint..."

"But there is naturally an essential difference between a saint and a saint..."

"There are actually quite a few differences..."

"how to say……"

"Like those who have just entered the demigod realm, some practitioners who are weak in the demigod realm can only be regarded as third-class saints. There are a lot of them..."

"Generally, there are relatively few cultivators in the weak semi-god realm, and they can be bestowed with the position of second-class saints..."

"Um……"

"As for being awarded the title of first-class saint, then each of them is an outstanding one..."

"Generally, only the existence of a strong demigod is qualified to be..."

"This kind of first-class saint is really rare in our Temple of the Light Alliance, and there are not many of them..."

"The saint of Ouyang, who is the current president of our Light Alliance temple army, is a first-class saint..."

"As for the Changsun Yuan saints and Hong Chen saints, they are second-class saints."

"As for the saint Xue Ping who came to greet us, he is a third-class saint..."

Uncle Jie shrugged, then explained from the side.

"promise……"

"If you really think about it, this Vice Palace Master Wu is also a third-class saint..."

"It's true that there are corresponding qualifications..."

Uncle Jie glanced at Wu Meiling beside him, then nodded.

Fang Fan didn't pay much attention to these things before, so naturally he knew very little.

"this……"

"Then speaking of it, Vice Palace Master Xue should be the second-class saint of the Temple of the Alliance of Light?"

Fang Fan subconsciously said.

"Um?"

"he?"

"Hey!"

"He's nothing."

"He didn't hold a post at the Temple of the Alliance of Light at all..."

"I don't know if it's laziness, or if I'm too lazy to have anything to do with the Temple of the Alliance of Light. Anyway, in my impression, he really has nothing to do with the Temple of the Alliance of Light..."

"Of course, he is no longer a saint."

Uncle Jie shrugged, and then continued to break the news.

Fang Fan nodded silently, with a look of surprise on his face.

interesting……

It looks more interesting this way.

Saints are also divided into three, six, and nine classes.

Immediately, Xue Wanren and Wu Meiling were called to attend the meeting.

In addition, Cao Teng, the lord of the Bright God City, and Xiahou Xiaotian, the commander of the city guards, were called over.

Fang Fan took a cursory look, and it seemed that only demigods were eligible to be called over.

As for Fang Fan, they naturally stationed their troops in the city.

The 800,000 city guards are vast and powerful, and the formation is still very strong.

As for Fang Fan, the 5,000 troops from Guangming Academy and the 30,000 horses from Ji Lan City Lord of the Seventh Academy, they are going to find a place to set up camp at will...

This Yuanshi Divine City probably put some thought into it when it was cultivating, so the internal construction of this city is not small...

Fang Fan led his people there, ready to settle down.

Not long after they stopped, hundreds of thousands of city guards rushed over.

"This land is confiscated by our Bright God City Guards, you can get out!"

Cao Man, the son of the city lord of Guangming God City, walked forward with his head held high, and then he waved his hand with a look of embarrassment...

At this moment, Cao Ji, the inspector of the city guards, was standing behind him, looking like a dog's leg.

The two of them sang together, and it was really like that.

"Young City Master, this... This family has already stopped there, we will go to other places..."

"Anyway... Anyway, it's not a place where there are no camps..."

Sun Fu, who was following Cao Man, couldn't help saying a few words.

This is such a headache...

I don't stop for a moment, and I don't know what I want to do...

It's so gimmicky, do you have to come up with something to be happy in your heart?

Um? Do you think so in your heart?

Can't you just stop?

Going back and forth, going back and forth, it's so annoying!

Fuck...nothing!

Just follow the total blood collapse!

For the rest, the only real thing is to live on!

Can't hold on, everything is cool!