President Bingshan's Personal Crazy Doctor

And when everyone found out that Lin Yifan was the chosen one, they all showed surprise. They were naturally very familiar with the people outside the sky, but they had little or no contact with them.

"So little friend, what do you want to do here?" the beautiful woman asked after pondering for a while.

Lin Yifan replied with a neither humble nor overbearing expression: "The kindness of dripping water should be repaid with a spring. My long-standing doubts have been solved by the gift of Patriarch Yang. Naturally, I want to repay it. The purpose of my coming here is precisely because this is , maybe I can help."

As soon as this remark came out, the seven patriarchs around Yang Shuo looked at each other in blank dismay, obviously not expecting Lin Yifan to answer like this.

"Your life may be in danger, and it can even be said that your life is definitely in danger. Did you know this before you came?" A dignified middle-aged man asked in a deep voice.

Lin Yifan smiled faintly at this, and said: "I know this well. Senior Qiu has told me everything very clearly. It is my own intention to come here."

Seeing Lin Yifan's calm expression, the several patriarchs fell silent. They could feel that Lin Yifan didn't seem to be lying, and what's more, it was pointless to lie to this point.

"On behalf of the First Tribe, I would like to express my gratitude to you." After a moment of silence, the majestic middle-aged man spoke first.

Afterwards, the other patriarchs also spoke one after another. Although they saw that Lin Yifan's strength was only at the peak of the imperial realm, Lin Yifan's thoughtfulness was enough to make them say these words.

Listening to the patriarch's self-introduction, Lin Yifan became familiar with it, and the eight major human races were gathered here, but even so, it seemed that they still couldn't resist the siege of the gods.

Sitting in the listening position, Lin Yifan listened carefully to the next discussion between Yang Shuo and the other patriarchs. He couldn't help but be careless. After all, knowing yourself and the enemy is the only way to win a hundred battles. He must find out the necessary information.

With the passage of time, Lin Yifan gradually understood the current situation, and it was after he understood that his mood became a little heavy.

He knew that each of the eight major human races has more than 20 peerless powerhouses, and there are as many as 180 in total!This is definitely a terrifying number, not to mention pushing the barren ancient continent across the board together, even the seven holy places can't resist!
But such a powerful force was still suppressed and beaten by the Protoss, and was even trapped here, surrounded by all the strong men of the Protoss.

This time the Protoss seems to have made complete preparations. The powerhouses in the realm of peerless power are more than twice that of the eight major human races, and every powerhouse in the realm of peerless power in the Protoss is extremely powerful. Unable to defeat, not to mention the situation where the number of opponents far exceeds!

And this is also the reason why Lin Yifan finds it difficult. There are nearly [-] strong men in the realm of peerless power in the gods. What kind of concept is this?
It is no exaggeration to say that it is definitely the most powerful force here, bar none!

"I think the thing we want to think about now is how to let the human race continue. The teleportation arrays are all destroyed by the gods, and the space is also blocked by them one-way. It is simply impossible to teleport out, but we can't all die here " Xiao Yuan, a middle-aged man from the First Tribe, said.

His words have been recognized by many people, and now the situation is almost desperate, but there are some things that they absolutely cannot compromise, such as the demise of the human race.

The audience fell into silence for a while, and everyone thought of the scenes that often appeared in their minds these days, and felt very painful and deeply helpless.

Yang Shuo sighed, and broke the silence: "The current situation requires some sacrifices. Only when we all attack to contain the main combat power of the Protoss, can we secretly hide and send some clansmen out of here."

Xiao Yuan nodded, that is indeed the case, there is no better way than this one.

The beautiful woman Liu Qingxia expressed a different opinion, she said seriously: "I feel that Patriarch Yang, your method is a bit too hasty, the Protoss are not fools, they can't think of such a thing, have you forgotten that they showed weakness to us before?" Is it possible to overcome the illusion? Otherwise, why would all of our eight major human races come here and be surrounded by them all in the end!"

Liu Qingxia's words once again caused the surrounding people to think deeply. Indeed, the protoss are not only not stupid, they are even very smart. They should have done investigations before and knew that the human race was divided into eight tribes, so they always gave people a little surprise in the previous battles. There is an illusion, that is, if the human race is stronger, it will be enough to wipe them all out.

Then he attracted all the human races little by little, and finally revealed his crushing strength, which made people extremely desperate.

"Then what should we do? The formation left by our ancestors will definitely not last long. Maybe it will be broken by them tomorrow, or even tonight. We must come up with a practical solution." Li Tian, ​​the patriarch of the sixth tribe, said with a serious expression.

Everyone was silent again, this has always been a question they have been thinking about, but there is no way at all, everything is because the strength gap is too large, without real strength, everything is empty talk.

Suddenly, Xiao Yuan looked at Lin Yifan, as if grabbing a life-saving straw, and asked aloud: "Little friend, before the teleportation formation was destroyed by the Protoss, you can teleport it in, so have you teleported it?" The means to get elsewhere?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes fell on Lin Yifan, with hopes, doubts, and hopeless eyes in disappointment.

But soon Lin Yifan poured cold water on them: "I'm sorry, the one-way space blockade here is too strong, it's easy to get in, but it's almost impossible to get out by relying on the teleportation formation."

In fact, when he first came here, he thought about how to get out of the crisis, and the easiest way is undoubtedly to teleport, but he tried it in the dark, and he really couldn't break through the space blockade here, even if it was composed of 28 runes. The teleportation array cannot be broken through.

Xiao Yuan looked obviously disappointed, he sighed and said: "If that's the case, then we can only concentrate and break through when the Protoss is about to break through the formation. If we are caught off guard, we still have a glimmer of hope. If we disperse, we may not escape. Opportunity."

Liu Qingxia and the others nodded when they heard the words. All opportunistic methods cannot be implemented, so there is only head-to-head confrontation left, but they don't know if they will be able to meet those guys from the Protoss.

In the following period, everyone discussed again, and left the field after finding no more effective method. There was a deeply depressed look on their faces, which was inevitable for everyone.

Yang Shuo walked up to Lin Yifan and Qiu Ju and gestured with his eyes. The three of them walked out of the hall together and headed for a palace not far away.

On the way, Yang Shuo sighed and said, "Yesterday we went out to fight with the Protoss people for a day, but the result was miserable. As many as ten monks in the realm of peerless power died, and I don't know how many died in the realm of the emperor."

As he said that, he looked at Lin Yifan and said, "The reason why I said this is to let you understand the seriousness of the current situation, my friend. When the time comes, you must pay attention to your own safety. It is best to follow us all the time."

Lin Yifan smiled, nodded and said, "Don't worry, Patriarch Yang, my own life is more important than anyone else's. You don't have to worry about that at all."

"That's good. I'll find someone to arrange a quiet place for you in a while. Take a good rest. This may be the last time to be comfortable." Yang Shuo patted Lin Yifan's shoulder with his old palm. I appreciate it very much, otherwise I wouldn't have given Lin Yifan the opportunity when we met for the first time.

In fact, he did not misjudge the person, Lin Yifan's pure heart was indeed the type of person he admired, but it was a pity that he could not give Lin Yifan more help and protection under the current situation.

After the three of them arrived at Yang Shuo's resting place, they talked about some things, all about the Protoss, the atmosphere was quite dull, and they didn't come up with any effective ways to chat.

After that, Yang Shuo ordered someone to arrange a residence for Lin Yifan, and Lin Yifan left.

Since the eight major human races are all here, there are not many vacancies for the residence. In the end, Lin Yifan chose a residence on the edge of the valley, built on top of a mountain. favorite place.

After packing everything up, Lin Yifan went down the mountain and wandered in the valley. On the one hand, he was familiar with the terrain, and on the other hand, he also wanted to see the approximate number of people in the eight major human races.

Along the way, Lin Yifan never felt a relaxed atmosphere, and everywhere he went was silent and oppressive, as if a dark cloud was hanging over everyone's head.

Lin Yifan was naturally aware of the reason for this situation, but he felt that the fighting spirit of these people was really too low. How much could their true strength be displayed in such a mood?

Sighing slightly, Lin Yifan felt a little helpless. He was just an insignificant little person, and he didn't expect to awaken the fighting spirit of these people. He could only do his best when the time came. If there was no other way, there was nothing he could do.

Before it got dark, Lin Yifan returned to his residence. The cold wind blowing on the top of the mountain made his hair a little messy, but it made his mind more clear.

Sitting cross-legged on the branch of an ancient tree, Lin Yifan looked at the starry sky above his head that was not covered by white mist, and recalled all his experiences since coming here.

Before he knew it, he had been here for more than half a month, and there should be only ten days left before the Lost City will gather. When the Tongtian Road will open, and everyone will gather together, it is estimated that there will be It's constant strife.