(Puote~~~)

Gala didn't know, let alone the onlookers. After a while, the Yasha people cheered. It must be Ye Zhantian who won. There was no way. At such an age, he entered the Lingyin Realm. It was not something that the same age warriors could fight against. The gap was too big. Undoubtedly, Ye Zhantian had already set the youngest record of entering the Lingyin Realm.

The voices of genius are endless, no one cares who the opponent is, Ye Zhantian is so powerful that people's attention is only focused on him!

Yasha people don’t care what kind of battle this is. As long as their prince shows his power, it’s the same as a festival for them who are Shangwu.

The magical power of the heavenly demon is the best in the world!

Gala was also suspicious. Prince Makhuraga slowly pushed the door and entered. When he touched his hand gently, the door floated like cotton wool, and there was only one person left in the yard.

Prince Yasha Night Battle Heaven is the most outstanding genius in a century, and a genius who has hope to surpass Yasha Sky.

Gala sighed. They were all young people full of fighting spirit. Ye Zhantian was like a mountain pressing on the heads of all the young warriors of the Bharat generation. He really hoped that someone could break this blockade, even if it could give them some confidence.

But... strength can destroy all miracles.

The Spiritual Induction Realm, but he is only in the early stage of the Spiritual Explosion. When will this gap be able to catch up? Usually, he is a genius of Makhraga. He wants to surpass the Yaksha clan and become the number one warrior clan of the eight tribes in this generation. But now it seems that there is no hope at all.

In an instant, Gala's mood plummeted. The strength of his opponent can stimulate his fighting spirit, but when his opponent is too strong and powerful enough to have no hope, he may be unable to recover.

Even the same is true for Prince Makhraga, who is known as the most persistent.

Gala was about to say hello and leave. He lost but could not lose face of Makhuraga. Today, he finally knew that there was a sky outside the sky, but when his eyes touched Ye Zhantian, he found that Ye Zhantian was actually... his eyes were dull!!!

This is not the winner's expression at all!

It’s not doubt, joy, peace, and not for granted, but confusion!!!

Could it be?

Night battles in the sky are like stone sculptures.

"Father, why don't you let me compete with others?"

"For your peers, you're too strong, and that's not a good thing for others."

"Father, isn't the gap the motivation to practice martial arts?"

"Haha, when your opponent is so strong that you can't see any hope, people will fall. I don't want the excellent foundations of the Eight Tribes to disappear."

Ye Zhantian seemed to understand, and he didn't understand until an opponent was decadent, so he kept restraining himself.

But what happened? The man just now was obviously younger than him, but he was defeated. The Night Demon Sky Wolf Sword was completely seen through. Even if he didn't believe in him, he never doubted the indestructible Night Demon Sky Wolf Sword, but he easily flashed over!

The opponent's eyes were deeply engraved on his soul, and there seemed to be a trace of mercy in those eyes, which was a condescending look, just like he faced his previous opponent.

The move to defeat him is actually the Yasha Wind Sword that can be seen everywhere on the streets, which are known as the Yasha Wind Sword... The simplest sword technique foundation.

Gala's fighting spirit that almost fell to the bottom was burning, Ye Zhantian's body was trembling, his hands were very tight, but it was not confidence, but confusion!

He was defeated!

The best young master of the Bharat Continent was actually defeated, and I didn’t understand it!

Yes, yes, there is no invincible person in this world. Since he is not invincible, he also has hope. The reason why he is not strong enough is that he does not work hard enough. As the prince of Makhuraka, how can he escape in shame?

Gala left, he didn't need to ask and he already knew the result.

A news broke out in the Yasha King City that shocked the Brahma Realm. Within one day, Prince Gala of Makhraga and Prince Yasha Ye Zhantian were defeated by a mysterious young man!

"It's true, just kidding. It's okay for Garo to forget it, but when you enter the Spirit Blast, you will find fault everywhere. But Ye Zhantian's pervert is a master who enters the Spirit Ring. With the Heavenly Demonic Art, he has no opponent in the younger generation!"

"Rumor, you can defeat the master of Lingyan without using spiritual power. Are the eight Ming kings here?"

Things go further and further, some say that they are the disciples of the Lonely God of War and practice in the world, some say that they are masters trained by the eight Ming kings, and some say that they are not human at all but thrilling demons...

However, after this battle, Ye Zhantian disappeared, and the eight tribes liked to cause trouble, Gala stayed behind closed doors...

The caravan that has been in full swing is heading to the Kinnara tribe to participate in the annual singing and dancing carnival. The carnival between the Kinnara and the Gandharva tribe is the favorite of the Brahmins. There are the most beautiful girls, the most beautiful music, the wine and flowers, which is simply paradise. At the same time, the carnival that lasts ten days a day also attracts merchants from all over the Bharat continent.

Die Qiansuo took out all the money he had earned in the past two years for travel expenses, but it was not enough. The caravan took the child with him when he saw that he looked malnourished.

"Asso, we will be in Kinnaro in three days. I heard that it is heaven and there are countless beauties. It's great!" Aldridge said constantly. He was a Garuda native, probably inherited some of the talent of the bird man. He talked a lot of nonsense. It is rare to meet a few words like Butterfly Qiansuo. It must be like a bee seeing honey.

Die Qiansuo smiled and still looked at the wheel of the carriage. It was so interesting. The person who invented the wheel of the carriage must be a genius.

“Is it good there?”

"...Don't you want to go there too? Why don't you go there?"

"I don't know." Aso said indifferently.

Aldridge was speechless. Not only did this Butterfly Qiansuo not only had a strange name, but he was also very strange. He followed the caravan without knowing where to go, and he was really convinced.

Aldridge's father is a small leader of the caravan, and Aldridge has had a lot of knowledge about wandering around with his father since he was a child. In the Bharat continent, every young man's goal is to become a warrior, a warrior like his own clan king, and of course those geniuses want to become a master like Yasha King Yamotian.

"By the way, I heard the adults chatting yesterday. An amazing event happened in the Yasha Royal City. Ye Zhantian, do you know?"
Chapter completed!