Chapter 915 Gathering of the Strong

"Duke of Dekula?"

Ye Tian looked at the pale Western man with great interest. From him, Ye Tian could feel the same breath as Kurt, which was a bloody and rotten taste. This middle-aged man who seemed to be only in his forties may not know how many years he had lived.

"There is a breath of a monk. I'm afraid this man has been to China in those years, right?"

Ye Tian's pupils shrank slightly. In Dekula's blood, he smelled a smell similar to his body, which is unique to oriental monks, so Ye Tian dared to conclude that Dekula had definitely sucked the blood of the monks.

"Is he the Ye Tian you mentioned?"

Dekula, who looked at Ye Tian, frowned, tilted his head uncertainly and said, "Rudolph, he doesn't seem to be as powerful as you said, does he? It is impossible for such a person to defeat Andrevic and Anthony Marcus!"

While Ye Tian was observing Dekula, Dekula was also looking at Ye Tian, but unlike Ye Tianneng's exploration of his roots, Dekula could not sense the fluctuation of Ye Tian's energy at all. In Dekula's eyes, Ye Tian, like those ordinary attendants in the venue, was completely an ordinary person

This made Dekula very confused. You know, even if Ye Tian did not produce power, with his record of killing Anthony Marcus, his body should also be full of blood, but at this moment, Ye Tian's body is like a pool of stagnant water, and he can't feel any fluctuations.

After hearing Dra's questioning, the burly Rudolph couldn't help shivering and quickly said, "Master, I dare not lie to you. You have seen the video of Ye Tian's black boxing match!"

If outsiders hear Rudolph's words at this time, he will be surprised. Rudolph, who calls for wind and rain in Las Vegas and the whole North American underworld, is actually just a servant of one person. Standing in front of Dekula, Rudolph can't wait to lie on the ground and lick each other's to

"I can't see through this person. It's not easy to provoke. Don't provoke him later!"

Staring at Ye Tian for a long time, Dekula lowered his eyelids and no longer looked at Ye Tian. As a blood duke, he could live for so many years, relying not only on his strong ability, but also on his ability to observe his face. Otherwise, devula would have died during the Crusade hundreds of years ago.

Although he could not detect the fluctuation of energy in Ye Tian's body, his intuition, who had lived for nearly a thousand years, told Dekula that this young man was definitely a dangerous person, and sometimes what he saw with his eyes may not be true.

As for the dead Kurt, he is just a servant of De Kura. With the coolness of the blood clan, how can he offend a strong man for a servant? This loss-making deal will not be done by Dekula.

"In the past, I really sat on the well and watched the sky. Two years ago, I may not have been dexura's opponent."

After removing the eyes of Dekurah, Ye Tian also sighed in his heart. If the realm of the monk is used to divide the strength of Dekula, he should be at the peak of his cultivation innate mid-term, coupled with the strong recovery ability of the blood clan, I'm afraid that the general innate late-stage monks are not

"The prince should be above the duke. I don't know if there is a prince in the blood clan now?"

From Dekula, Ye Tian knew that the Duke wanted to correspond to the cultivation, so if the prince really existed, I'm afraid his strength would not be weaker than his own. Maybe it was the old monster of Jindan cultivation. Who knows if these weird Western creatures can break through Jindan's cultivation and continue to stay in this space?

After being more vigilant about the blood clan in his heart, Ye Tian turned his head and looked in another direction. He had already felt like a needle pricking his scalp in the back of his head. The look at himself was definitely not with kindness.

"Well, how can this...this be possible?"

Just as Ye Tian turned his head, the smile on his face suddenly became stiff, with an unbelievable look in his eyes. As he walked forward, he couldn't help but stop.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

Zhou Xiaotian, who was walking beside Ye Tian, followed Ye Tian's eyes and frowned and said, "Master, that person should be the monk of Thailand. Shawang Suxi, right? The qi and blood on this person are just a little stronger than me. I'm afraid it's not as good as my grandfather. Turn around and challenge him!"

Zhou Xiaotian's grandfather is naturally Zuo Jiajun. He married the granddaughter of the second uncle, and his generation can only be reduced by one generation. That is, in modern times, people no longer attach so much importance to this kind of teacher. If Zhou Xiaotian and Liu Dingding got married before liberation, it would definitely be a rebellious

In those years, Zuo Jiajun was believed by him. Shawang Suxi almost died in a sneak attack. This hatred has been passed for decades. Now he has met him. As Zuo Jiajun's son-in-law and nephew, Zhou Xiaotian naturally wants to find a place for his grandfather.

"You are not his opponent."

Ye Tian shook his head and said word by word, but his eyes did not look at Naitaxin. Shawang Suxi has been staring at the tall man sitting next to him, "Shaotian, do you know who the man next to Shawang Suxi is?"

"Who is it? Oh, Master, that man is so weird, like a dead man. After hearing Ye Tian's words, Zhou Xiaotian's attention was also focused on that person, and he immediately saw some clues.

"Yes, he's a dead man!"

Ye Tian, who had been in a state of mind after entering this venue, couldn't help ripples in his heart at this time, because he was sitting in Naitaxin. The lifeless person around Shawang Suxi was the man who was shattered by Ye Tian's palm.

How much does it weigh? Ye Tian naturally knows very well. He knows that under that kind of injury, even the most powerful yoga master in India can't live.

Then there is only one kind of explanation for the sling that appears in front of him. He is already a dead man, but he is believed by him. Shawang Suxi used the means of head reduction to refine it into an existence that human beings can't understand, just like the humanoid monster who followed the dragonfly into Hong Kong.

"Dead people? Master, is it a zombie? I don't look like it!" Zhou Xiaotian was shocked by his master's words and couldn't help grasping the bag in his hand. It was Sanqingling, which was given to him by Gou Xin's family before he came.

"Don't be impulsive for a while. You can't end up without my orders!"

Ye Tian's face became a little solemn, and he believed it. Shawang Suxi knew his strength. Since he dared to come here, he must have it. From the lifeless body, even Ye Tian felt a trace of threat.

He turned his eyes and looked at his eyes like poisonous snakes. Shawang Suxi, Ye Tian sneered, and then continued to stride forward. He was confident that he believed it. No matter how powerful Shawang Suxi is, he can't resist his indestructible flying sword.

"Tonight must be a sleepless night. I don't know how many people will lose their lives!"

From the entrance to Ye Tian's seat, it is only about 30 meters. In this 30-meter journey, except for Dra and Naitaxin. In addition to Shawang Suxi, Ye Tian also felt several powerful breaths.

At the distance, it is his faith. Not far from Shawang Suxi, there were three thin monks sitting. Their skin was close to their bodies. Suddenly, they looked like skeletons, as if a gust of wind could blow them away, but the blood in the bodies of the three old monks was very strong, and they were not like old people who were about to die at all.

"It should be Indian monks. They can actually imprison all their essence in their bodies without revealing it at all. It seems that their strength should not be underestimated!"

Looking at the deep eyes of the three old monks, Ye Tian already has an answer in his heart. As the birthplace of Buddhism, India still has some background. Compared with China, except for Tibetan Buddhism, the other sect temples have long been the same as this society and the light, and no longer the teachings spread by Sakyamuni in those years.

Several other people have also attracted some attention from Ye Tian. These people are dressed like ancient knights, and there is a power of faith flowing in their bodies, which is also quite powerful.

However, these people did not pay attention to Ye Tian, but stared at Decula sitting opposite them, without hiding their hostility at all. Ye Tian naturally knew the identity of these people. Except for the people from the Holy See, who would be so hostile to the people of the dark society?

"Mr. Ye, this is our place!"

When he came to a seat, Gu Dajun stopped. The seat in China was in a good position, more than one meter higher than the middle venue. It was surrounded by a circle of circular sofas, just like an independent small room. After sitting down, in addition to the opposite stand, he suddenly isolated the eyes around him.

"Lao Gu, what are the rules for today's exchange meeting?"

Ye Tian looked at Gu Dajun. When he came here, he found that these foreign powers were not as weak as he thought, which made Ye Tian look forward to see what kind of means these masters abroad had.

"Mr. Ye, the first constitution of the conference is for representatives of various countries to introduce their abilities."

Gu Dajun raised a copy paper in his hand and said, "After the introduction, it's time for free communication. You can communicate with each other, or after signing some agreements, you can go to the competition. Don't matter whether you live or die!"

Speaking of this, Gu Dajun's face showed a trace of unnaturalness. After entering the venue, the eyes projected on him in the stands were like a flood beast, which made Gu Dajun's skin faintly painful.

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