"Duke Dracula?"

Ye Yao looked at the pale Western man with interest, from his body, Ye Yao could feel the same breath as Kurt, it was a taste of blood and decay, this middle-aged man who seemed to be only in his forties, maybe he didn't know how many years he had lived.

"There is an aura of cultivation, I'm afraid I have been to China back then, right?"

Ye Yao's pupils shrank slightly, and in Dracula's essence blood, he smelled a smell similar to his own body, which was unique to Eastern cultivators, so Ye Yao dared to conclude that Dracula had definitely sucked the essence blood of the cultivator.

"He's the Ye Yao you said?"

Dracula, who was staring at Ye Yao, frowned, tilted his head a little uncertainly, and said, "Rudolph, he doesn't seem to be as powerful as you say, right?" With such an entry, it is impossible to defeat Andreevich and Anthony Marcus! ”

When Ye Yao was observing Dracula, Dracula was also looking at Ye Yao, but unlike Ye Yao who could detect his roots, Dracula couldn't sense the fluctuations of energy in Ye Yao's body at all, in Dracula's eyes, Ye Yao was the same as the ordinary waiters in the venue, he was completely an ordinary person.

This made Dracula very confused, you know, even if Ye Yao didn't produce an ability, but with his record of killing Anthony Marcus, his body should be full of blood, but at this moment, what Ye Yao showed in his body was like a pool of stagnant water, and he couldn't sense any fluctuations.

After hearing Dracula's questioning words, the burly Rudolph couldn't help but shudder, and hurriedly said: "Lord, I don't dare to deceive you, you have watched the video of Ye Yao's black boxing match!" ”

If you are outside to hear Rudolph's words at this time, you will be surprised, Rudolph, who is calling for wind and rain in Las Vegas and the entire North American underworld, is actually just a slave who enters Rudolph, standing in front of Dracula, eager to lie on the ground and lick each other's toes to express his reverence.

"This entry, I can't see through it, it's very difficult to provoke, don't provoke him later!"

Staring at Ye Yao for a long time, Dracula lowered his eyelids and didn't look at Ye Yao anymore, as a duke of the blood clan, he could live for so many years, relying not only on his powerful ability, but also on the ability to observe his face, otherwise Dracula would have died during the Crusades hundreds of years ago.

Although he couldn't detect the fluctuations in the energy in Ye Yao's body, his intuition, which had lived for nearly a thousand years, told Dracula that this young man was definitely a dangerous thing, and sometimes what his eyes saw was not necessarily true.

As for the dead Kurt, he was just a servant of Dracula, and with the coldness of the blood clan's heart, how could he offend a strong man for the sake of a subordinate? This is a loss-making deal that Dracula will not do.

"I used to sit back and watch myself, but two years ago, I might not have been Dracula's opponent."

After removing his gaze from Dracula, Ye Yao also sighed secretly in his heart, if he used the realm of a cultivator to divide Dracula's strength, he should be at the peak of his cultivation in the middle stage of the first and last years, and with the strong recovery ability of the blood clan, he was afraid that the average cultivator in the late stage of the first and second stages would not be his opponent.

"Above the duke should be the prince, I wonder if there is still a prince in the blood clan now?"

From Dracula, Ye Yao knew what the Duke wanted to correspond to, so if the prince really existed, I am afraid that his strength would not be weaker than his own, maybe it was the old monster of Jindan cultivation, who knew if these weird Western creatures would be able to break through Jindan cultivation and continue to stay in this space?

After being a little more vigilant about the blood clan in his heart, Ye Yao turned his head, but he looked in another direction, he had already felt as if there was a needle piercing his scalp in the back of his head, and the gaze that looked at him was definitely not with kindness.

"Well, this ...... How is this possible? ”

Just as Ye Yao turned his head, the smile on his face suddenly stiffened, a look of disbelief appeared in his eyes, and he couldn't help but stop as he walked forward.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

Zhou Xiaoyao, who was walking beside Ye Yao, followed Ye Yao's gaze, frowned and said, "Master, that person who entered the Monk Kingdom in Thailand should be Thaksin. Sawan Susi, right? The qi and blood in this body are only slightly stronger than mine, I'm afraid it's not as good as my grandfather, and the disciples will challenge him! ”

Zhou Xiaoyao's grandfather is naturally Zuo Jiajun, he married the granddaughter of the second uncle, and the generation can only go down one generation, which is also placed in modern times, and they don't attach so much importance to this kind of division, if before the liberation, Zhou Xiaoyao and Liu Dingding got married, it would definitely be a big rebellion.

At that time, Zuo Jiajun was Naksin Shinawatra. Sawan Suxi almost died in a sneak attack, this grudge has been over for decades, and now it has been encountered, as Zuo Jiajun's son-in-law and nephew, Zhou Xiaoyao naturally wants to find a place for his grandfather.

"You're no match for him."

Ye Yao shook his head and said word by word, but his eyes did not look at Nathasin. Sawan Suxi, but kept staring at the tall person sitting next to him, "Xiao Yao, do you know who the one next to Sawan Suxi is?" ”

"Who is it? Hey, Master, that one is so weird, as if he died. After hearing Ye Yao's words, Zhou Xiaoyao's attention was also placed on that person, and he immediately saw some clues.

"That's right, he's a dead man!"

Ye Yao, who has been in a state of mind like water since entering this venue, couldn't help but feel a ripple in his heart at this time. The lifeless person beside Sawan Suxi was the bearded worm who was shattered by Ye Yao's palm back then.

How heavy his own hands were, Ye Yao naturally knew very well, he knew that under that kind of injury, even if he was the most powerful yoga master in India, it would be difficult for him to survive.

Then there is only one explanation for the bearded squill that appeared in front of him, he was already a dead man, but he was Nathasin. Sawan Suxi used the methods of the head-lowering technique to refine it into an incomprehensible existence, just like the incarnate monster who followed the bearded dragon into Hong Kong back then.

"Dead? Master, is it a zombie? I don't look like oa! Zhou Xiaoyao was taken aback by Master's words, and couldn't help but grab the bag he was carrying, which was Sanqingling, but it was given to him by Gou Xin's family before he came.

"Don't be impulsive for a while, you can't go down without my orders!"

Ye Yao's face became a little solemn, it was Thaksin. Sawan Suxi knows his strength, since he still dares to come here, he must have some holdings, from the lifeless body of the bearded dragon, even Ye Yao feels a trace of threat.

Turning his eyes, he looked at Nathasin, whose eyes were like poisonous snakes. Shawang Suxi, Ye Yao sneered, and then continued to stride forward, he was confident that even if it was Thaksin. No matter how powerful this new fool is, Sawan Suxi can't resist his invincible natal flying sword.

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

From the entrance to the seat where Ye Yao was located, it was only a short thirty meters or so, and in this thirty meters of distance, except for Dracula and Nathasin. In addition to Sawan Suxi, Ye Yao also felt several powerful breaths.

At a distance is Thaksin. Not far from Sawan Suxi, there were three thin monks, their white spoon skin was tightly attached to their bodies, at first glance they looked like skeletons, as if a gust of wind could blow them away, but the blood in the bodies of these three old monks was very strong, and they didn't look like they were about to die.

"It should be an Indian monk, they can actually imprison all the essence in their bodies without leaking the slightest, it seems that their strength should not be underestimated!"

Looking at the sunken eyes of the three old monks, Ye Yao already had the answer in his heart, as the birthplace of Buddhism, India still has some heritage, compared to China, except for Tibetan Buddhism, the rest of the sect temples have long been in harmony with this society, and they are no longer the teachings spread by Sakyamuni back then.

In addition, there are a few entries that have also attracted some attention from Ye Yao, these entries are dressed like ancient knights, and there is a power of faith flowing in their bodies, which is also quite powerful.

However, the attention of these people did not focus on Ye Yao, but stared at Dracula sitting opposite them, without hiding their white spoon hostility at all, Ye Yao naturally knew the identity of these people, except for the entry from the Holy See, who would be so hostile to the dark society?

"Mr. Ye, this is our white spoon position!"

Coming to a seat, Gu Dajun stopped, China's seat is in a good position, more than a meter higher than the middle of the field, surrounded by a circle of circular sofas, like an independent small private room, after sitting down, except for the opposite stand, the surrounding eyes are immediately isolated.

"Old Gu, what are the rules for this exchange meeting today?"

Ye Yao looked at Gu Dajun, and when he came here, he found that these foreign supernatural people were not as weak as he imagined, which made Ye Yao look forward to it, and wanted to see what kind of means these foreign high-level entrants had.

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

Gu Dajun raised a copy of paper in his hand and said: "After the introduction, it is time for free communication, everyone can learn from each other, or after signing some agreements, they can go to the competition, life and death!" ”

Speaking of this, Gu Dajun's face showed a trace of unnaturalness, and after entering the venue, the gaze projected on him in the stands was like a flood beast, stabbing Gu Dajun's skin with a faint pain.

(To be continued)