When the last trace of the moon disappeared into the air, Yang Shaodi and Yang Buqu opened their eyes at the same time, looking at the slightly white sky, Yang Shaodi muttered, a new day is coming!

"Father, as for finding the reason for the extinction of our Yang family, Tianlong Academy will definitely have information to record, but unfortunately I don't have enough authority, but I will go to the academy today to explore the situation, maybe I can find a way to enter the historical database, if I have the opportunity, I will find a few powerful students in the academy to develop them into my successors and blood slaves." Yang Buqu said with a little excitement

"A historical database is guarded by four martial artists of the transcendent realm, the strength of the Heavenly Dragon Academy is really strong! You must be careful of some strong people in the Heavenly Dragon Academy, I am afraid that they will see some clues. ”

"With your current strength, there should be no opponent in the transcendent realm! But remember not to develop the successor of the transcendent realm, your current strength is not their opponent, and it is possible to expose the existence of our blood clan, and you can only develop your own follow-up and blood slave with full certainty!"

Yang Shaodi didn't expect that the martial arts of this era would evolve so quickly, it turned out that the realm after the innate was not a martial saint but a transcendent realm, above the transcendent was the world, and after the world, there was even Lingjue! With the strength of his earl, he was stronger than the martial artists of the transcendent realm, but he didn't know how much worse it was compared to the super powerhouses of the astonishing realm, and he had not seen the superpowers of the astonishing realm, so he couldn't judge their strength, and now he had to make money.

"Father, then I'll go to the academy first, and I guess I'll be back in the afternoon, this is another magnetic card from the villa." Yang Budeng respectfully placed a blue magnetic card in front of Yang Shaodi

"What's the name of one of the largest auction houses in Yanjing?" Yang Shaodi asked lightly

"The largest auction house in Yanjing is called the Supreme Auction House, is my father going to use the blood of the Yuan Beast to make blood beads?" Yang Buqu asked with a little worry, because the blood beads have a fatal attraction to both the martial artist and the Saint Seiya, because the blood beads made by the blood of the Yuan Beast can drastically shorten the time for them to strengthen **.

"Don't worry, I'll be careful!" replied with a rare smile

Walking out of the villa, a few minutes later, Yang Shaodi came to a street with a lot of people, looking at the dense crowd of people of different colors, Yang Shaodi found that the warriors of Yanjing generally do not wear saint clothes on the street, but dress more casually, maybe they think it is shameful to wear imitation saint clothes!

A deafening shouting and scolding sound came from afar, and the crowd there became even denser and crowded! With Yang Shaodi's current eyesight, he could immediately see clearly what was going on, it turned out to be a ring fight. And the crowd under the ring was constantly yelling and scolding something, Yang Shaodi walked towards the ring with a height of 10 meters and a width of 100 meters with a little interest.

"Damn! I crippled that one in a rage, and I dared to run to our Yanjing to show off my might, I thought it was hundreds of years ago!"

"Come on, boy, you must teach this berserker a hard lesson!"

"Come on!" "Holy, the berserkers are arrogant too!" shouted the crowd

A man about 2.5 meters tall and extremely burly, wearing a black short-sleeved shirt, was laughing on the stage: "Is there no one in the new generation of Yanjing martial artists?

"Hmph, I'm enough to deal with you!" replied a young man about 190 centimeters tall, with thin lips and a white coat with a gloomy face, while he held a snow-white long sword about two meters long and three thumb widths in his hand.

"You really don't use weapons, don't say I'm bullying you if you lose!" said the man with thin lips

"Haha! You warriors like to play with hypocrisy, and you know that we berserkers never disdain to use any weapons, and you deliberately ask me?"

"Today's vitality concentration is more than ten times that of hundreds of years ago, and you warriors are only just on par with our berserkers, if you want to talk about heads-up, you warriors are the lowest among our berserkers and saint warriors, if it weren't for the fact that your warriors have too many bases, you warriors still want to rank second? It seems that my father is right, you warriors have lost their martial spirits!" The berserker in black short sleeves laughed even more

The audience shouted and scolded even more angrily, and the scolding was even more unbearable!

Yang Shaodi's face was lost, martial soul, martial soul! Even those who don't understand martial arts know that martial artists have lost their martial souls, so why don't martial artists understand? Where has the spirit of not bending over five buckets of rice that has been passed down in China since ancient times? Where has the spirit of biting off the flesh and blood of the enemy even though he knows that he is dying? Where has the spirit of not changing his face change even though Mount Tai has collapsed? Where has the spirit of unhesitation, tenacity, and unyielding spirit gone?

Is it the power of cultivating vitality that has completely lost them, or has they completely fallen into a corrupt life? Is this a kind of sorrow?

"Haha!Martial Soul?What is a Martial Soul?Could it be that with a Martial Soul, you can be invincible in the world?Look at the sword!" The man with thin lips suddenly jumped into the air, and the sword in his hand attacked the berserker in black short sleeves with a sound that broke through the air

"Haha! what ignorance!" the Berserker sneered at the sword light that swung down the air, and the sword light split the Berserk in half from the middle!

"Boy, you can't even catch my speed and still want to beat me, get down!" The berserker suddenly appeared strangely behind the man with thin lips, and punched the man in the back violently, a burst of blood sprayed, and the man's body fell heavily under the ring, and he slid on the ground for more than a dozen distances before stopping.

"Where is the new generation of genius martial artists in Yanjing?Tiger King Tyranny, Dragon Fist Proud Flying World, Martial Maniac Zhankong Ye, Killing God Su Baiqi, you come out for me, I'm Starka waiting for you here!" the Berserker Starka suddenly roared loudly

"Who does he think he is? He still wants to challenge the four great talents of the four major families in our capital!" "Ah! He is Starka! I heard that he is the rising star of the berserkers!" "If he wasn't over 30 years old and couldn't go to the ring, Lao Tzu would go up and tear him up!" "Fuck! There's a kind of you going to the No. 3 ring in the south to challenge! Be arrogant in this No. 2 ring!" "I don't think the four talents will come, if someone challenges them in this No. 2 ring every day, then they don't have to cultivate!"

This world is really small, Yang Shaodi actually saw a few "acquaintances" on the plane

"Brother, what do they mean by Ring 2 and Ring 3!" Wang Kexin asked suspiciously!

"Uh, what am I doing! Tianchen, it's time for you to behave. Wang Fulong whispered to Zhang Tianchen beside him

"Uncle, what do you mean by Ring No. 2 and Ring No. 3!" Zhang Tianchen patted a middle-aged man next to him who was watching the excitement

"Who's your uncle! You're from the township, and you don't even know the No. 2 and No. 3 rings. The middle-aged man said haughtily

"Hehe! Indeed, we are from Wuhan, and we are not very familiar with Yanjing, so I ask you. Wang Fulong saw that Zhang Tianchen looked like he was about to get angry, and immediately ran to play a round and said with a smile

"Why! Seeing that you look very unhappy and want to beat me? Tell you, this is Yanjing, not Wuhan, not a place where you can go wild. The middle-aged man said condescendingly

And Zhang Tianchen and Wang Fulong's faces immediately became gloomy, and their fists were pinched so loudly, an acquired martial artist was so arrogant?

"Forget it, don't be like this person, let's ask others. Wang Kexin pulled Wang Fulong and said worriedly

"Yo, there's a little sister, hey, little sister, just let your brother touch your face, and my brother will tell you what ring two and ring three mean. The middle-aged man said to Wang Kexin with a hue, and his eyes stared at Wang Kexin's chest unscrupulously

"Damn, you give me death!" "Damn, to the shameless guy!" Wang Fulong and Zhang Tianchen suddenly punched and kicked the middle-aged man in a frenzy, and the middle-aged man in the acquired intermediate realm was not the opponent of Wang Fulong and Zhang Tianchen in the congenital peak realm at all, and suddenly cried on the ground

"Oh yes, you dare to beat me! You villagers are going to die, and you kind of wait for me. The middle-aged man with a bloody face immediately got up and pointed at Wang Fulong and Zhang Tianchen with his fingers, and before he could finish his words, an unusually thick thigh suddenly kicked the middle-aged man's body, and then his body flew up in a volley, and slid to a dozen meters outside the crowd, I don't know if it was dead or alive, and the crowd around looked strange, ignoring their farce, but scolded Starka in the ring.