The Divine Martial Spirit is actually the top-level Divine Martial Spirit in the Martial Spirit Continent! That is the supreme existence that surpasses the Immortal Martial Spirit and the Demon Martial Spirit! There have been several geniuses with Divine Martial Spirits recorded in history, but almost all of them died because they could not withstand the ultra-high load of the Divine Martial Spirit.

And the miracle is that the Demon Dragon Marshal - Teresa actually cultivated to the seventieth level, and broke through the limit layer by layer, and actually absorbed a blood spirit ring with more than 100,000 spirit values in the seventh ring!

It's no wonder that Teresa was able to make a name for herself on two continents at such a young age.

Just as Teresa was in a state of war and ready to kill, a hand was placed on her shoulder.

"Who!" Teresa was about to erupt subconsciously, but turned her head to meet Ye Mantian's calm eyes.

"Don't do it!" Ye Wentian said lightly, his voice not inaudible with any emotional fluctuations.

"Why! He actually bullied you in front of my sister and me, this is slapping my sister in the face!"

Ye Wentian pointed to the ruined and ruined village around him and said, "If you do it here, you will destroy the village!" They are innocent!" After speaking, he pointed to Ye Zhiqiu again: "Moreover, this is my revenge, I am a man, I have to rely on my own strength to take revenge!"

Teresa suddenly felt that the young man in front of her was different, what was the difference?

Originally, with Teresa's domineering personality, it was impossible to be obedient, but when Ye Wentian said a word, Teresa actually felt that it made sense, and subconsciously nodded in agreement.

The spirit ring disappeared, the black dragon disappeared, and the sky was restored.

Teresa tilted her head and thought about it: Why did I agree in a daze? Could it be that I really met the nemesis of my life? No, no, no, I can only defeat him, not him! I have to find a way to get him, even if it is hard! Isn't there an old saying in Xianwu Continent: The overlord is the bow, and his whole body is relaxed! En, that's it.

Thinking about it, Teresa waved her fist and made up her mind.

Ye Wentian nodded at his father, then walked out with his hands in his hands, faced Ye Zhiqiu, and said in a deep voice: "Ye Zhiqiu, do you dare to compete with me?"

Everyone looked at Ye Wentian with the eyes of a madman, this kid was full of self-confidence?

Without Teresa's coercion, Ye Zhiqiu suddenly took a breath and laughed when he heard this: "Just you, I'm a dignified seventy-ninth level spiritual saint, and you dare to challenge me even a hairy boy with no spiritual power?"

"Xiaotian, don't come nonsense!" Ye Tianzi also shouted urgently.

Wei Liesha nodded with satisfaction: "Well, very good, sister, I like you more and more!"

Ye Wentian smiled contemptuously: "What, you don't dare?"

The laughter stopped abruptly, and this sentence was like a loud slap on Ye Zhiqiu's old face.

"You say I don't dare?" Ye Zhiqiu's eyes were cold, and there was murder in his eyes.

Ye Wentian said lightly: "Of course you don't dare!

A sword aura rushed into the sky, even in the face of Ye Tianzi, he Ye Zhiqiu had never lost his temper so much: "Okay! Since you are looking for death! I will send you down to see your mother! I don't need spiritual power, come on!"

Even if you don't use spiritual power, the body of the seventy-ninth level spirit saint is also strong and terrifying, not to mention the Ye family's Heaven Splitting Sect, the guardian spirit is a top-level weapon martial spirit - the Heaven Splitting Knife, and if you practice martial arts and sword since childhood, you can strengthen your body even more.

What I want is your last sentence! Ye Wentian sneered in his heart.

Ye Zhiqiu was about to step forward, but Ye Xinyi suddenly jumped out first.

"Daddy, I'll teach this stinky boy a lesson, one trick is enough!" Ye Xinyi's red dress danced, using her palm as a knife, and made a starting gesture.

Ye Zhiqiu also knew that he had been provoked, and now he happened to borrow the slope to get off the donkey, and said with his head bowed: "Well, good boy, be careful, this kid has some ways!" He still remembered the incident when Ye Wentian broke free from the shackles.

Ye Xinyi showed a look of eagerness, and hooked her hand towards Ye Wentian: "For the sake of you not having spiritual power, I don't use spiritual power." Let you make a move, you come first!"

Ye Wentian scolded "stupid fork" in his heart, this girl obviously didn't really do anything, she was dressed in flowers, and her body was full of flaws.

Since you let me make a move, then I'm not welcome!" Ye Wentian sneered in his heart, and his right leg, which had already been tightened, suddenly exerted force, and rushed out like a cheetah.

No one thought that a ten-year-old child would be able to burst out at such a fast speed, the two of them were only ten meters apart, and they arrived in front of Ye Xinyi almost instantly, and they punched hard and smashed into the middle palace.

Ye Xinyi panicked, but the basic skills were still there, so she immediately took a step back, slashed at Ye Wentian's wrist with her palm, and forced the other party to retreat and defend.

How do you know that Ye Wentian didn't have the intention of withdrawing at all, the moment the palm knife touched his wrist, he suddenly turned his fist into a claw, and grabbed Ye Xinyi's wrist with his backhand.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Ye Wentian's mouth, and the eighth-level typo technique was activated, and with a flick of his fingers at a strange frequency, all the muscles and bones of Ye Xinyi's wrist were removed.

The sharp pain in the wrist was like splitting the muscles and bones, Ye Xinyi was in a hurry, and he didn't care about the agreement, the three spirit rings of yellow, blue, and blue rose, the first yellow spirit ring was shining, and a black long knife appeared in his hand, and a red flame appeared on the long knife, slashing towards Ye Wentian's neck with a rolling heat wave.

The first spiritual skill: Swift Fire Slash, the blade is attached to the flame and hurts people, expanding the attack area and power.

Ye Tianzi stood on one leg, with an anxious look on his face, Ye Wentian didn't have any spiritual power!

"Despicable!" Teresa's ice-blue eyes flashed with murderous intent, ready to rescue Ye Wentian at any time, and directly kill Ye Xinyi.

Ye Wentian snorted coldly, and his feet suddenly turned into a phantom, and the eighth-level You Zi Jue was activated.

Eighth-level swimming, stepping on gossip, walking in a mysterious, the highest realm can travel thousands of miles a day, and transform thousands.

The Swift Fire Slash did slash at Ye Wentian's neck, but there was no blood splashing, no screams, and Ye Wentian was broken like glass!

This is a phantom! An illusion produced by high-speed movement! Ye Zhiqiu, Ye Tianzi, and Teresa all saw the doorway.

Looking at the shattered phantom in front of him, Ye Xinyi was stunned, what was going on? The other party obviously had no spiritual power! How did he disappear?

"Slut, I'm here!" Ye Wentian's voice came from the side.

Ye Xinyi turned her head, and one palm kept enlarging in her eyes.

"Smack!" A loud slap slapped Ye Xinyi's pretty side face, and the power was so great that it directly sucked Ye Xinyi out, and even spewed out a blood-stained tooth.

I have to say that the body tempered by spiritual power is really strong, this slap is stronger than an adult, and among ordinary little girls, she will be in a coma for a whole day, but Ye Xinyi can still get up from the ground!

However, on the originally pretty side face, a bruised palm print is in the eye, which is really dazzling and embarrassing.

"Dad......!" Ye Xinyi covered her face and cried out with a pout. This is the first time she has been beaten, and she has been slapped in the face! Since she was a child, even Ye Zhiqiu has never touched a single hair of her.

Ye Zhiqiu checked Ye Xinyi's injury, although it was not a big problem, but it was really humiliating, his hair was raised, and his eyes were angry: "Little bastard, Lao Tzu killed you!"