Yu Haoran's heart was far from calm as he looked like he was on the outside, and his heartbeat seemed to be about to snatch his chest at any time.

He also knew that his words might anger Zhao Kexin, but he had to ask.

Success or failure is at this moment. As long as Zhao Kexin leaves without being angry, it means that she has a good impression of herself. Only by being sure that the other party has a good impression of herself can she have a chance.

Although the conditions required for the dual cultivation of demons seem to be a very happy thing for men, it is not easy to do it really.

Yu Haoran himself is a person with a strong sense of responsibility, which can be seen from the determination he made after knowing the past events of Shihuan and the Yu family.

A man with a strong sense of responsibility will never do anything contrary to his own principles. A man loves women and is even more fraternal. He will not deny this.

But he still wants to truly have a woman, and that woman really only has him, a man. What he hopes most is the person in front of him, Zhao Kexin.

Zhao Kexin's face was blushing and she felt a little angry, but she didn't want to leave. She couldn't even explain what was going on.

In short, the boy in front of him seemed to have something to attract him tightly. When he left on the first side, he felt a little disappointed. This was a mentality that she never had.

Just as Zhao Kexin was about to say something, suddenly, the sky was clear and clear the sky was covered with dark clouds a moment ago.

Then, with a series of loud bangs, countless meteorites fell from the sky! They were smashed down on their heads!

Everything was destroyed in this natural disaster, including Yu Haoran, Zhou Xiaopang, Zhao Kexin, and even the entire Demon Refining Continent were not spared. There was only one soul that went through the cracks in the space and went to another world...

n years later, in a certain mortal world.

The He family is a top-notch master in the Yanyang Heaven. Its clan is so large that it has a hundred clans. However, this huge family has been passed down from ancient times to the present.

The He family clan is located in Yanyang Heaven, while the hundreds of family tribes are scattered in the mortal realm. Every four years, all tribes gather together to Douxian Ridge to launch a youth tribe-related tribe-like competition on the highest peak that sank into the clouds.

The reason why it is related to life is not just about the harm of hands and feet and eyes and life in the competition, but about hundreds of events.

After the competition, the tribe with the lowest score will be exterminated by all members!

The tribes have been in a row for half a day, and in a blink of an eye, it has come to the end of the last day.

At this time, the celestial arena with a diameter of nearly 100 meters, and the hard rock tabletops are covered with potholes.

Two figures on the stage kept colliding, and the two sides were merciless and ruthless, drawing their key points. It was impossible to tell that this was a competition between the same tribe, and they were extremely jealous.

Bang —!

Finally, a figure fell down. It was a boy in black. His head was crooked and his eyes were closed, and his mouth and nose were completely gone. It was si.

The one who killed him was also a young man. He was wearing a red dress and killed his brothers of the same clan. Not only did he have no sadness on his face, but he showed a sarcastic and disdainful smile.

The elder from the heavenly clan in the center of the ring also looked indifferent, waved his hand and asked someone to lift the body of the boy in black and shouted;

"He Lang won the Yucheng tribe, and he won one point, but Yangcheng tribe was defeated, and he lost one point."

The surrounding viewers shouted and cheered, but only the southeast corner was very quiet, where was the newly defeated Yangcheng tribe.

The body of the boy in black was carried down, and a pair of men and women rushed up to him with heart-wrenching tears. However, except for their own family, no one sympathized with their pain of losing their son.

The head of the Yangcheng tribe, He Tian, ​​had a pale face and his elderly body was shaking. His turbid eyes looked at a stone tablet hanging on the ring, and a hint of despair was revealed in his eyes.

There are scores for each tribe on the stone plate, and at the last place, there is the Yangcheng tribe. However, just now, the last young man who can reach the sixth level of true qi was also si.

"Heavenly destroys my clan..."

He Tian was crying and all his thoughts were gone. At this moment, a young man in white walked up.

"Class leader, let me go."

The eyes of the He family of Yangcheng tribe lit up at first, but when they saw the boy in white, their expressions dimmed again.

This young man in white is named He Huan. He has been gifted since childhood. He is already sixteen this year, but he is still only a third level of true energy. He is only one of the three armies in white.

"Brother! Don't go!" A girl who was only twelve or thirteen years old rushed up and grabbed He Huan's arm, her eyes flushed and tears were everywhere.

This girl is He Huan's real sister He Miao. She just saw someone beaten on the ring. She was already timid and had been relying on her brother and refused to let go no matter what.

"Brother, I don't want you to go, don't go..."

He Huan smiled, rubbed He Miao's little head with a pampered smile, and said softly: "Don't worry, I will come back well, and I will take you to buy candied haws."

Looking at the patriarch again, He Huan said resolutely: "Captain, let me go."

At this time, He Tian was already ashamed and waved his hand and said, "All he wants to do it. If you want to send it to him, then go."

On the ring, the winning boy in red looked arrogant, and at this time, a boy in white walked up the steps of the ring, causing an uproar among the people around him.

"Look! Yangcheng tribes lost, right? They actually brought a three-army white dress to send it to Si?"

"I guess I've given up. The Yangcheng tribe is really unlucky this time. The comparisons are all those strong tribes."

"It seems that the situation of Yangcheng's tribe division is hopeless, and they should be the ones who were exterminated this year."

"It's really boring. Can the three armies wear white clothes on the ring? Stop laughing at the si people, hahaha!"

"Hey! Little kid, don't hold on if you don't come, don't pee your pants in the ring in a while, hahaha!"

...

There was a bustling sarcasm, but He Huan, who walked onto the ring, didn't care at all, and his face was as calm as water.

The clan elder in the center of the ring just glanced at him, frowned slightly inadvertently, and said, "Yangcheng tribe junior, do you know that this is the last chance for the Yangcheng tribe to compete?"

He Huan bowed to the elder and said respectfully: "I naturally know, and I also know that if I can fight more in one battle, I can get exponential scores."

There was a burst of laughter on the top of the mountain, and everyone thought he must be crazy. A three-army white-clothed army, who was at the bottom of the tribe, actually wanted to fight more than one battle?

The elder also chuckled and said, "Is there such a saying, how many people do you want to fight against?"

He Huan looked up at the stone sign and stretched out four fingers; "Four people."

The laughter around him became louder, and only the people of Yangcheng tribe were stunned. If He Miao hadn't been pulled by the clan leader, she would have run to the ring crying and shouting.
Chapter completed!