Chapter 2156: Is this kid a human? (Five more)

The news of Ye Tianlong's battle with the Five Heavenly Kings quickly spread throughout the Thirteen Leagues, Longmen, the Underground World, the whole arena, and the court.
Those thirteen league spies who fought in a straightforward manner, like dandelions, told Shangfeng and Zhao Wuji about the death of Li Shang and the others.
They not only reported in detail the first battle in the clubhouse, but also uploaded several recorded videos of the battle.
With pictures and the truth, this battle spreads more quickly.
Neither Shangguan Xiaozhi nor Ye Tianlong could stop the spread of this battle, and Longmen took the opportunity to announce the death of the five heavenly kings.
Ye Tianlong became famous in the first battle, wearing a glamorous coat of Grade Nine, and accompanied by the gimmick of "the man of filial piety".
The capital, the Emperor Tianju, the food fragrant.
While Zhao Ditian was eating with Lu Yuanjia, Zhan Qinglou ran over with a phone in his hand, and hurried over to Zhao Ditian and the others.
"what?"
The one who reacted the most was Lu Yuanjia, his face was shocked and unbelievable: "Ye Tianlong killed the five heavenly kings of the 13th League?"
"How is this possible? Those are all 8-Rank masters, and you can become a powerful character in any place."
Lu Yuanjia stared at the Zhan Brothel with piercing eyes: "He killed five by himself?"
Zhan Qinglou exhaled a long breath: "Really, Lao Lu, I didn't lie to you."
"Ye Tianlong took the Ling family in Medicine City. Zhao Wuji wanted to solve Ye Tianlong once and for all, so he sent the five heavenly kings to attack Ye Tianlong."
"They blocked Ye Tianlong in a club in the suburbs. They wanted to catch a cat and mouse to play Ye Tianlong, but they were all killed by Ye Tianlong."
Zhan Qinglou spoke out the information it received: "Moreover, apart from Shangguan Xiaozhi's pressure formation, there is no second helper."
Lu Yuanjia felt that his brain was not enough: "This...killed five and eighth rank...what realm has this bastard's skill reached?"
Zhan Qinglou gave a judgment: "Anyone who can kill five eighth-ranks has at least a ninth-rank skill."
Lu Yuanjia pulled off a button: "Is this kid a monster? How old is he? He is already scared to death in his twenties, and he is still a 9th grade."
"This is equivalent to a ten-year-old kid who made as much money as Jack Ma with his own hands."
"I worked hard for decades, and last month broke through the eighth rank, but he was like a game of the 9th rank."
He looked at Zhao Ditian who had been eating peacefully: "Master, do you think this news is unreliable?"
Zhan Qinglou took the topic: "It is completely credible, this is passed by the spies of the 13th League, and they also recorded a few videos."
Zhao Ditian squeezed his chopsticks and smiled: "I won't believe it when I change to someone else, but it's credible in Ye Tianlong."
"The last time Grandma Grandma competed with him, Ye Tianlong was a short distance away from the 9th-Rank, but lacked refinement and precipitation."
"The fact that Ye Tianlong has no abilities, how can he kill the Ninth-Rank God of Death, the Ninth-Rank Lone Star Master?"
"There are various factors in it, but the most important thing to kill them is Ye Tianlong's own strength."
He smiled: "It's just that Ye Tianlong is accustomed to converging his sharp edge, and he often muddles the water, so he can't tell if he doesn't analyze it carefully."
"This bastard, next time I see him, I have to kick him. Niu Honghong will not take out the 9th grade soon. I can be happy for him."
Lu Yuanjia bit a piece of pork belly badly: "Tian Mei knows that she should be happy again."
"Aren't you not ignorant of Tianlong's temperament? He likes to be free and has many benefits from the 9th rank, but he also lives in the eyes of everyone."
Zhao Ditian picked up a piece of tofu and ate it with white rice: "Moreover, how capable and responsible, he is probably crying at this time."
Lu Yuanjia was taken aback, then smiled and nodded: "That's true, he won't be able to enter Beijing casually in the future."
"The brothel, Ye Tianlong's ninth-rank matter will soon spread. He will be a lot of glorious, but it will also be a lot of trouble. Please clean up some for him."
The wrinkles on Zhao Ditian's face bloomed: "Also, send a few more people to stare at the Rong family."
Zhan Qinglou nodded: "Understood!"
At almost the same moment, in the garden of the Rong family, Wang Gebi hurriedly walked into the study of Rong Shengli, with a solemn expression on his face:
"Old Rong, Old Rong, received the news that Ye Tianlong killed the five heavenly kings of the 13th League alone."
Wang Gebi watched the report from the old man who had been writing quickly: "His strength has reached the 9th rank."
"Hey--"
Before he finished speaking, Rong Shengli, who was writing about Qinyuanchun, flicked his wrist and rubbed the rice paper with a splash, ruining the entire text.
"Ye Tianlong, kill five eighth-ranks? His skill is ninth-rank?"
Rong Shengli stared at Wang Gobi with his gaze: "Pharaoh, are you in the water?"
Wang Gebi hurriedly responded: "Old Rong, this news is true. I have found someone to prove it three times. There is really no water."
Rong Shengli's brush hummed and said: "Since the martial arts records, how many eight-rank masters under 30 years old are there?"
Wang Gebi squeezed out: "There are so many, but they happen once in a hundred years, so there is no 8-Rank under the age of 30."
Rong Shengli asked again: "Where is the 30-year-old ninth product?"
Wang Gebi bit his lip and responded: "Since ancient times, it has never appeared."
Rong Shengli walked to the sofa and sat down: "How old is Ye Tianlong?"
Wang Gobi sighed: "Twenty-four...no, twenty-five years old."
"It's good to know, then you give me this rumor?"
Rong Shengli opened his teacup and drank a big sip of tea: "I have seen Ye Tianlong's information, the most authentic information."
"He is very powerful, very cunning, and courageous, but he can't have a level 9 skill."
He hates iron but not steel: "To say that he has the ninth rank is just like saying that he killed 28 presidents. You, you are still fooled at an age."
Wang Gebi didn't say anything, he just took out a mobile phone, called up two ten-second videos, and placed them in front of Rong Shengli.
It was the video of Ye Tianlong killing Mieyang with a single shot, and the video of him fighting against the siege of Li Shang and the trio.
"flutter!"
Rong Shengli spouted a sip of tea, and the old face was indescribably shocked, obviously seeing Ye Tianlong's strength.
Because the eight heavenly kings of the Thirteen League, Rong Shengli all have records.
"How is this possible?"
Rong Shengli rubbed his eyes and watched the video again, stunned, Ye Tianlong was absolutely 9th-Rank strength.
But this is totally inconsistent with cognition.
He muttered to himself: "At this age, the 9th-Rank master, is this kid a human?"
Wang Gebi whispered: "Master, we were not sure before that Lin Chenxue's potential instrument was destroyed by Ye Tianlong..."
"Now, we can not only conclude that it is the Ye Tianlong burst meter, but also that the instrument with a value of 100 was ordered for Ye Tianlong."
One hundred?
Rong Shengli's eyes lit up instantly, and there was an unconcealable heat...