chapter 10 Strong Yeziel Lott

"you!"

Yeziel Lott expression suddenly changed, and his heart became angry. He stared at Mitsuo Cyrus and said word by word: "Trash, are you tired of living?"

In the ring, in front of so many people, Mitsuo Cyrus actually insulted him by name. It was really arrogant.

Why is he, a yellow-level and first-grade useless martial soul, so arrogant? Why?

"quiet!"

A man from the Tiandao Sect frowned, glanced at Mitsuo Cyrus coldly, and said sarcastically: "Are you the... genius boy that Braiden Cyrus promised us?"

“It’s really better to see once than hear a hundred times.”

The other man couldn't help but sneer.

"That's enough, let's start!"

Nyasia waved her hands coldly with a pretty face, unable to stand the mocking of Mitsuo Cyrus by the two of them.

"Release the martial spirit!"

Following Dallan Lott's loud shout, more than a dozen disciples on the stage all released their martial spirits in an instant.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

All kinds of different colors condensed in the void, exuding frightening power.

"Yellow-level fifth-grade martial spirit, Black-tailed Snake!"

This is Dario Cyrus’s martial spirit.

"Yellow-level fifth-grade martial spirit, Blue Ferret!"

This is Nefes Cyrus’s martial spirit.

The martial arts spirits of the other disciples are also at the fifth level of Huang level.

The fifth grade of yellow level is regarded as a dividing line. If it is not reached, it will not even be considered a passing grade, and it is destined not to achieve much in this life.

Once you exceed the fifth level of Huang level, you can be considered to be in the category of excellence. If you continue to practice hard, your future will be bright.

But the fifth-grade Huang-level is not just a piece of cake. The two major families had hundreds of awakened disciples, and in the end, only about ten fifth-grade Huang-level were born.

Pyrrhus Cyrus stared at Mitsuo Cyrus proudly, and said proudly: "Where is your Huang-level first-grade martial spirit? Release it for us to see!"

"as you wish."

Mitsuo Cyrus had a smile on his face, and the Supreme War Spirit silently gathered behind him. A strong and extremely strong fighting spirit swept across all directions, and the tyrannical aura forced everyone present to find it difficult to breathe.

"Um?"

Nyasia and the two men frowned at the same time. Why was the aura of this martial spirit so mysterious?

When the Supreme War Spirit was completely revealed, a yellow light floated to the side, announcing its grade.

Everyone's eyes became weird.

For a moment, the whole hall could hear a needle drop.

"Huang... Huang level one, you really have the fucking nerve to show it off!"

Pyrrhus Cyrus laughed wildly, almost crying.

His laughter broke the silence of the hall,

The whole place was in an uproar.

The rumor that the genius Mitsuo Cyrus has awakened a yellow-level first-grade martial spirit is actually true?

How could he have the face to show off such a rubbish martial spirit in front of the distinguished guests of the Tiandao Sect?

Isn't he really afraid of being embarrassed?

Sure enough, when the Supreme Fighting Spirit was revealed, a touch of sarcasm appeared in the eyes of the other ten people in the arena.

There is a feeling of being ashamed to be associated with such garbage!

In their opinion, Mitsuo Cyrus was a broken person.

"Haha, Mitsuo Cyrus, why bother?"

Nefes Cyrus shook his head, his expression looked more like pleasure than regret.

Of course, in her heart, she wished that Mitsuo Cyrus would sink and become a useless waste all his life. Only in this way could she prove that her choice was right.

Aroon Cyrus looked at Braiden Cyrus on the stage with a sneer, his tone was full of pleasure, and he said to himself: "Braiden Cyrus, Braiden Cyrus, your reputation has been ruined in the hands of your good-for-nothing son, aren't you? ... Are you particularly unwilling?"

Braiden Cyrus seemed to feel something in his heart and followed Aroon Cyrus's gaze.

Their eyes met, and although they were speechless, Braiden Cyrus could still feel the extremely inflated ambition in Aroon Cyrus eyes!

But Braiden Cyrus just smiled faintly, as if he had everything in mind.

Nyasia couldn't bear to see Mitsuo Cyrus being laughed at by the crowd. He frowned slightly and couldn't help but said, "Pyrrhus Cyrus, Yeziel Lott, where are your martial arts spirits?"

"Sir, don't be anxious. The stronger the martial spirit, the more important it is. A martial spirit like mine should be the finale!"

Yeziel Lott put his hands behind his back, not panicking or being busy.

"Humph, you're trying to be mysterious!"

Pyrrhus Cyrus sneered, his whole body trembled, and the rich spiritual energy exploded. A magic sword wrapped in hot flames appeared above his head, and he caught it easily in his hand.

A seventh-grade Huang-level martial spirit, the Crazy Flame Sword!

Such a martial spirit can be regarded as an absolute top genius even if you look at several nearby cities!

"Yes, Not Bad."

Seeing Pyrrhus Cyrus awakened martial spirit, Nyasia's cold face softened slightly.

If we can recruit a genius with a yellow-level seventh-grade martial spirit this time, we will almost overfulfill the task.

only.

Jing Ran's beautiful eyes were a little worried, and she wanted to comfort Braiden Cyrus, but she didn't know what to say.

With his pride, he definitely doesn't like to comfort him himself, right?

"Braiden Cyrus, you the Cyrus Family's descendants are good, very good. If we were placed in other cities, your the Cyrus Family would definitely be the only one in the future. But it's a pity, it's a pity! You met my son! You... Compared with my son, the Crazy Flame Sword is still lagging behind! Yeziel, let them see your true strength!"

Dallan Lott stood up slowly, opened his hands with a look of enjoyment, and his eyes were filled with anticipation.

"Yes, father!"

Yeziel Lott eyes were extremely arrogant.

He took a deep breath, and the spiritual energy all over his body exploded wildly, and a big green loach suddenly appeared from behind! There are seven rays of yellow light entwining, and they are also Huang-level seventh-grade martial arts souls!

"loach?"

Several children the Cyrus Family were a little surprised.

The Loach Martial Spirit is a seventh-grade yellow-level soul. Although it is quite strong, it is no match for the Crazy Flame Sword!

Where did Yeziel Lott get his confidence?

"No, it's not a loach, this is... this is a mud dragon!"

Nyasia stood up abruptly, her beautiful eyes full of shock, her lips parted slightly, and she said word by word: "The mud dragon has an extremely weak trace of true dragon blood. Although it is so weak that it is undetectable, but... but... A descendant of a true dragon! This mud dragon spirit is even better than the Crazy Flame Sword!"

After hearing Nyasia's words, the other two men from Tiandao Sect also gasped at the same time.

"Mud dragon?"

"Have true dragon bloodline?"

"A real...real dragon?"

Everyone in the entire guild hall was stunned.

I don’t blame them, the term “real dragon” is really too far away!

As long as the martial spirit is slightly related to the real dragon, it is much stronger than the ordinary martial spirit.

Both are at the seventh level of Huang level, but this True Dragon Spirit is much stronger than the Crazy Flame Sword!

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Yeziel Lott opened his arms and faced the sky.

He seemed to be enjoying this moment of public attention.

Pyrrhus Cyrus's face suddenly became extremely pale and bloodless.

He couldn't believe that Yeziel Lott awakened martial spirit was actually stronger than himself!

After finally trampling Mitsuo Cyrus under his feet, Pyrrhus Cyrus thought he had become the number one genius in Hong'an City. Who would have expected... Yeziel Lott's martial spirit is actually a mud dragon!

That was the mud dragon that completely killed him instantly!