The god-level son-in-law of the female president

"Since someone is so ignorant, then we have to give him some flair. Didn't he say he wants to fight alone? Then I won't be polite..."

The fox tyrant grinned grimly.

Before he was alone on the field, he was still afraid of Ye Huan's three-pointer, but now there are two strong men, old man Luo Hu and Xuanyuan Feng.

He was full of confidence all of a sudden!

"Elder Hu, I want to report something to you!" Hu Tianfeng suddenly said loudly.

"This kid Ye Huan has mastered a magical formation. Mu Qinghui was originally a Martial Saint at the third level, but when Ye Huan came out with the formation, he abruptly helped Mu Qinghui step into the sixth level!"

"It's too wasteful to put such a miraculous formation on Ye Huan. It's a waste of money. It's better to let him contribute to benefit the martial arts world in the capital!"

"what!"

Intense greed immediately appeared in the eyes of the vixen tyrant.

He thought that Mu Qinghui broke through retreat by himself, but who knew it was actually made by Ye Huan?

hiss!

Then this spirit array is a rare treasure!

To know.

Wu Sheng is not a cat or a dog!

Even if you pile up endless resources, you may not be able to create one.

It takes talent! m.biqmgè

Just like some scumbags who have studied hard for decades can't get into the school.

Some geniuses can skip a grade to take the Qingbei exam, which is as easy as eating and drinking.

This gap cannot be smoothed out by hard work!

Success requires 90.00% nine perspiration, and one percent talent, which works in some fields.

But if you want to go to the extreme in a certain road, you can't do it without talent!

Women are afraid of marrying the wrong man, and men are afraid of choosing the wrong job. This is the reason!

Only by cultivating deeply in the field that you are good at can you achieve higher achievements!

In the world of martial arts, there are countless people who have gone on to succeed, but they can't even cultivate in the first level of the day after tomorrow, and they don't even have the qualifications to become a martial artist.

Not to mention the hundred-scattered sky above the innate, the one-line sky, the three flowers gathered on the top, the five qi towards the yuan, and the ninety-nine return to one!

Overcoming all kinds of difficulties, overcoming obstacles all the way, maybe there is only a chance to become a highly respected martial saint!

Hu Manba stared at Ye Huan, his eyes became more and more greedy!

Ye Huan can make Mu Qinghui break through three levels in just one day. If this method can be replicated, how many powerful people can the Fox family produce in batches?

I can't imagine it!

This statement came out.

The old man Luohu became even more short of breath, and his cloudy eyes were shining brightly.As the founder of the Martial Arts Association, he has an extremely high status and has made friends with many forces.

If he gets the True Dragon Spirit Formation, these forces must obediently curry favor with him and treat him as their master?Will the Martial Arts Association still be important at that time?

It doesn't matter at all!

He can become the leader of the martial arts alliance in a matter of minutes, commanding the world, who would dare not follow?

And Xuanyuan Feng's desire for the True Dragon Spirit Formation is no less than that of the old man Luohu. The Star Luozong has a large territory, containing hundreds of families and tens of thousands of warriors under it, and its foundation is extremely solid.

It is impossible for these tens of thousands of warriors to cultivate into martial saints.But let them achieve the innate realm, but it is a great opportunity!

If this plan is successfully implemented, Star Luozong will become the strongest force in China!

The True Dragon Formation has a fatal attraction to these three Martial Saints. They wish they could join forces immediately and take Ye Huan down!

"Ye Huan, hand over this formation obediently, or don't blame me for being cruel..." Hu Manba said coldly, with a feeling of impatience, as if he was afraid that the cooked duck would fly away.