A group of tribe members from the Abang tribe were stunned and looked stunned.

Everyone, with my words, exposed many branches and leaves.

They were surprised. After only over a year of seeing him, Han Ting's strength has made great progress! Not to mention anything else, even a worshiper under his seat is boundlessly terrifying.

"Han Zhuang's strength is among the top thirty sons, and he can roughly rank in the top five!"

"And Han Ting can kill Han Zuan strongly, which shows that Han Ting's strength is enough to squeeze into the top five!"

After such an analysis, many people were frightened.

It seems that this battle for the throne will have major changes.

And this variable comes from the 29th son, Han Ting! They have a dreamy and unreality because the change is too big.

In just one night! Han Ting jumped from an unpopular figure who no one cares about to become a dark horse that makes people afraid of.

The storm is still spreading and fermenting.

The ones who pay attention to this matter the most are undoubtedly those campaigners fighting for the throne.

Most of them looked gloomy.

For them, this is definitely bad news.

A waste from the past rides on their heads in a blink of an eye?

There are even a few geniuses with good relationships with Han Zhuan, and they are full of anger.

I wish I could kill Han Ting to pay tribute to Han Zhuan’s spirit! “It’s only been more than a year, but I have just jumped from the tail of the crane to become the top genius in the tribe?

impossible!"

Someone raised an objection.

Because this is equivalent to evolving from a pig into a dragon.

"Yes, it's really unlikely, unless you live in the myth."

"Tomorrow is the garden party. Then try him again to see if he has really made great progress!"

Some genius has a cold eyes and deliberately finds faults.

In a mansion located in the central part of the Abang tribe, a man in blue suddenly opened his eyes.

He stood up quickly, with his hands behind him, his eyes faintly.

The method he practiced was very domineering, and it was like thunder roaring in his breath.

Some of the rocks even shattered and exploded in the sound of their huge breathing.

This man in green is the most powerful among the thirty sons of the Abang clan leader, named Hanchuan! A few years ago, Hanchuan was known as the number one genius of the Abang tribe.

All along, the tribe members of the Abang tribe have high expectations and feel that they have the most chance to become Xuanzi.

Hanchuan looked into the distance with a faint look: "Twenty-ninth brother killed thirty brother?"

He shook his head, very suspicious of it.

He had observed Han Ting's roots up close and felt that he could not become a powerful man at all.

Talent, whether you admit it or not, exist objectively.

Some people are embarrassed by the great way throughout their lives and are trapped in a humble state.

However, some people can see the wonders of the great way when they are young, and they will continue to reach the highest level throughout their lives.

This is the gap in talent! Not everyone is a genius in the vast world. Some are as bright as the sun, while others are as humble as the star dust.

"Tomorrow is a garden party, and you will know whether it is a dragon or a worm!"

"I don't believe it. If you haven't seen each other for more than a year, your bones have changed, and you will become a tiger and a dragon!"

Han Chuan's eyes flashed, and he decided to test Han Ting's depth during the garden party.

The Manchu capital, a small garden.

After Fan Manshou learned about Han Zhuang's killing, he was not surprised.

Han Zhuan was so arrogant and domineering that he dared to attack the brothers at night and attack the brothers and sisters?

This matter has been determined. The patriarch Abang sentenced Han Ting to be innocent, so he naturally won't be too troublesome.

What really surprised him was who killed Han Zhuan! "Is it that little brother?"

The little brother Fan Man mentioned in his head was referring to Ye Yun.

His perspective is different from ordinary people.

People in the world thought that killing Han Ting was the one who did it, but he suspected that Ye Yun was on the head.

After all, the impression Ye Yun left on him on that day was too deep.

The arrow shot the flamingo, crushing Han Zhuan strongly, and it has the invincible power.

"It seems that this battle for the throne is more exciting than ever before."

Fan Manshou's eyes flashed. If he remembered correctly, tomorrow would be a garden party.

Han Ting became famous last night. There will be many thoughtful people at the conference to take care of him deliberately?

If Han Ting's strength really makes great progress, he will still be dazzling at tomorrow's garden conference.

The storm of killing Han Zun continued to ferment.

All the halos are focused on Han Ting, the waste of the past.

Han Ting was a little panicked, but also a little excited.

He didn't sleep all night last night, but for him, he had gained too much.

Not only did it kill a strong competitor, it also enhanced its prestige.

However, his strength is not as rumored by the outside world, and he has made rapid progress.

"Master Ye, tomorrow is the garden party. I'm afraid that I will show my timidity at the conference."

Han Ting sighed and expressed his worries.

If this is the case, his fate would probably be even more tragic! "Have you ever heard that one qi transforms three purity?"

Ye Yun's eyes flashed, without a positive answer.

"One qi transforms three clears?"

Han Ting's expression changed and he was stunned for a moment.

He naturally had heard of such secret techniques.

In ancient times, there was a strong man who once transformed into three qi into three purities, and his own qi into three, and his three bodies were invincible in the world! However, hasn’t this kind of secret technique been lost long ago?

Why did Ye Yun suddenly mention it?

"With your current strength, it is even more difficult to fight for the throne."

Ye Yun hit the nail on the head.

Han Ting nodded, and he naturally knew it was difficult.

"So, I want to transform into you and participate in the battle for the throne for you."

"After the matter is completed, I will take away the Nine-Turn Ancient Heavenly Mastery, and you will become Xuanzi."

Ye Yun reviewed the game all night, but he couldn't think of any way to make Han Zhuan successfully fight for the throne.

Finally, he had to come up with this solution! Han Zhuan hesitated for a moment and gritted his teeth and agreed.

He has no choice! If he gives up, he will be mediocre all his life.

Will be sneered in life and live under the shadow of other people's comparison.

The thirty sons of the Abang clan leader, the twenty-ninth son, is the most useless. He has been listening to this sentence for more than 30 years! In a lifetime, it will either be brilliant or degenerate.

He didn't want to have a glorious opportunity, but he didn't give it a try and ended up falling into a life of depravity.

"What does Master Ye have to do? I will do it!"

Han Ting was very tactful. He knew that transformation was not an easy thing.

It is a fantasy to want to transform into a form and hide from all the strong men in the Abang tribe.

However, he was willing to believe Ye Yun! "I need all your soul blood, but I will tell you clearly that once you take away your soul blood, you will fall into a state of fake death."

Ye Yun didn't hide it, he said bluntly that this was very dangerous.

Once it fails, there is no possibility of survival.

"good!"

Han Ting agreed without hesitation.

Ye Yun looked at Han Ting with a little meaning. This guy was crazy.

A stream of madness that goes against the world.
Chapter completed!