Chapter 2156 Is This Guy a Human? (Fifth Update)

The news of Ye Tianlong's battle with the five heavenly kings quickly spread throughout the Thirteen Leagues, Longmen, the underground world, the entire world, and the court.

Those Thirteen League spies who had been watching the battle were like dandelions, informing Shangfeng and Zhao Wuji of the sudden deaths of Li Shang and others.

Not only did they report the battle in the clubhouse in detail, but they also uploaded several recorded battle videos.

With pictures and truth, the war spread even faster.

Neither Shangguan Xiaozhi nor Ye Tianlong could stop the spread of the battle, and Longmen also took the opportunity to announce the death of the five heavenly kings.

Ye Tianlong became famous in the first battle, wearing the splendid coat of the ninth grade, and also accompanied by the gimmick of "Shangguan Xiaozhi Man".

In the capital, where the emperor lives, the food is fragrant.

While Zhao Ditian and Lu Yuanjia were eating, Zhan Qinglou ran over with a hurried look on his face, holding the phone, and whispered a few words to Zhao Ditian and the others,

"What?"

Lu Yuanjia was the first to react. His face was full of shock and disbelief: "Ye Tianlong killed five kings of the Thirteen Alliance?"

"How is this possible? Those are all eighth-grade masters. If you put them anywhere, they can become powerful figures."

Lu Yuanjia stared at Zhan Qinglou with sharp eyes: "He killed five by himself?"

Zhan Qinglou exhaled a long breath: "Really, Lao Lu, I didn't lie to you."

"Ye Tianlong captured the Ling family in Medicine City. Zhao Wuji wanted to deal with Ye Tianlong once and for all, so he sent five heavenly kings to attack Ye Tianlong."

"They blocked Ye Tianlong in a club in the suburbs. They originally wanted to kill Ye Tianlong by playing cat and mouse, but they were all killed by Ye Tianlong."

Zhan Qinglou told the intelligence received: "And besides Shangguan Xiaozhi, there is no other person to help."

Lu Yuanjia felt that his brain was a little insufficient: "This...killed five eighth-level people...how far has this bastard's skills reached?"

Zhan Qinglou made a judgment: "If you can kill five eighth-level people, you must have at least ninth-level skills."

Lu Yuanjia pulled open a button and said, "Is this kid a monster? How old is he? In his twenties, the eighth grade is already scary to people, but he is still the ninth grade."

"This is equivalent to a ten-year-old kid making as much money as Jack Ma with his own hands."

"I have been working hard for decades, and I only broke through to the eighth level last month, but he is just at the ninth level just for fun."

He looked at Zhao Ditian, who had been eating calmly: "Old man, do you think this news is unreliable?"

Zhan Qinglou took over the topic: "It's completely credible. This was reported by spies from the Thirteenth Alliance. They also recorded several videos."

Zhao Ditian pinched his chopsticks and smiled: "If it were anyone else, I wouldn't believe it, but with Ye Tianlong, I believe it."

"The last time Grandma Sun competed with him, Ye Tianlong was just a hair away from the ninth level, but he lacked tempering and precipitation."

"The truth is that Ye Tianlong doesn't have any ability, so how can he kill the ninth-grade God of Death and the ninth-grade Lone Star Master?"

"Although there are various factors in it, the key to killing them is Ye Tianlong's own strength."

He smiled: "It's just that Ye Tianlong has a habit of restraining his sharp edges and often muddies the water, so you can't tell it without careful analysis."

"This bastard, I have to kick him in the face next time I see him. Even if I don't take it out earlier, I can be happy for him."

Lu Yuanjia bit into a piece of pork belly and said, "Tianmei knows it's time to be happy again."

"It's not like you don't understand Tianlong's temperament? He likes to be free. There are many benefits to rank nine, but he also lives in the public eye."

Zhao Ditian picked up a piece of tofu and ate it with white rice: "And with such great ability and great responsibility, he is probably crying now."

Lu Yuanjia was stunned for a moment, then nodded with a smile: "That's true, he won't be able to enter Beijing casually in the future."

"Brother, the news about Ye Tianlong's ninth grade will spread quickly. He will be a lot of glory, but he will also be in a lot of trouble. Let's clear some of it for him."

Wrinkles bloomed on Zhao Ditian's face: "Also, send a few more people to keep an eye on the Rong family."

Zhan Qinglou nodded: "Understood!"

At almost the same moment, in the Rong family garden, Wang Gebi hurriedly walked into Rong Shengli's study, with a solemn look on his face:

"Rong Lao, Rong Lao, I received the news that Ye Tianlong killed the five kings of the Thirteen Alliance by himself."

Wang Gebi looked at the old man writing furiously and reported: "His strength has reached the ninth level."

"嚓——"

Before he finished speaking, Rong Shengli, who was writing Qinyuanchun, flicked his wrist and the brush scraped against the rice paper, destroying the entire text.

"Ye Tianlong, killed five eighth-level people? Is he skilled in ninth-level skills?"

Rong Shengli looked at Wang Gebi with lightning eyes: "Old Wang, are you out of your mind?"

Wang Gebi hurriedly responded: "Mr. Rong, this news is true. I found someone to prove it three times. There is really no water."

Rong Shengli threw away his brush and hummed: "Since martial arts records have been recorded, how many eighth-level masters under the age of thirty are there?"

Wang Gebi squeezed out a sentence: "There are so few, but they only happen once in a hundred years, so there are no eight-level ones under thirty years old that have been circulated."

Rong Shengli asked again: "Where is the thirty-year-old ninth-grade one?"

Wang Gebi bit his lip and responded: "It has never appeared since ancient times."

Rong Shengli walked to the sofa and sat down: "How old is Ye Tianlong?"

Wang Gebi sighed: "Twenty-four... no, twenty-five years old."

"It's good to know, then you still give me this rumor?"

Rong Shengli opened his tea cup and took a big sip of tea: "I have read Ye Tianlong's information, which is the most authentic information."

"He is very powerful, cunning, and courageous, but his skills cannot be of the ninth rank."

He was very disappointed: "Saying that he is of the ninth rank is like saying that he killed 28 presidents. You, at your age, are still being fooled."

Wang Gobi said nothing, but took out a mobile phone, called up two videos of more than ten seconds, and put them in front of Rong Shengli.

It was the video of Ye Tianlong killing Mie Yang with one shot, and the video of him fighting against the joint siege of Li Shang and the other three.

"Puff!"

Rong Shengli spit out a mouthful of tea, his old face was indescribably shocked, and he obviously saw Ye Tianlong's strength.

Because Rong Shengli had all the eight kings of the Thirteen Alliance on file.

"How is this possible?"

Rong Shengli rubbed his eyes, watched the video again, and was stunned. Ye Tianlong was definitely of the ninth rank.

But this was completely inconsistent with his cognition.

He muttered to himself: "At this age, he is a ninth-grade master. Is this kid a human?"

Wang Gobi whispered: "Old man, we were not sure before that Lin Chenxue's potential instrument was destroyed by Ye Tianlong..."

"Now, we can not only conclude that Ye Tianlong was over the limit, but also conclude that the instrument with a value of 100 was ordered for Ye Tianlong."

Value of 100?

Rong Shengli's eyes lit up instantly, with an undisguised heat...