When the Global Martial Artist Summit was over, they would go into seclusion again and cultivate hard to catch up with the young people ahead of them.
The one who felt the least pressure was definitely the little fool.
He was an anomaly among the elites of the Northern Army. He had never liked to cultivate since he was young.
Braydon Neal couldn't do anything to him.
Letting the little fool cultivate was harder than letting him eat poop.
While the elites of Northern Army were chatting.
On the fifth ring, a young man in black clothes turned around and pointed his long sword at the high platform. He shouted, "Braydon Neal, do you dare to fight me?"
"A high-level pinnacle cannot challenge a low-level pinnacle!"
Judge No. 5 frowned and said coldly.
If a high-level pinnacle could challenge a low-level pinnacle at any time, wouldn't it be chaotic?
Braydon had 50,000 Na of vitality, so he was at the chaos pinnacle realm.
