"Ye Yuan, this guy is so strong! He's just ranked 1000th. If so, then how strong is the first place?" Yang Qing said with a solemn expression.
Yang Qing was proud. Especially these few years, he practically soared to the skies.
But today, he really met his match.
The powerhouses in this Thousand Souls Hall were really the utmost strongest thousand people in the long river of time!
"Is he strong? I don't think so," Ye Yuan smiled and said.
Yang Qing rolled his eyes and said in depression, "You tortoise grandson, I shouldn't have talked to you!"
Ye Yuan smiled and said, "You, this person, you need to grow while being knocked down! Comprehend it. You should have reaped a lot in the fight just now."
Yang Qing nodded and went to one side to comprehend.
The Thousand Souls Hall's opponents absolutely only occurred once in a lifetime to geniuses.
Fighting with such opponents could improve oneself to the greatest extent.
