"Brother, let's go quickly. The third Shenlu Exchange Conference is about to begin. That guy Tire is going to name you to make you look good."

Doyle was sitting at the desk and thinking about something. Frank shook his shoulders vigorously, turning Doyle's head into a tumbler on his shoulders.

"Tyr? I'm not familiar with him!" Doyle held down Frank's arm.

"At the first Shenlu Exchange Meeting, you turned him into a little goat..."

Frank looked at Doyle, who was devoting his brain to delving into the secrets of divinity every day, with an expression on his face: "Brother, you are so cruel."

"Oh, that divinity is very interesting, but there are very few that can be related to it so far." Doyle said seriously.

"Brother, have you missed the point? Is that a question of divinity? That was a gathering place for geniuses! Hundreds of geniuses heard Tier's sheep cry baa~~baa~~baa~~

, which lasted for more than ten seconds!"

Frank stretched out his neck and imitated it vividly, as if he was the poor goat being watched by everyone, and he was so embarrassed that he was thrown into his grandma's house.

"Is the goat's cry unpleasant?" Doyle asked with a frown.

"Brother...forget it." Frank slapped his forehead in pain, lifted Doyle up from the chair, then pulled him and ran out of the house.

"Brother, you can't study those things every day anymore. You've almost become stupid from studying."

After being dragged away by Frank, Doyle's "CPU", which had taken up 99% of the memory for "scientific research", finally began to operate in real life. As time passed, Doyle's eyes began to become more and more lively.

People no longer looked dull. Looking at the crowds of people in the distance, Doyle said with emotion:

"It's already the third Shenlu Exchange Meeting. Time flies so fast."

As the two people rushed into a building similar to an arena, bursts of shouts continued to sound like a roaring mountain and a tsunami. After passing through the dark corridor and turning two corners, the two came to the communication area of ​​the arena.

, it is located on the first floor of the arena, and there are eight floors above it with auditoriums. Those enthusiastic cheers rang out from the auditoriums.

At a rough glance, hundreds of thousands of people came to watch the exchange meeting! Nearly ten times more than the second one!

Soon the people at the communication table saw Doyle and Frank, the two brothers of the Night Family, and began to greet them. Doyle also nodded politely to them, until he felt a few cold eyes, but Doyle

He didn't care, and didn't even look at the other party. He didn't want to cause unnecessary conflicts because it would waste his scientific research time.

At this moment, the exchange between the two parties in the center of the arena was coming to an end, and the host's voice sounded:

"The winner of this exchange is Hercules who uses magical flames! If it were not for the protection of the power of faith in the arena, poor Chester would have been burned to death by him!"

"Next, let us welcome the next pair of powerful people who come to communicate. They are Torrance and Alves who come from a simple family respectively!"

Putting his eyes on the announcer's platform high in the arena, Doyle asked curiously:

"Who is this host? Since when did such a strange guy appear?"

"The second-generation members of the Order family, they like to be in the limelight and join in the fun." Frank looked a little unconvinced when he spoke, because they are also the four major Meng families, and Order has the potential to become the first family in heaven, because of their

[Ability] is indeed too strong.

Without continuing to talk about this topic, Doyle looked towards the center of the arena. At this time, the two sides had already begun to take action.

The powerful Torrance and his body shine with thunder, but on the contrary, there is nothing special about him opposite Alves.

With a trace of disdain on his face, Torrance and Thunder gathered together. Just when he was about to kill Alves with one blow, his expression suddenly became a little confused, and then he dispersed the thunder on his body.

When he continued to lose consciousness, the referee stopped the game in time, because as a powerful angel, the referee discovered that the power of faith in the arena could not stop Alves' ability!

In other words, Torrance and the forgotten memory can never go back, although he only forgot what happened just a few minutes ago.

In an instant, Alves became a monster in the arena, and countless strong men set their sights on this boy who looked to be only 15 or 6 years old.

"Brother, what kind of divinity does he use? Have you understood it?" Frank asked.

"No, it should be the divinity related to memory. Memory involves the secret of the soul. I haven't heard of anyone understanding the related divinity." Doyle said excitedly, as if he had discovered a treasure, or something.

It was a research topic that made his blood burn. At this moment, he wanted to cut Alves... ah, it was Alves' divinity into shreds and study it slowly.

"The winner of this exchange is the mysterious ability Alves! God, he seems to make Torrance, known as the Thunder Tyrant, forget everything! What a terrifying ability!"

The host's words answered the doubts of most of the gods and people in the audience. After understanding the reason, there was an exclamation immediately. The gods and people felt that the new era of the gods where a hundred flowers bloomed was coming!

"We need to send someone to protect him. The paradise now is no longer the paradise it used to be." Doyle suddenly said to Frank with a solemn expression.

"I understand, I'm going to tell my dad right now." After Frank said that, he turned around and ran towards the third floor of the auditorium, where there was a small group of mysterious audience members wearing black cloaks, who were the famous Night Family.

Within a moment, Frank ran back in a hurry and said with an ugly face:

"My dad told me to mind my own business."

"That means uncle has already made arrangements." Doyle smiled.

"Why can't you talk to me properly? He always has a bad face."

Just when Doyle was about to say something, he suddenly heard a roar coming from the arena.

"Doyle, come down here. I, Tyr, want you to look good today!"

Tsk, tsk, tsk, this sound that is filled with hatred.

Doyle looked up at Tyr in the arena, stood up and said loudly:

"I'm sorry for what turned you into a goat last time."

Doyle has a very good attitude, and can even be said to be a model in the apology industry. He has a correct attitude, sincerity and sincerity, but Tyr is even more angry because all the gods and people who do not know the truth gradually understand what happened to Tyr through mutual exchanges.

In order to show their superiority, some of the people of the gods who had seen that battle recounted the battle in a more exaggerated way.

In this way, they traveled further and further through Xuanhu, and in the end, Tire was turned into a goat. Not only did he bleat and look for grass to eat, but he also pooped hundreds of goat feces...

Just when Tire was furious, another person came out. He pointed at Doyle angrily and said:

"Doyle, you've gone too far!"

With a frown, Doyle turned to his brother Frank and asked:

"Who is this?"

"The guy you buried directly in the soil last time." Frank said with a headache. His brother seemed to be a little absent-minded about other things except for being interested in the divine path.

"I understand." Doyle nodded. He stood up again, with a sincere apology on his face and said to the new man:

"Who is that? I'm sorry, I shouldn't have buried you in the ground! I hope you and Tyr can forgive me."

"Pfft~"

The entire audience couldn't hold it in anymore and burst into bursts of laughter.

However, not only did Doyle not receive forgiveness from the other party, on the contrary, more and more people jumped off the arena.

"Doyle, I've tolerated you for a long time!"

"That's too much. I'm going to teach you a lesson this time!"

"I want you to feel the power of the plague! Doyle!"

"Don't fight with me, I, Tyr, have already found a way to defeat him!"

...

With his eyelids twitching, Doyle looked at the dozen guys in the audience who were completely shocked. He turned to look at Frank. This time, without him having to speak, Frank said in a familiar voice:

"The one you turned into a toad."

"That one's balls were burned off by you."

"You kicked that one in the ass."

"That one was the worst. You controlled him and used him as a shield. He screamed from beginning to end."

.....

Putting his fingers on the last woman, Frank took a deep breath and said:

"At first you didn't bother to fight her, but she kept cursing you for your bad luck. When you got angry, you whipped her twice on the butt in front of everyone."

With his mouth slightly open, Doyle was shocked, because 80% of his brain was still used to figure out the difficult problem of the divine path. He was too lazy to recall the past and asked Frank in surprise:

"Really? How do you remember it so clearly?"

"Because when I quarrel with them, I will tell them these things several times."

"Do you often quarrel?"

"No, we only quarrel twice a year."

"That is not bad."

“It’s noisy for half a year at a time.”

"..." Doyle.

Looking at his younger brother who was so deceitful, Doyle finally understood why those guys below were staring at him so hard. Frank was not adding salt to their wounds, he was setting fire to their wounds. Chili and cumin.

Don’t cook barbecue!

That's all, it's up to the older brother to settle the trouble caused by the younger brother.

Taking a deep breath, Doyle stood up. With a look full of regret, he said to the people below with the most sincere apology in his life:

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have turned you into a toad, and I shouldn't have burned your balls... I shouldn't have spanked you, and I spanked you twice. The second time I couldn't hold it back, I'm sorry.
To be continued...