Fantasy: The Strongest Martial Soul System

Chapter 220

Age is the greatest sorrow of this guard in front of him, and it is also the greatest reliance of this guard. He does not believe that he will not be able to deal with Qiao Ye, a mere brat!

The fist the size of a sandbag raised and punched Qiao Ye down.

For this punch, the guard only used five percent of his strength, because his son wanted a living Qiao Ye, not a dead Qiao Ye.

Then……

The moment the fist fell, it was blocked.

The guard's eyes widened for a moment, and it was only a finger that met his fist!

Qiao Ye stretched out his hand, then pointed forward a little, blocking his fist.

"That's it?" Qiao Ye looked at the guard and said, "With a little more effort, I can still do it!"

"asshole!"

The guard roared angrily, raised his left arm, and punched Qiao Ye hard.

boom!

Qiao Ye spread the remaining four fingers, raised his palm and pushed, and then squeezed the fist in his hand, and then Qiao Ye's fingers slowly tightened.

The guard's arm trembled suddenly, and it was painful, severe pain, as if his metacarpal bone was about to be crushed.

At the same time, there are still incomparable surprises and fears. I have stayed in the Wukuang Realm for nearly ten years, and I may have no hope of becoming a master and breaking through to the Wuzong Realm. However, after nearly ten years of immersion, the foundation of the Wukuang Realm is extremely solid. Can't beat a brat?

It is absolutely impossible for Qiao Ye to enter the Martial Madness Realm for more than a year!

"This is impossible..."

The guard let out a low growl, and a blue light suddenly burst out from his body.

A rare eighth-rank martial spirit, a barbarian with a giant hammer!

But at this moment...

There were traces of black smoke seeping out of Qiao Ye's body, and at the moment when the black smoke seeping out, the guard felt like falling into an ice cave, his hands and feet were cold, and the cyan radiance emanating from his body was abruptly began to dissipate.

Martial spirit, useless!

The guard's body began to tremble slightly, which is really...

horrible!

Rare world-level martial souls are indeed very mediocre, but even if the emperor-level martial souls are one rank lower than the rare world-level ones, it won't make him unable to use them.

Could it be that Qiao Ye's martial spirit is Earth-level? Even, is it the chosen level?

"Waste of time!" Qiao Ye said with a long sigh, "Go away!"

Qiao Ye suddenly raised his foot, like a whip, and slammed the guard's chest fiercely. The next moment, the guard flew towards the rear, directly hit a rockery not far away, and knocked the guard down. The rockery was smashed to pieces.

"You defeated a martial artist of the eighth level of martial madness, absorbed the power of the martial soul, and obtained the martial soul value: 8000 points."

Time can indeed boost strength, and talent is not absolute, but it doesn't mean that it can be done in vain. A martial artist of the eighth rank of the Martial Crazy Realm can absorb less Martial Soul Points than the Fighting King. There are many opponents at the seventh level of the Wukuang Realm. Obviously, the guard's perception of himself has been biased. Time has not made his foundation in the Wukuang Realm more stable. He is just wasting his time.

Crack, crack, crack...

At this time, applause sounded, and Qiao Ye looked sideways, but it was the young man who came out of the gazebo.

"Not bad." The other party said with a smile: "It is worthy of being able to win the battle of the King of Fighters by means of massacre."

Qiao Ye looked at the other party and said, "Speak up if you have something to say."

"I'm Xian Yuran!" Xian Yuran looked at Qiao Ye and said, "You should have heard my name, or rather, there's no reason why you haven't heard my name!"

Qiao Ye frowned slightly. She seemed to have an impression of the name, as if she had heard it or seen it somewhere.

After a while, Qiao Ye raised his head and said, "Phoenix chick ranks tenth, is it rare?"

"That's right!" Xian Yuran said, "You can fight with me, whether it's the arena in the four cities of Jianmen, or in the Tianwu Pavilion."

Qiao Ye said: "Yes!"

Xian Yuran, the strength of the eighth level of the Martial Madness Realm, the most important thing is the tenth place in the Fengchu list, which is higher than Qiao Ye, which is exactly what Qiao Ye meant. Once again, use this method to become the first.

"I haven't finished yet." Xian Yuran pointed at Qiao Ye and said, "You're going to lose!"

"Huh?" Qiao Ye raised her eyebrows and said, "That depends on whether you have the ability."

Xian Yuran said: "It has nothing to do with my ability, but if I want you to lose, you have to lose to me, understand?"

Qiao Ye was puzzled, but soon realized that this guy wanted to let go of himself, or it was a fake fight!

Qiao Ye showed contempt on his face, looked at Xian Yuran and said, "You used this method to climb to the tenth place on the Phoenix Chu list?"

Xian Yuran said: "It seems that you don't know who I am, so let me tell you that my father is one of the twelve kingdoms in Wuyu, the king of Loulan Kingdom, I am the sixth son of the emperor of Loulan Kingdom, and my mother is She is the head of the Ningxue Dojo in the north, the daughter of Zhao Xuexing, the cold king of winter. He entered the four major academies, but he was taught by Shenmen Dojo, the ninth dojo in the world, and he is one of the direct disciples of Liang Jue, the master of Shenmen Dojo!"

While talking, Xian Yuran kept raising his head, with an extremely proud and haughty look on his face.

His background is simply perfect. With such a background, it is rare to grow up. As long as it is what he wants, no one can refuse. Now, he wants to make his reputation even bigger. The ranking is higher, and Qiao Ye, who just won a beautiful battle yesterday, is undoubtedly an excellent stepping stone. By defeating Qiao Ye, one can get a very impressive record.

But, at this moment...

Qiao Ye looked at Xian Yuran and said, "So what?"

"So what?" Xian Yuran was obviously stunned for a short time, and then he laughed and said, "Don't you understand what will happen if you offend me? On the contrary, listen to me obediently, the benefits will be indispensable to you, even, I can still be merciful and let you be my lackey, it happens that my guard is a bit useless, how about letting you replace him?"

"Huh!" Qiao Ye let out a foul breath, and said impatiently: "If you want to play the game of playing house, go back to your Loulan country to play. Naturally, someone will pamper you and obey you. Anyone can win, but this trick won't work with me, I don't have time to play with you."

Qiao Ye turned around and left, and even planned to remove this guy from his challenge list. What a joke, a guy who climbed to the tenth place on the Fengchu list by relying on other people's records, Qiao Ye would not be able to fight against this guy. What a waste of time!

However, Qiao Ye's disdainful attitude made Xian Yuran's expression darken. When was he ever so despised, neglected, or ignored?

"Stop!"

As Xian Yuran spoke, she stretched out her palm and pressed Qiao Ye's shoulder.

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