From Douluo Marrying the Snow Queen

early morning!

The morning sun is bright, and the golden sun shines all over the earth.

Three teenagers with different appearances and different temperaments walked in the morning sun.

Each of the three is full of energy, with piercing eyes.

The golden sunshine covered them with a layer of golden battle robes, making them look more brave, majestic, and full of vigor.

Wang Long's blond hair was brilliant, burning like a golden torch, a little dazzling.

Although he is only fourteen or fifteen years old, he is tall and straight, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, walking like a dragon and walking like a tiger, with a power and power, and an extraordinary destiny.

Under his leadership, the other two teenagers followed closely like right-hand men.

"If I were you guys, I'd stop here and go back and forth from where."

Ye Han grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, under the direct sunlight, they were a bit grimly white.

When he was speaking, although he was smiling, it made people feel no warmth at all, and there was a sense of chill and murder permeating the whole field.

The three of them stopped walking, Wang Long glanced over, and a bright light flashed in his eyes.

Then he said to the dark-skinned, ordinary-faced, black-haired and black-eyed boy beside him, "Little San, look at this woman. Not only is her skin fair and firm, but she has such a plump and attractive figure at such a young age. The most important thing is her temperament. There is a touch of charm in the dignified, from my point of view, this is definitely a stunner."

"Hehe, that's right. Boss Wang has good eyesight. This woman is really good, barely worthy of your status as Boss." Xiaosan didn't say anything, but Chen Haifeng beside Wang Long was flattering, licking his face like a dog's leg.

"Chen Haifeng, are you mentally strong? Come, let me try."

Hearing this, Ye Han instantly retracted his gaze from looking in another direction.

The indifferent tone remained unchanged, and there was even a signature smile on his face, but for some reason, Wang Long and Chen Haifeng felt their scalps go numb, and they suddenly felt terrified.

brush!

As soon as Ye Han finished speaking, two invisible short spears, short and long like chopsticks, condensed in front of him.

Then, with a stabbing sound, the two short spears tore through the space and directly charged towards Chen Haifeng and Wang Long.

"No, Boss Wang, save me."

Chen Haifeng yelled suddenly, his delicate face suddenly turned pale and bloodless.

As a mind control soul sect, Chen Haifeng is very talented and extremely sensitive to spiritual power, so he instantly discovered the extraordinaryness of the short spear.

He couldn't stop this blow.

However, Wang Long was too busy to take care of himself, so he had no time to help him.

At the moment when the short spear of spiritual power pierced Chen Haifeng's mind, a trace of despair flashed in the boy's eyes.

He regrets it.

Regret why you followed me?

I regret being cheap.

Regret even more why you want that woman's soul ring?

If he hadn't discovered that the soul beast that the woman was hunting was suitable for him, there wouldn't have been two soul saints coming...

At this moment, Chen Haifeng suddenly felt a little ridiculous.

The two soul sages were scared away by others, and he ran up with a soul emperor in a foolish way, and even molested the woman next to him in public. Isn't this the old birthday star who hanged himself and wanted to die?

He was made to cry by himself, and he paid the price for his decision.

Stab it!

Like a brocade being torn, a clear voice echoed in Chen Haifeng's mind...

In an instant, Chen Haifeng's delicate cheeks were distorted, his seven orifices were bleeding, his body seemed to have been pulled out of all bones, and he fell limply on the ground, twitching slightly like a convulsion.

Ye Han glanced at the boy indifferently, then ignored him.

Chen Haifeng didn't die, but it was worse than death. His spiritual consciousness was crushed by the short spear. If he didn't have a heaven-defying chance, he would have to be a fool for the rest of his life.

"The strength is not bad!"

Ye Han looked pale,

Wang Long, who took a big breath, praised him, with a smile that made people feel like a spring breeze on his face, but his eyes showed murderous intent.

As soon as the mental power moved, dozens of short spears condensed out instantly.

"Don't, don't kill me, please let me go." Wang Long's body trembled, and he knelt down directly.

"Let you go."

Ye Han laughed dumbfounded, and said, "Okay, then give me a reason to let you go."

"The reason, the reason is..."

Wang Long spoke in a flustered voice.

However, the cheek facing the ground is ancient well without waves, as cold as ten thousand years of black ice.

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and murderous intent loomed in his eyes.

In terms of mental strength, he was indeed inferior to Ye Han, but he was confident in his close combat ability.

He believed that as long as he was given a chance to get close, he could beat Ye Han out.

And Ye Han did indeed give him a chance, while talking to Wang Long, he couldn't help looking in another direction again.

There, a tall and burly man, dressed in tattered coarse linen clothes, looked like a beggar, but his aura was as deep as a mountain, unfathomable, like an unshakable ancient magic mountain.

On his body, nine spirit rings danced up and down, and the red spirit ring on the top was particularly eye-catching.

But Ye Han didn't pay attention to these.

After he saw the man's bitter face, the only thought in his mind was that this man's wife died.

On that sloppy face, there was a look of bitterness, as if three big characters "My wife is dead" were clearly written, it was really too bitter.

Finding Ye Han distracted, naturally Wang Long would not miss such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

A flash of ferocity flashed in his eyes, his hands became claws, and he grabbed the ground, and his kneeling feet suddenly exerted force, like a tiger that had been preparing for a long time, its limbs exerted force, and it jumped up.

Purple, purple, black, black, six soul rings appeared instantly.

And appearing together with the soul ring, there is a loud dragon chant and the ubiquitous dragon power.

As a sea soul beast, Xiaobai was a super ferocious beast with a cultivation base of more than 100,000 years, but after feeling this dragon power, his body also weakened, and his powerful combat power dropped by 30%.

Ye Han frowned slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable, but that was all.

He has practiced Taixuan Jing for 50,000 years, and his body has transformed no less than ten times, among which he has changed blood countless times. In terms of the nobleness and purity of his blood, he is no worse than any creature in Douluo Continent.

To him, the suppression of mere bloodlines was just a breeze blowing on his face, and it was nothing to worry about at all.

Compared with Long Wei, Ye Han is more interested in the dragon transformation state of Wang Long.

With the possession of the martial soul, Wang Long's body was covered by a layer of golden scales, his limbs were thick, and his height reached ten meters, and this was not counting the tail.

His tail was at least fifteen meters long, thick and powerful.

Ye Han was silent, and wanted to laugh a little.

With Wang Long's current appearance, a character instantly appeared in Ye Han's mind.

To be precise, it seems to be a character in a game that the summoner will affectionately call it... crocodile.

The current appearance of Wang Long is very similar to that crocodile. Except for the dragon head and the dazzling scales on his body, he is exactly the same as that crocodile.

Boom! ~

The crocodile, uh, no, it was Wang Long, who had transformed into a dragon, descended from the sky, clenched his fists with both hands, and slammed into Ye Han's position hard.

"Don't you want a reason?"

Wang Long's fangs were exposed, and his voice was like gold and iron clashing. He said ruthlessly, "I killed you, is that enough reason? I am the Golden Dragon King, and I am invincible in close combat."

"Oh, is it so?"

Ye Han's voice sounded.

Wang Long couldn't see the slightest expression on his transformed face, but a sluggish look appeared in those golden pupils, and then he moved his hands away in a daze, and looked at the ground in front of him.

There was nothing there, no corpse, no blood, and no broken bones.

"How is this possible?" Panic appeared in Wang Long's eyes.

He never expected that Ye Han would be able to escape, and most importantly, he did not discover how the enemy escaped.

"Stubborn, if that's the case, then die!"

Ye Han's voice suddenly became cold, no longer cynical.

The ten short spears condensed, tearing apart the space in an instant, almost ignoring the distance, and appeared directly in front of Wang Long.

"Ang! Silver Dragon King, save me."

Wang Long panicked!

PS: Hahaha, some people are very good, they guessed it right away!

Can you send counting tickets, brothers!