Godly Stay-Home Dad

In the moment Zhang Han shot.

Everyone is stunned.

Including Ye Longyuan himself, he did not expect that in this world, there are people who dare to ignore themselves, no!

Despise!

This is already contempt!

Naked contempt!

Are you a person who has just debuted in a district?

Ye Longyuan is at this moment.

Angry.

His gaze was cold, and in the face of the hand of the mantle, he did not return his head, and his left hand patted the side.

Suddenly a light flash of light flashed and collided with the hand of the mantle.

But the hand of the mantle is so simple.

It is a raid attack formed by spiritual and spiritual knowledge at a certain critical point. In some places with suffocation, the power can be turned ten times, which is a suitable move for Zhang Han.

Ye Longyuan's pale ray of light swept through, but found that the hand of the mantle was still sweeping through the bamboo.

At this moment, Ye Longyuan did not hesitate, his body shape retreatd five meters, and his eyes flashed brightly. A blue lotus flower was born from his palm, and he met with the hand of the mantle.

The two attacks sent a muffled sound and gradually dissipated.

Ye Longyuan’s look was completely cold, staring at Zhang Han, seeing the other side’s face dull, his brow wrinkled, considering whether it was a direct action or something to say!

It was at this time.

"Interesting, fun!"

Shi Feng waited first, then slammed his hand, and his face was full of laughter: Ye Longyuan, you have today, hahaha...

"This is really fun!" Mu Xuejiao, who stood on the tip of the tree in the distance, smiled and moved. The lake floated to the back of Ye Longyuan, dozens of meters away, and he looked like a melon.

"This... is too raw?"

Lei Tiannan's eyelids could not stop shaking.

It feels incredible, but it seems to be reasonable.

Zhang Han has always been like this style.

Everyone who is an enemy will never talk nonsense, and he will always be decisive.

"My God, this is going to fight..." The cold guards didn't feel like they were going to say something.

Mo Chengfeng’s fingers trembled slightly, his eyes slightly whispered, muttering:

"Quiet, do you think they will be stronger?"

The unparalleled expression of the season is still calm, and the tone is not so slight, it seems to explain a fact:

"It looks similar, but... they don't seem to be able to fight."

"Can't fight?"

Mo Chengfeng squatted, his eyes suddenly looked at the front side not far away, and the mist was condensing the door of the remains.

He only leaked a trace of sorrow, and the remains were about to open. They naturally couldn’t fight.

As for those on the shore who watch the lively warriors.

It can be more lively at this time.

Even for the scene just now, some people are feeling that it is not an illusion.

But listening to the voices of everyone around them, they knew that it was really going to fight.

"I don't want to be a slut, and I am really arrogant. I don't want to talk directly, it's better than Ye Longyuan."

"With Ye Longyuan's temper, I am afraid that it will be blown up now. Looking at his expression, there are some embarrassing people. It is estimated that this war is inevitable."

"I don't know who will be better than the devil and the monk."

"..."

At this moment, all the sights are gathered in Zhang Han and Ye Longyuan.

"You...very good!"

The spiritual power in Ye Longyuan’s body is running wildly in the long whip of his right hand.

After the words fell, he slammed the long whip.

Suddenly a mysterious and mysterious breath rose up.

On his whip, it seems like a tornado is floating.

The strange thing is that the color of the tornado is sometimes blue, sometimes purple, and sometimes colorless, constantly changing, but everyone feels on it, from a tear of a soul!

At the back of the Tianfu door, the pupil of the door is shrunk:

"The soul of the soul!"

"The soul of the soul?" A middle-aged man ten meters away from the side of his face: "Isn't that one of the three secrets of the soul?"

"hiss!"

"I didn't expect that Ye Longyuan actually learned the secrets of the masters in the realm of the master! Although Zhang Hanyang is powerful, but in the face of these soul-killing secrets, it is still difficult to defend." Another old man shook his head and sighed.

This made everyone's eyes within a few tens of meters.

Even the stone front and Mu Xue expressions that have not changed far have changed.

"The soul-stricken winds are all played out. It seems that Ye Longyuan is really killing the heart." Mu Xuejiao said with a smile.

Under the deity, for the Soul, the difficulty of defense is very high. Except for some treasures, it is the group of people who are proficient in the mind. Others will feel tricky in the face of the soul.

Oh la la!

suddenly.

Ye Longyuan raised his hand with a long whip and whip his body. Suddenly, the layer of tornado turned into invisible and came to Zhang Han.

"The soul of the soul, I am one of the secret techniques of the soul sect. I have practiced this technique for ten years before I realized the fur. I used it for the first time. I will suppress it with you, and let you know, the world, and the small. The gap in the world!"

Ye Longyuan spit out a cold sentence.

The expression and eyes are even more deserted. He wants to see Zhang Han’s flustered expression.

But found that the other party's expression is still not shocked.

Ok?

Just when Ye Longyuan had a bit of doubt.

Zhang Han gave him a faint look:

"Maybe it's awesome, this technique can still have some power, but you..."

Zhang Han did not go on, looking at the front side of the void, spit out a word in his mouth:

"shock!"

His eyes are shining and his right hand is smashing.

A trick is to print out.

A luminous and complicated pattern is formed in the front side air.

Hey!

It seems as if the air in the vicinity is shaking.

Then, everyone's eyes widened three points.

because......

The soul-seeking wind that Ye Longyuan played has quietly dissipated!

dissipate?

How can this be?

Ye Longyuan has a double eye.

Looking at Zhang Han’s eyes, there is a strange look.

"How did you break it?"

As one of the secret laws of the soul sect, the combat power is definitely beyond doubt.

Although he is barely able to display the secret power of the secret method, it is not so easy to solve the problem of the master, not to mention such an easy break.

If the opposite is a god, it can be understood, but he is not a god.

Even Ye Longyuan feels that he should be higher than him, because he can only break through to the gods in his own right, and even suppress the cultivation, only to return to the Zongmen Holy Land to break through.

Ye Longyuan was a bit suspicious because of various factors.

"This is really fun." Mu Xue, not far from the back, has a dampness in the depths.

"Interesting." Shi Feng waited for his eyes to condense, and his mouth leaked a strange smile.

It seems that he is very willing to see Ye Longyuan hit the wall.

But I know in my heart that even if Zhang Hanyang broke Ye Longyuan’s move, he might not be able to beat him.

At this time, everyone on the shore was even more sensational.

"It’s Zhang Zongshi, really strong, and it’s so strong in the face of the demon king Ye Longyuan! It’s just a model for my generation!” Madi’s eyes are widened, and his eyes are envious.

"Zhang Zongshi is really not weaker than the arrogance of the small world! I feel that they really want to fight up today." Lu Shidi's face dignified, seems to be a little nervous about the next fight.

Others are even more stunned. The scene just made them quite shocking.

At this time, the attention of Zhang Han, the expression is still dull.

In the face of Ye Longyuan, he replied gently; "Your secret is too weak."

"what did you say?"

Ye Longyuan's eyes are violently wide, and the eyes are fierce.

"You want to die?"

Ye Longyuan moved and rushed to Zhang Han while waving his long whip.

hiss!

Seeing that I want to fight, the atmosphere on the field is tight.

Hey!

Ye Longyuan arrived ten meters before Zhang Han’s body and raised his long whip.

Zhang Han waved against the enemy.

A time field uploaded a number of dull sounds.