Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

Chen Xiaoxu sighed helplessly and turned and said to Ye Xiaomu: "I can't fight, I will go first."

After saying that he walked to the edge of the wall, he jumped over.

Yuan Xi also chased him up, followed him to disappear behind the wall. Both of them are gone.

Yuan Chen chased the past and called her name, and Yuan Xi did not stop at all.

Everyone looked at each other and they all did a good job of watching a rare and exciting fight. The result... it ended like this, still in such a farce.

"Oh, this guy who doesn't adjust, come here and run away!" Su Yan couldn't help but vomit.

"It is also a kind of happiness to have a girl to chase." Wannian single dog Wang Xiaobao expressed his feelings.

Yuan Chen stood on the edge of the wall and looked at the direction of Yuan Xi's disappearance. He sighed and sighed. His look gradually returned to normal. He slowly walked back to the middle of the square. His eyes swept over the faces of the people and finally fell on Ye Xiaomu's face. on.

"Your helper is gone, do you want to fight?"

Ye Xiaomu has not yet opened, and a sound suddenly sounded in the direction of the temple door: "He is not your opponent, don't bully him, you can come and fight."

Everyone followed the sound and saw a man with a mask coming in from the temple door, wearing a black jacket, blue jeans and white sneakers, very ordinary dress, a mask on the mouth with a little pig odd.

Who is this?

Everyone is whispering, but no one knows the details.

From the time he came out, Yuan Chen knew who he was, but he did not show any accidents. His hands were on his back and he said to him, "I don't play with the pig, and you have to show it." Really."

"Well, this is a temporary purchase, only this... In fact, I am Peggy's younger brother George."

Ye Shaoyang took off his mask.

"Who is he?"

The people in the room still questioned each other, but no one had seen him.

"he!"

Wu Hai suddenly stood up, widened his eyes and looked at it, taking a deep breath and shaking his arms.

"Master, who is he?"

Li Yuxuan asked curiously. Wu Hai did not seem to hear his question, his eyes fixed on the young man who suddenly appeared.

"I am relieved when he comes out." Su smoked a sigh of relief and said to Wang Xiaobao.

Ye Xiaomu also stared at his "Wu seniors" to see, this is his first time to see his appearance close up, how... ah? Is there a feeling of deja vu?

"What did you say before, who is the strongest person who is the official?"

"Only for the second generation of disciples." Yuan Chen said, "Only the age of the second generation of disciples is right, sorry that you have no share."

Ye Shaoyang said: "I am also very young. I feel that I am younger than you."

Yuan Chen mouth twitching.

Ye Shaoyang said: "Well, don't talk nonsense, let's talk first, do you want me to make seven moves as you said before?"

"This brother is a big tone, why don't I come to teach?"

A young man left the audience and walked onto the square. It was the autumn wind. The No. 2 character of the World Congress was stronger than Ye Chen. He was also one of the few people who were not able to beat Ye Xiaomu.

The autumn wind did not mean to solve the problem for Yuanchen. It was just watching the fights in the audience under the stage. It was really itchy, and the stranger’s speech was too strong, and I couldn’t help it.

"Who are you?" Ye Shaoyang glanced at him and asked casually.

Qiu Feng smiled and said: "You are afraid that you are the first Master who does not know me."

“What are the benefits of knowing you?”

"Ha ha ha!"

The autumn wind slammed the sleeves of his right hand onto the elbows and said, "Get out, just hope that you can stay longer."

"Ok."

Ye Shaoyang stretched out, and the figure suddenly moved. In the next second, he came to the front of the autumn wind and shot it with his hand.

The autumn wind was shocked, and the hand was blocked by hurriedly, and the two palms met. It felt like... It was like a mountain pressing down on it, rushing to condense more mana confrontation, but found that as he strengthened his resistance, the power of the method was also Strengthen, strengthen one point, the other side will strengthen one point, always stronger than yourself, but the opponent's hand seems to be sticky, and want to earn and can not earn.

This forced him to release more instinct to resist the offensive, or he would be flattened.

So after a while, he concentrated all the infuriating body on the hand, but the opponent was like a perpetual motion machine, and he continued to strengthen the pressure.

"How, can you stand up?" Ye Shaoyang's expression was natural, and he smiled at him.

The autumn wind has a red face, and the body trembles because of the difficulty, but it is still struggling. His heart has already shaken to the extreme. Even if it is Yuanchen, there is no such strong instinct to crush himself. This way, and seeing his face does not change color, it seems that there is no effort at all?

"I know what you are thinking. To tell you the truth, I probably only have one layer of mana... If you can make me hard, then I have really practiced these years."

Ye Shaoyang gently pushed, the autumn wind flew directly out, sitting on the ground can not get up, like a dementia, eyes wide open and looking at Ye Shaoyang.

Ye Shaoyang has stopped paying attention to him. He turned and said to Yuan Chen: "Come on, I still have something to do after playing."

Yuanchen shook his head helplessly and said: "Yezhang teaches, bullying us, are these younger generations interesting?"

After talking about the audience, the audience who had been shocked for a long time said: "You still don't know, let me introduce you, this is the famous Ye Shaoyang."

Ye Shaoyang? ? ?

For a time, the whole scene was quiet.

The name Ye Shaoyang, who has not heard of it. The first person in the world of spells.

Although many second-generation disciples feel that he is a fictional name, at least he will not be as powerful as the legend, but as a legendary figure, his popularity is almost the first in the world - if the road is not among humans.

"You are... Ye Shaoyang?" Ye Xiaomu first woke up, he said.

Ye Shaoyang smiled at him. "I don't want to pretend to be the name of the white eyebrow. After all, he is not handsome."

The autumn wind is still sitting on the ground, but his face looks good, and it is really defeated by Ye Shaoyang. It seems that... there is nothing shameful.

"What about Ye Shaoyang, the legend may not be true!"

I don't know who is shouting such a scorpion in the audience.

Ye Shaoyang turned to Yuan Chen Road: "Well, it’s been a long time, you can’t fight, don’t hit you, let’s go.”

"I am leaving?"

"You lost, and your face is the master of this magical world. What are you doing here? Is this nine days of Yinyang Palace made by you?" Ye Shaoyang shook his head and smiled. "You said that I bullied the younger generation...just because I don't want to bully the younger generations, so I haven't shown up yet. Now that you are getting more and more embarrassed, I have to."