Fantasy: The Strongest Martial Soul System

Chapter 220 Xian Yuran

Age is the greatest sorrow of the guard in front of him, and it is also the guard's greatest support. He doesn't believe that he can't deal with a mere kid in Qiao Ye!

The big fist of the sandbag was raised, and it hit Qiao Ye with a punch.

This punch, the guard only used five points of strength, because the son of his family wanted the living Qiao Ye, not the 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 and blocked his fist.

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

"asshole!"

The guard roared, raised his left arm, and hit Qiao Ye with a ruthless punch.

boom!

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

The guard's arm suddenly trembled, pain, severe pain, as if his metacarpal bones were about to be crushed.

At the same time, there are still incomparable surprises and fears. After staying in the Martial Mad Realm for nearly ten years, I may have no hope of becoming a grandmaster and breaking through to the Martial Sect Realm. Can't beat a kid?

It is absolutely impossible for Qiao Ye to enter the martial arts realm for more than a year!

"It's impossible..."

The guard let out a low roar, and a blue light suddenly erupted from his body.

Rare world-level eighth-grade martial spirit, giant hammer barbarian!

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 seeped out, the guard felt like he was falling into an ice cave, his hands and feet were cold, and the cyan brilliance emanating from his body was unexpectedly hard. starts to dissipate.

Wuhun, can't use it!

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

so horrible!

Rare world-level martial spirits are indeed very general, but even if a royal-level martial spirit is one rank above the rare world-level, it will not make him unable to use it.

Could it be that Qiao Ye's Martial Spirit is Earth Ming-level? Even, is it a day-selected grade?

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

Qiao Ye suddenly raised his foot, like a whip, and hit the guard's chest fiercely. The next moment, the guard flew out towards the rear, hitting a rockery not far away, knocking the The rockery was smashed by the impact.

"You defeated a martial artist of the eighth rank of Martial Madness, absorbed the power of Martial Soul, and obtained Martial Soul Value: 8000 points."

Time can indeed enhance strength, and talent is not absolute, but it does not mean that the same is true for wasting time. A martial artist of the eighth rank of Martial Madness, the Martial Spirit value that he has absorbed is not even in the battle of King Dou. There are many opponents of the seventh-order Martial Mad Realm. Obviously, this guard clearly has a deviation in his cognition. Time has not made his foundation in the Martial Mad Realm more stable, he is just wasting time.

clap, clap, clap...

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

"Not bad." The other party said with a smile: "As expected to be able to use massacre to win the Battle of Kings Fighter."

Qiao Ye looked at the other party and said, "If you have something to say, say it."

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

Qiao Ye frowned slightly, he seemed to have a real impression of this name, and seemed to have heard or seen it somewhere.

After a while, Qiao Ye raised his head and said, "The tenth place on the list of phoenix chicks, Xian Yuran?"

"Not bad!" Xian Yuran said: "You can fight with me, whether it is the four-city arena in the south, south, north, and west of the Jianmen territory, or in the Tianwu Pavilion."

Qiao Ye said: "Yes!"

Xian Yuran, the strength of the eighth rank of Wu Kuangjing, the most important thing is the tenth place on the Fengchu list, ranking higher than Qiao Ye, that is exactly what Qiao Ye means, he originally wanted to beat everyone in front of him. Again, use this method to become the first.

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

"Huh?" Qiao Ye raised his eyebrows and said, "It depends on whether you have this ability."

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

Qiao Ye was puzzled, but soon realized that this guy actually wanted to release water by himself, or to fight fakes!

With a look of contempt on Qiao Ye's face, he looked at Xian Yuran and said, "Is this how you climbed to the tenth place on the Phoenix Young List?"

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

As Xian Yuran spoke, he kept raising his head, showing a very proud and arrogant expression.

His background is simply perfect. With such a background, Xian Yuran has grown up since childhood. As long as he wants, no one can refuse, and now, he wants to make himself more famous, and he is on the phoenix list. The top ranking is higher, and just won a beautiful battle yesterday, Qiao Ye, who is in the limelight, is undoubtedly an excellent stepping stone. If you defeat Qiao Ye, you can get a very glorious 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 laughed: "Don't you still understand, what will happen if you offend me? On the contrary, listen to me obediently, the benefits are indispensable to you, even, I can also show mercy and let you be my lackey, but it happens that my guard is really a bit of a waste, how about you replace him?"

"Huh!" Qiao Ye exhaled a suffocating breath and said impatiently: "If you want to play the game of the family, go back to your Loulan country to play, and someone will naturally pamper you and be obedient to you. Do you want to? Anyone can win, but this set won't work for me, and 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 Phoenix Young List by relying on others to release water, Qiao Ye will fight against this kind of guy. What a waste of time!

However, Qiao Ye's disdainful attitude made Xian Yuran's expression gloomy. When has he been so contemptuous, how has he been neglected, and how has he been ignored so much?

"You stop for me!"

Xian Yuran stretched out his palm and pressed it to Qiao Ye's shoulder.

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