Douluo: Violent Martial Soul, Automatic Upgrade and Evolution

"Senior Yang Wudi, I'm sorry, junior." Seeing Yang Wudi, Ye Feng bowed to salute, and behind him, Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing also bowed.

"You're welcome, Old Baihe and I are best brothers, just call me Grandpa Yang."

Yang Wudi waved his hand to stop Ye Feng from saluting.

Among the four single-attribute clans, the Li clan and the Yu clan have the best relationship, and the Min clan and the Po clan are closer.

This is also the reason why Ye Feng came to destroy the clan at the first stop.

Seeing what Yang Wudi said, Ye Feng also called out Grandpa Yang kindly.

Besides, according to Bai He's relationship, it's not wrong to call him Grandpa Yang.

"Hello, Grandpa Yang." Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing obediently followed Ye Feng's address.

"Okay, okay, let's go, let's go in and talk about it." Yang Wudi was mature, he knew what was going on just by looking at Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing.

There was a smile on his face.

Enthusiastically pulled Ye Feng into the Po Zhi Clan.

Although Ye Feng is not very old, he is tall and has a very mature temperament. He doesn't look like a fifteen or sixteen year old at all. At first glance, he looks more like a mature youth of seventeen or eighteen.

Yang Wudi treated him as a junior, but he didn't treat him as a child.

Bai He had already shown off Ye Feng's monstrous talent in front of him many times.

"Xiaofeng, how is your grandpa doing recently? That old guy, is he in good health?" After taking his seat, Yang Wudi began to ask about Baihe's recent situation.

Because of the distance, the four major single-attribute clans usually gather once every three years. Speaking of which, he hasn't seen Bai He for two years.

"Grandpa is in good health. Since he joined the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, he has less troubles. The disciples in the clan live a stable life and have sufficient cultivation resources. The progress is very good." Ye Feng replied with a smile.

He did not forget that this time he came with a mission.

I just don't know if Yang Wudi intends to join the sect.

"It seems that this guy has found support. That's fine. Our four major clans, Minzhi clan has the worst life. With Sect Master Ning's support, he doesn't have to worry about it now." Yang Wudi nodded, his gaze a little bit flashing.

"Yes, before leaving this time, Grandpa asked me to say hello to you." Ye Feng and Yang Wudi chatted without a word, and did not directly enter the topic.

But Yang Wudi is old and mature, so he didn't know that Ye Feng came with a purpose.

It's just that Ye Feng didn't speak, and he didn't ask any more questions.

So, the two began to chat endlessly, and neither of them got to the point.

"Old Fox!"

"Little Fox!"

Ye Feng and Yang Wudi each gave each other a nickname.

In the end, it was Ye Feng who was young and couldn't hold his breath first.

"Rongrong, Zhuqing, you guys go out and play first, Grandpa Yang and I have something to talk about alone."

Ye Feng winked at Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing.

"Okay!" They also knew that Ye Feng had business to do, so they obediently left the room and went outside to play.

"Tell me, Xiao Feng, what is your purpose for coming here?" Yang Wudi showed a triumphant smile, and looked at Ye Feng leisurely, wanting to see what he wanted to say.

"Hey, I knew I couldn't hide it from Grandpa Yang. In fact, the teacher gave me a task this time, to convince you to join the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School."

Ye Feng didn't hide it either, everyone is not a fool, especially Yang Wudi, who has become the head of the clan, is even more cunning and cunning, even before Ye Feng said it, he knew his purpose.

"It seems that Sect Master Ning has a big heart. It doesn't count if the Minzhi Clan joins, and he even made his idea on the old man." Yang Wudi's eyes flashed a flash of understanding.

Perhaps, he had already guessed about Ning Fengzhi's purpose.

It's just that Ning Fengzhi didn't say it outright, so he just pretended to be stupid.

"Grandpa Yang, you know that our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is different from other sects, and we are not exclusive. As long as you have the ability, you can join the sect. We don't want the Blue Lightning Tyrannical Dragon Sect and the Haotian School, only the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Only with the Haotian Hammer Wuhun can we become direct descendants."

"What you said is true, but if you want to talk empty teeth and let me join the sect with your family, that's not acceptable." Yang Wudi's face was expressionless, and he couldn't see his thoughts at all.

"What does Grandpa Yang mean?" Ye Feng didn't bother to guess, and asked directly.

"It's very simple. Since Ning Fengzhi asked you to come, it means that he has confidence in you. Strength is the most important thing in this world, so let me see if you have the ability!" Yang Wudi stood up, his eyes wide open. Sharp as a knife, fierce in momentum.

"So that's the case. Tell me earlier!" Ye Feng didn't care about Yang Wudi's aura.

"Then let's compete!"

Ye Feng also stood up.

"Very good, it seems that you are very confident. Come with me. As long as you defeat me, I will be a member of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile School." Yang Wudi took a deep look at Ye Feng, stood up and said go outside.

He wanted to see how much Ye Feng weighed.

Let Ning Fengzhi be so confident.

Ye Feng smiled slightly, followed Yang Wudi's footsteps, and walked towards the Pozhi Clan's training ground.

"Brother Feng, who are you?" When they came to the door, they happened to see Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing sitting on the chairs boredly, not going out to play at all.

"It's nothing, I'll compete with Grandpa Yang." Ye Feng smiled.

"Discussion?" Ning Rongrong looked at Ye Feng in confusion, not understanding how he was about to fight when he was fine just now.

"En." Ye Feng touched Ning Rongrong's head, but didn't say much.

He is very confident in his own strength.

Soon, under the leadership of Yang Wudi, Ye Feng and others came to a large training ground.

There was no one on the training ground, obviously, Yang Wudi didn't want more people to know about the battle between them.

After all, winning is nothing to be proud of.

If he loses, he will lose face.

Thinking of the patriarch of his clan, if he loses to a child, he really can't afford to lose this person.

"Brother Feng, come on! Defeat Grandpa Yang."

Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing stood side by side, cheering for Ye Feng.

In the field, Ye Feng and Yang Wudi stood facing each other.

"Junior Ye Feng, a level 84 assault system soul master, please give me your advice, Grandpa Yang."

Ye Feng performed a junior etiquette.

"Level 84?" Yang Wudi looked at Ye Feng in shock and exclaimed in disbelief.

"That's right, it's level 84. It was originally level 83, but on the way here, I accidentally broke through again." Ye Feng had a gentle smile on his face, very similar to Ning Fengzhi.

"Accidentally broke through?" Yang Wudi clutched his chest, feeling a little short of breath.

What's the matter, he has practiced all his life, and he is only at level 82. Ye Feng is actually at level 84, and he is still so young.

God is not fair!

Chapter 262 The Powerful Yang Wudi

Taking a deep breath, Yang Wudi finally calmed down.

He looked at Ye Feng cautiously, "Yang Wudi, Wuhun Soul Breaking Spear, Level 82 Assault Contra."

At this moment, Yang Wudi already regarded Ye Feng as a strong enemy.

While speaking, a two-foot long spear appeared in Yang Wudi's right hand.

The spear is all black.There is a gloomy luster shining on it.

Its pole is eight feet long.The broad tip of the spear was four feet long.The barrel of the gun was as thick as an ordinary human arm.

two yellow.Two purples.Four black.Eight optimal matching soul rings appeared on the gun body at the same time.Surrounding the two-meter long spear, it shines up and down.Immediately, it burst into incomparably dazzling brilliance.

This is the soul-breaking spear of the Pozhi clan.

Yang Wudi was not in a hurry to attack with the spear.

Although he is not as high as Ye Feng in terms of rank, as an elder, he still has the grace to let the younger generation take the lead.

Ye Feng also knew this, and released his martial soul on the spot.

Light bloomed, and a pair of huge golden wings emerged from behind him.

After the wings are fully opened, they are more than five meters long, each feather is like a steel blade, and the cold light is shining.

The hands also completely turned into a pair of sharp claws, surrounded by lightning and flames, and the two intertwined, sparking a brilliant brilliance.

Silent explosions sounded from time to time, shocking people's hearts.

Under the feet, there are one yellow, three purple, three black, one red, especially the last red soul ring, which exudes such amazing energy fluctuations and invisible prestige, as if a god king descended.

"It's actually a 10-year soul ring, how can this guy be so monstrous." Yang Wudi tightly shook the soul-breaking gun in his hand.

A strong fighting spirit flashed in his eyes.

At this moment, he had ignored Ye Feng's age and regarded him as a strong opponent.

Even, the moment he saw that Ye Feng had a 10-year soul ring, he regarded Ye Feng as a challenge target.

Challenges are naturally initiated by people who are stronger than themselves.

Although he didn't say it clearly, Yang Wudi knew that Ye Feng was stronger than him.

Regardless of level or soul ring, they are more than a notch stronger than him.

But Yang Wudi is not willing to admit defeat, otherwise, he would not be called an old goat.

His temperament is naturally stubborn.

Knowing that you are invincible, you have to fight to the end.

In just an instant, Ye Feng noticed that Yang Wudi's expression had changed.

The emotions of the whole person seemed to disappear completely at this moment, and all the energy and energy were concentrated on the soul-breaking gun in his hand,

At this moment, Yang Wu's enemy is the gun, and the gun is the person. This is the realm of the unity of man and gun.

"What a strong mind."