Twin god-level martial spirits shocked the Demon Emperor’s wife!

The two of them were so busy that they had to face each other.

"Brother, don't run away!! Don't fool me with fakes. If you have the guts, take out the real thing and show it to me!"

Under the moon, a pair of handsome men and beautiful women ran wildly in the forest.

He ran away, she chased, and he couldn't get away.

The female pope followed leisurely behind, watching the chase between her confidant and her disciple with relish.

Luo Fanchen didn't want to run away either.

Just now, he had a martial spirit possession, activated the Qilin pattern and the Burning Flame Armor, and fought against Bai Yingyue.

The result made him face the truth.

Too arrogant, just a few days of practice and he wanted to do the saint carefully cultivated by the female pope?

Bai Yingyue is a genius of the Temple who has practiced for two years and possesses secret skills and four top-level soul rings. Thirty Li Hongpengs combined cannot be her opponent.

Most importantly, the opponent's Taiyin Youying martial soul has a significant increase in combat power under the moon! ! !

As the distance kept getting closer, Luo Fanchen shouted to the side: "Weiyang, did you just watch the female disciple commit crimes?"

Emperor Weiyang shook his head: "Even I have to be a little bit afraid of Yingyue who is angry."

"And..."

"The debt owed must be repaid after all."

Black-hearted woman,

What are you afraid of! !

Luo Fanchen clenched his teeth. This woman clearly wanted to watch the show, and she was just short of eating melon seeds.

He was now 100% sure that not only was this female pope black-hearted, but the saint was definitely not a white lotus.

In fact, he had a way to take down Bai Yingyue,

But the female pope was also here, and some rogue tricks could not be used.

"Secret Technique: Moonlight Dance!"

"Swish, swish, swish!"

When Bai Yingyue approached Luo Fanchen, nine phantoms of her appeared around him at the same time.

Her dancing posture was so beautiful that it was hard to tell whether it was real or fake.

"Bang!"

Luo Fanchen moved around,

Finally, he was approached by a phantom and fell down.

Bai Yingyue's long white python clamped her legs and sat on his chest, sliding in the soft grass because of the inertia of the forward rush.

Her pretty face looked down from above, full of victory and joy, and her red lips raised proudly: "Brother, I caught you."

The other party obviously held back, and there was grass to catch up, so Luo Fanchen didn't feel any pain at all.

His expression was a little unnatural, because this posture was too ambiguous.

Did the other party think it would be okay if he didn't sit on his legs?

The seafood is almost delivered to my mouth, sister, brother doesn't like seafood.

Bai Yingyue spat lightly: "Do you want to bully me in the future? I am not easy to mess with."

"Winners and losers, it's up to you to do what you want, just be careful of my brother's revenge in the future!"

How could Luo Fanchen lose his momentum? He was already thinking about how to deal with this girl after his cultivation caught up with her. A small branch is too light to spank her butt.

Bai Yingyue snorted: "Junior sister is not a rookie like Li Hongpeng. I will also improve. If you want to catch up with me, wait a few years!"

Although she said so, it was mostly hard talk.

She was indeed a little scared in her heart, after all, this senior brother's talent was too amazing.

In this situation, in this posture, some moves in the booklet inexplicably appeared in her mind.

It seems that there is a spiritualist sitting in the lotus position.

"Ah!"

Her face was flushed and her throat made a shy cry.

"Junior sister, are you trying to scam me?" Luo Fanchen was speechless: "You are pressing me, why are you yelling? No one will bully you this time."

"If you don't apologize to me, I will find a hidden weapon myself!"

Faced with Bai Yingyue's threat, Luo Fanchen laughed. He didn't believe that his junior sister would dare to find one with such shyness.

"Go ahead and find it. See what you can do."

"You said it!"

Bai Yingyue moved her hips, sat down, and reached out to grab the belt.

"Apologize or not."

Luo Fanchen was sure that Bai Yingyue would not be willing to beat him, let alone strip him. All his mind was focused on shielding the soft and elastic touch from his chest.

Bai Yingyue's hands holding the belt trembled, her beautiful eyes flashed, and she was determined and gritted her teeth.

"You forced me to do this!"

"Fuck!"

"Are you really going to strip???"

Luo Fanchen jumped up.

The pope, who was watching the show with a faint smile, had her eyes frozen and could no longer laugh.

Bai Yingyue's eyes were blank, she was dumbfounded, her white and round legs were kneeling in the lawn in an M shape, as if she could not hear any sound from the outside world.

That year, before the second day of the second month, the Dragon King raised his head first.

A glimpse left an indelible impression in Bai Yingyue's mind.

…

For the next month and a half, the pope, the saint, and Luo Fanchen did not communicate with each other in words, and the atmosphere of embarrassment filled the hearts of the three.

The pope occasionally

Er would leave the oasis for a while, anyway, he had a cold face and no expression.

The saint girl did not dare to make eye contact with Luo Fanchen, and would hide when touched.

She prepared the food and put it there, waiting for Luo Fanchen to take it himself.

To be honest, Luo Fanchen's head was also buzzing. If a charming and coquettish woman did such a thing, he would not be shocked.

It happened to be his little white lotus junior sister.

It would not be a big problem if only a junior sister saw it, but the female pope must have seen it, and it is estimated that the psychological shadow caused is very large, otherwise it would be impossible for her to remain silent for ten days.

Well, women in this world are indeed much more conservative than those in my hometown.

However, he was not idle for the past one and a half months. He took three Zhu fruits, and with a little insignificant talent and his own efforts,

he successively completed the liquefaction of eleven soul power cyclones in his dantian.

So far, all thirteen cyclones have been liquefied, reaching the peak of soul master, the twenty-level cultivation.

Luo Fanchen always felt that he should be considered as level 23, after all, he had three more liquefied cyclones than others that broke the limit three times.

But who said that he was the only special one in the world, and no one gave him a separate level.

When in Rome, do as the Romans do.

Most of the medicinal power of the red fruit was integrated into the meridians and had not been completely absorbed.

Luo Fanchen himself felt that the breakthrough speed was much slower than before, but the Pope and the Saint would always show shock in their eyes.

"Rip!"

The space cracked, and the female pope returned from nowhere. Luo Fanchen spoke for the first time in a month and a half:

"Wei Yang, I'm going to find the second soul ring. How many years do you think it's appropriate to find?"

The tall female pope stood there quietly, silent for a long time without giving an answer.

The second soul ring limit of the top genius is 900 years, and the third soul ring limit is 1,700 years.

And Luo Fanchen has reached the limit of ordinary people after a little practice.

The first soul ring reached a terrifying 1,100 years, the first case in the Soul Martial Continent. How can others estimate his second soul ring?

What's more, this man now has a Kirin pattern after the secret method "Divine Coating and Body Tempering" more than before. The power of the five internal organs has been activated, and the number of years of bearing the spirit ring must have increased significantly.

Bai Yingyue's eyes flickered, and she couldn't help but guess.

Two thousand years?

No.

Two thousand five hundred years?

It seems that it can't be stopped, too underestimated.

It can't reach three thousand years, that would be too shocking, it can already be comparable to the fourth spirit ring age of elite spirit masters.

As for four thousand years, Bai Yingyue thinks it is impossible, this is already the maximum number of years attached to the fourth spirit ring.

Whether it is her, the saint of the temple, or the geniuses of other top forces on the continent, they will stop here.

Di Weiyang held it in for a long time, and finally uttered a cold voice: "Your situation is special, it is difficult to estimate, you need to find the limit through fighting."

"Okay." Luo Fanchen nodded: "But before getting the soul ring, I will let the little loach hunt to its heart's content and let it complete its evolution."

His two-meter-long little loach has long been thirsty.

The silver-haired woman with a strange golden mask who has been following secretly, seeing that she has not gained anything, can't help but feel bored and disappointed, and is about to leave.

Hearing Luo Fanchen's words, he stopped.

Martial soul, evolution?