People are in Douluo, start binding traveling frogs

Chapter 123
"Brother Yehuang, does this hat made of the feathers of the birds and soul beasts look good on me?"

Zhu Zhuqing picked up a beautiful hat from the booth and put it on his head, turned around and asked Ye Huang.

"It looks good, Qing'er looks good in anything she wears."

"Brother Ye Huang, isn't this hairpin pretty?"

As soon as Zhu Zhuqing finished speaking, Zhu Zhuyun asked again.

"Pretty, even more beautiful on Sister Yun's head."

"Ye Huang..."

Seeing Zhu Zhuqing and Zhu Zhuyun lingering between each booth like two happy little swallows, Ye Huang felt extremely at ease.

This is the real fireworks!

Along the way, as long as Zhu Zhuqing and Zhu Zhuyun liked things, Ye Huang bought them all without hesitation.

It was getting late at night, and the three of them walked around all the streets in the entire supply point before they got ready to find a place to stay for the night.

"Sister Yun, Qing'er, this hotel is the best, let's stay here today."

Ye Huang led the two women towards the hotel located in the center of the supply point.

This is a seven-story building.

The first floor of the hotel is the restaurant, and the upstairs is the resting place.

Ye Huang and the others ate a lot of street food along the way, so they didn't plan to stop at the restaurant on the first floor.

Just when the three of them were about to walk directly into the hotel gate.

A big man with a height of about two meters and a weight of three hundred catties, with thick and long hair on his chest, held two women with heavy make-up in his arms and blocked the way of everyone.

Ye Huang also glanced at it casually, but didn't care.

But what the brawny man said next made Ye Huang's good mood drop to the bottom in an instant.

"Brother, where did you find such a decent thing?"

"How about we play instead."

A vulgar laugh, accompanied by a pungent smell of spirits rushed towards the three of Ye Huang.

Smelling this disgusting smell, Zhu Zhuyun and Zhu Zhuqing couldn't help covering their mouths and noses.

"Get out, want to play and go home and find you!"

For the guy who insulted his woman, Ye Huang certainly wouldn't give him a good face.

I saw Ye Huang kicking forward with his right foot, a fist-sized stone flew up instantly, and shot straight towards the strong man's heart.

"Boom."

A muffled sound sounded from the strong man's body, and he staggered from being hit by the stone, almost falling on the steps of the hotel.

The strong man originally looked at Ye Huang's youth, thinking that he was a boy and girl who came out of a private meeting from some academy.

If it was normal, he wouldn't say such words, but seeing Ye Huang and the others without their parents' company, he dared to say such flirtatious words with the strength of alcohol.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the words were out of his mouth, he was met with a strong counterattack from Ye Huang.

Being counterattacked by a little hairy child, he instantly felt that he had lost face in front of his two female companions.

"Boy, you dare to hit me, you are getting impatient."

"I'll kill you first today, and I'm messing with the little girl next to you."

"Iron-armed crocodile, possessed."

As he said that, the strong man directly summoned his martial spirit.

In an instant, a crocodile Wuhun with a clear gray surface and extremely strong front paws appeared behind the strong man.

Three soul rings, one white, two yellow, also appeared on his body.

"Come on, there are fights here."

As soon as the strong man showed his spirit ring, the good-natured person next to him shouted, and suddenly there were many more spectators around him.

"It turned out to be Hunjiang Dragon King Meng."

"It's not good to provoke any of these three children, but this local snake."

Some melon eaters who knew the strong man looked at Ye Huang with pity.

"Brother, this Wang Meng is not very fierce, it's just the cultivation of the soul master."

Some melon eaters who didn't know Wang Meng showed disdain on their faces.

"Wang Meng's Soul Venerable cultivation is really nothing."

"But his eldest brother Wang Gang is the master of this supply point, and his soul power has even reached the level of a soul emperor."

"Wang Meng is also relying on his elder brother's power to bully men and women in this supply point all day long."

"Boy, go to hell."

While the people around were discussing, Wang Meng lit up his third soul ring and launched an attack on Ye Huang.

With the lighting of Wang Meng's third soul ring, the two sturdy crocodile claws instantly doubled in size, and the surface looked even darker and brighter. When they collided, there was a clanging sound of gold and iron. .

"The third soul skill, Iron Arm Crocodile Claw."

For these bullies who have been lingering at the supply point for a long time and licking blood with knives all day long, they don't know any rules.

Before Ye Huang summoned the martial spirit, the crocodile claws that glowed with black light grabbed Ye Huang's heart with whistling sounds.

"Ah, get out of the way."

A few female soul masters in the crowd who couldn't bear to see Ye Huang die unexpectedly covered their eyes, not daring to look this way anymore.

There was only a distance of about five meters between the two of them, and they were there in a blink of an eye.

Seeing that his crocodile claws were about to grab Ye Huang's chest, and imagining the thin boy in front of him bleeding to death in front of him, a bloodthirsty smile appeared on Wang Meng's face.

Seeing the crocodile claw stretched out in front of him, Ye Huang didn't dodge at all, and directly stretched out his right hand to grab the huge crocodile claw.

"Ok?"

As soon as he touched it, Wang Meng felt as if his wrist was locked, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free.

"I'll go, this kid actually took the blow from Soul Venerable with his bare hands."

"This time, the man surnamed Wang has kicked the iron plate."

Some of the stall owners who had been blackmailed by Wang Meng showed joyful expressions on their faces.

"Humph!"

Ye Huang let out a cold snort, and suddenly folded his right hand down. Wang Meng, who was in unbearable pain, knelt down on one knee in front of Ye Huang.

"Not good, I encountered a hard stubble."

Feeling the pain in his wrist, Wang Meng's alcohol dissipated in an instant, but the long-term domineering made his bones full of superiority.

"Boy, you'd better let me go."

"My elder brother is a soul emperor. As long as you dare to touch a single hair of my hair, I guarantee that you will never leave this supply point in one piece."

If Wang Meng is so angry and apologizes to Ye Huang, Ye Huang would like to let him go because of his drunkenness.

At this point, he even threatened himself with others, which touched Ye Huang's bottom line.

"You actually used a little soul emperor to suppress me, I think you are getting impatient."

As he spoke, Ye Huang's right hand was folded downward again, twisted, and the toothache sound of bone breaking instantly echoed in the air.

"Ah. My arm is broken, I must let my brother kill you bastard."

"I won't let go of the little girl beside you either."

Wang Meng, who was rolling in pain, still uttered cruel words to Ye Huang.

Seeing that Wang Meng still did not want to repent, a murderous intent flashed in Ye Huang's eyes.

"Since you want me to die, then I will kill you first to eliminate harm for the people."

"drink!"

Ye Huang let out a low cry, and suddenly stretched out his right fist to hit Wang Meng's high protruding temple.

(End of this chapter)