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There was silence all around, and it could be seen that the face of the so-called holy son was covered with frost, and his eyes were coldly looking at Yan Mengmeng.

Sensing his gaze, Yan Mengmeng turned her head and looked directly at him. The fan covered the lower part of her face, making him look like a shy little girl at the moment.

Yan Mengmeng didn't speak, it was her little sister who defended her status.

"Scared your dog eyes, Her Majesty the Saintess doesn't even know her, so she dares to speak rudely."

Yan Mengmeng nodded very satisfied, and silently gave the little sister a thumbs up in her heart.

I must reward her well when I go back...

Just as she was thinking like this, the sharp female voice sounded again, right next to Yan Mengmeng's ear, and the sound made Yan Mengmeng back again and again.

"Don't blame the Holy Maiden Junior Sister, he has been retreating with me all the time, and I am in a hurry to get to know the Junior Sister before he comes!"

Yan Mengmeng's retreat made them a little confused. His Highness Shengzi's voice is indeed a bit strange, but it's not unpleasant. Are you serious about taking so many steps back?

Indeed, His Royal Highness Son's voice is not unpleasant, even very pleasant, but a little too neutral, Yan Mengmeng was disgusted by this, from the bottom of her heart.

Yan Mengmeng's hind legs made the face of His Highness the Holy Son even colder.

Yan Mengmeng looked at the Holy Son and said with a hint of disgust: "What does that Holy Son want from me?"

The Holy Son did not leave to respond to Yan Mengmeng, but first turned around to ask the younger brother to save his loyal dog, then turned around and said to Yan Mengmeng: "I heard that a peerless genius suddenly came to the sect, and I specially Visiting, I want to see what a real genius is like, and I hope that the Holy Maiden will give me some advice!"

Yan Mengmeng nodded, she understood why he came here.

"Okay, I understand. Since you asked sincerely, I will show you a trick out of mercy."

After speaking, Yan Mengmeng made a strange gesture.

The right hand is formed into a palm and stretched out behind the back, the left hand is behind the back, and the eyes are looking forward.

The Holy Son looked full of vigilance, his expression was extremely serious, his eyes were fixed on Yan Mengmeng, and he was ready to take action at any time.

The people on the field also looked at Yan Mengmeng with all their hearts and minds, and they didn't dare to breathe. This movement, this posture, must be Her Royal Highness's big move!

"call!"

With a wave of the palm, Yan Mengmeng's body turned half a circle, and the hand badge turned a larger arc with the body, and a gust of palm wind blew past, making a slight "hoo" sound in the silent field.

then……

There was no sound, and even the little sisters behind Yan Mengmeng couldn't see what it was doing. As Yan Mengmeng slowly returned to her normal standing posture, people began to guess what Yan Mengmeng's move was.

Suddenly, the discussion started, and the quiet place became a little noisy.

But at this moment, Sheng Zi was really confused, completely ignorant of what Yan Mengmeng was doing.

Then, Yan Mengmeng looked at the Holy Son there again and said, "Okay, I'm done teaching you. This is the move I used to hit your follower just now. I call it - the big windmill shouts in the face!"

Son: ╰_╯

Crowd: ...

"This trick looks simple, but it is actually very troublesome. You need to practice more to fully master it. I still have something to do, so you can figure it out yourself; sisters, go home!"

Holy Son: ╰_╯╬

The spectators understood what Yan Mengmeng meant, and immediately started laughing. The laughter of the crowd covered the holy son's body with a layer of frost.

Obviously he was, very angry!

Yan Mengmeng didn't care about these things at all, she turned around and was about to go to the yard, when the enraged Son unfolded her martial spirit.

He was sure that no matter what happened today, he would make this little guy who played tricks on him pay the price.

He is a majestic son, when has he suffered such grievances.

In an instant, a thick blue breath of soul power began to spread centered on the Son, and the temperature in the air plummeted instantly.

A blue ice dragon was looming behind the Holy Son, and the monstrous power of the dragon radiated instantly. People with low strength couldn't resist it at all, and were overwhelmed to the ground on the spot.

People exclaimed in surprise: "Is this the martial soul of His Highness the Holy Son—the Ice Soul Pterosaur? It's really powerful..."

This is not over yet, and then the soul rings of the Holy Son began to appear, one after another, falling from top to bottom, covering the body of the Holy Son, and falling at the feet of the Holy Son, five soul rings in a row, making everyone's eyes widen.

"Look, it's the ten-thousand-year soul ring, His Royal Highness Son has broken through to the soul king!"

"Sure enough, he is the Son of God. He has already reached the level of Soul King at such a young age!"

"..."

For a moment, people were amazed at the cultivation of the Holy Son, but Yan Mengmeng didn't care about it except Yan Mengmeng.

Her little sisters all looked worried.

A Soul King is looking for trouble. Their Holy Lady is in danger!

But Yan Mengmeng didn't think so, she looked at the holy son's martial soul, the gorgeous blue special effects, and his elegant appearance.

Wow, I really like it.

Compared to that, what is your own called? It wants special effects but not special effects, and it wants appearance but not appearance.

Shaking her head, Yan Mengmeng withdrew her envious eyes, waiting for the Son's next move.

The Holy Son who activated the martial spirit felt the envious eyes of the crowd, and felt a little proud, thinking to himself: This is a normal situation.

Then he said without looking at Yan Mengmeng: "How about it, Saintess Junior Sister, is this martial soul worth your shot?"

Yan Mengmeng nodded, and responded under the expectant eyes of the crowd: "Martial spirit is good!"

After all, Yan Mengmeng summoned her own martial soul, without those gorgeous characteristics, without those strong aura fluctuations, just a little white light flashed, and a jade token appeared in Yan Mengmeng's hand.

From a closer look, the jade tablet is actually a sword hilt with a transparent one-foot-long blade on the hilt.

Compared with the opening scene of Saint Son Wuhun just now, this one is simply weak.

The Holy Maiden's martial soul disappointed people, and for a while, the balance of victory began to tilt more than half to the Holy Son.

Then, Yan Mengmeng's soul rings appeared, four in a row, very normal, nothing special.

Game 1: Momentum Competition.

Winner: Holy Son!

Of course, although you lose one move at the beginning, it does not mean that you will lose again next time.

Shengzi, who pretended to be addicted, said very generously: "Sister Saint, go ahead, don't be afraid of hurting me, I guess you can't do it!"

Yan Mengmeng looked at him suspiciously, and asked uncertainly: "Are you sure?"

His Royal Highness Shengzi nodded proudly, and replied affirmatively, "Naturally!"

Yan Mengmeng smiled: "Okay then, since you've already said that, then I'm not going to be polite!"

Before she finished speaking, the first yellow soul ring on Yan Mengmeng began to flicker. There were no other fluctuations, just the soul ring flickering.

The Holy Son, who was ready to resist, didn't notice anything unusual, until he looked at Yan Mengmeng and the picture started to become blurry, and he blinked suddenly in confusion.

When he opened his eyes again, he found that his eyes were completely white, and there was nothing to feel about his body.

That's right, it's still the familiar unreasonable soul skill——Light Sword Formation!