Douluo: I penetrate the world with infinite martial arts

Because he was restless and unable to enter the meditative state, Diao Lu simply stopped wasting time, turned on the lights in the room, picked up a volume of books, and started reading carefully.

What he was reading was a biography about a titled Douluo. Although there were many illogical things in it, Diao Lu still enjoyed it.

In Douluo Continent, there are many biographies of similar characters, which can be regarded as leisure reading for many soul masters in their spare time.

Most soul masters took it as a story, but few took it seriously.

The pages of paper were opened, and the room with only Diao Lu seemed a little deserted and empty.

At the same time, Yang Jian looked up at the sect buildings located in the mountains and forests at night, and signaled the bloody-faced ape to wait where he was while he went to resolve some of his own personal matters.

Turning the Fengshen legs, he just swayed slightly and disappeared with the night wind.

Yang Jian jumped up like a nighthawk, climbed over the outer wall of Qingfeng Sect, and landed on the roofs of buildings without attracting the slightest attention.

When he landed, he was like a wisp of breeze, his speed was very fast, and he picked up afterimages, but he landed silently and incredibly softly.

This is the secret of the wind-catching ability of the first layer of Fengshen Legs, which allows the warrior's movement to be like the wind, coming and going without leaving a trace. If one is not extremely sensitive in perception and reaction, it would be almost impossible to detect Yang Jian's infiltration.

Such a person is obviously not in the ranks of Soul Kings.

Yang Jian even felt that if he carefully controlled his speed and focused on silent movements, even the Soul Saint might not be able to detect his traces. Of course, Yang Jian would not be stupid enough to test the Soul Saint like this.

In the soul master system, soul saints who possess the true form of martial souls already have relatively strong combat power.

In the world of soul masters, almost every soul saint has his own name. He is a famous figure, no longer a nobody.

Yang Jian estimated that he would only have the strength to compete head-on with the Soul Saint after he transformed his strength.

Occasionally, some disciples of the Qingfeng Sect who had woken up at night and had relatively keen senses subconsciously looked up when Yang Jian passed by him at close range, but found nothing.

This kind of sneaking seemed to be suitable for catching wind and shadows, which gave Yang Jian a faint sense of excitement. The Fengshen legs that he had just started to use became more and more skillful.

He looked at an obviously luxurious and tall house with a courtyard, and felt the aura of Diaolu there.

However, not far away, he also sensed another breath. It was not strong, but it gave Yang Jian a sense of familiarity.

"It should be Lin Yu'er."

Yang Jian blinked, and suddenly there was a hint of playfulness in his heart.

He did not go to Diao Lu immediately, but turned around and fled to Lin Yuer's house.

Open the window and the wind passes away in a flash.

Lin Yu'er, who was sleeping, suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were like lightning, and he looked at the shaking window.

After looking around a few more times, she gradually relaxed. Without turning on the light, she just put on her pajamas and walked to the window with a puzzled expression.

"Is the wind so strong tonight?"

After closing the window, Lin Yuer took a nap, and her exquisite curves were fully displayed by the tight-fitting pajamas.

Just when she was unprepared, she suddenly felt an itch on her neck, as if someone had blown a breath from the darkness.

In an instant, Lin Yu'er's hair stood on end, and infinite fear arose in her heart. She turned around in panic, but what frightened her even more was that there was no one in her field of vision, only a faint darkness and the silent moonlight.

With his speed far exceeding Lin Yu'er, Yang Jian stood behind her. Because he felt Lin Yu'er's emotions, he couldn't help but become playful and blew a breath into her ear lightly.

Hiss... Lin Yu'er turned around again and reached behind him with one hand, but he got nothing and didn't see any figure.

Her face turned pale, and for a moment she thought she had encountered a legendary invisible ghost.

Even if you become a soul master, you still have a natural fear from the bottom of your heart towards this unknown thing.

"What, who is it? Don't hide your head and show your tail."

Lin Yu'er stammered while speaking, looking left and right, circling his head constantly, but he could never see anyone's shadow, nor did he hear a trace of footsteps.

Is there really a ghost in this world... Lin Yu'er opened her red lips lightly and shrank her head.

After thinking about it, she stammered: "Ghost, Mr. Ghost, I have never done anything bad. Don't look for me, go find someone else."

Yang Jian was standing in Lin Yuer's blind spot. When he heard her words and saw her movements, he felt particularly interesting.

He didn't plan to tease Lin Yu'er anymore. He opened the window in a flash and left the woman's boudoir with a faint fragrance like a strong wind.

Lin Yu'er heard the movement, turned her head again, and only saw the half-open window.

She called softly a few times, but after receiving no response and no more pranks, she breathed a sigh of relief and felt that Mr. Ghost had really gone to find someone else.

"I hope Mr. Ghost is looking for evil people."

"Don't come back to me again."

Lin Yu'er returned to bed anxiously, covered her head with the quilt and fell asleep.

On the other side, Yang Jian had climbed onto the roof of Diao Lu's room.

His movements were very gentle, and there was not even a slight sound vibration when he came into contact with the roof. Facing a full-level soul king, Yang Jian was very careful. This was not a half-hearted soul master like Lin Yu'er who had just entered the soul sect.

Inside the house, the aura belonging to Diao Lu did not change at all, and he did not notice the arrival of the uninvited guest.

A few minutes later, after personally confirming that the full-level Soul King could not detect him, Yang Jian became more satisfied with the stealth effect of catching wind and shadow.

Next, it's revenge time.

Yang Jian moved his body and entered Diao Lu's room through the open window like a ghost.

When Diao Lu came to his senses, Yang Jian was already standing behind him and kicked him out.

At the same time, Diao Lu's face changed drastically, showing an obvious look of horror.

He never imagined that someone would touch his side silently, and it was almost when he was attacking close to him that he noticed the noise.

"Who is it? Could it be the Soul Emperor!"

A strong force came and kicked Diao Lu several meters away, hitting the wall heavily.

hum!

Five brightly colored soul rings emerged from Diao Lu's body, strands of wolf hair appeared on his body, his hands turned into wolf claws, and a wolf tail grew from his back.

When Diao Lu turned around with a bleeding nose, he looked slightly startled when he saw the familiar mask in his field of vision.

It was at this moment that he was startled, and he was shocked to find that the masked man in his field of vision suddenly disappeared like a ghost, and then there was a roaring sound of wind beside him.

Bang!

Yang Jian kicked Diao Lu and flew to the right.

Before he could hit the wall again, he chased forward, then kicked him to the left as if he was picking up a ball again, beating Diao Lu, who was already possessed by the spirit of martial arts, to great pain.

Because of one careless move, Diao Lu fell into a completely passive situation.