Twin martial souls, full level charm, enchantress please respect yourself

Amid the high-pitched complaints, Yang Jinghongfei fell to the ground.

He grinned in pain and subconsciously wanted to reach out and rub his dizzy head.

"Young Master Yang, are you okay?"

Suddenly, the concerned voices of several young people from the sect came from the side, and they ran over to help him.

"do not come!!"

Yang Jinghong shouted, his eyes suddenly widened like bells, and his face became solemn.

Stand up straight on the spot.

He stretched out his hand and brushed his golden hair upwards, tossing his head gracefully, revealing his idol baggage.

"joke."

"What can happen to me, my young master? I'm so stubborn!!"

"what?"

The few people who rushed over to help him stopped and opened their mouths.

Yang Jinghong said: "You shouldn't look at me, you should worry about whether there is anything wrong with that pile."

One of them stretched out his finger and said worriedly: "But young master... you seem to be bleeding."

Yang Jinghong reached out and touched his face, and there was blood on his hand.

Boil!

The purple electric current in his palm instantly scorched the wounds and blood on his face.

He raised his eyes and said calmly: "You are wrong."

Everyone around them opened their mouths and entered a state of confusion. They were speechless for a moment.

It was as if a series of black crows were flying across his forehead.

"Crack..."

"Crack!!"

A series of shattering sounds sounded, attracting everyone's attention.

The solid iron pile suddenly shattered.

"how is this possible?"

Yang Sanye said in surprise: "This is an iron practice stake made of cold iron from the deep sea."

"Although he's not very advanced, this kid didn't use his soul power and his head was smashed into pieces?"

The sect leader, the elders of the clan, and the frail and beautiful woman in the moon-white cloak all had unexpected looks in their eyes.

He stared seriously at Yang Jinghong's rustic, nouveau riche-like blond hair.

"This……"

The young people in the clan were shocked.

Yang Jinghong's cheek was only scratched by the iron filings spattered by the impact of the iron pile, but his golden-covered hair was unscathed, which is enough to illustrate the magic.

Sect leader Yang Tingjun asked: "What's wrong with your hair?"

Yang Jinghong folded his arms, raised his chin, and raised his eyebrows:

"Want to know?"

"beg me!"

Yang Tingjun stared, and the purple lightning gun he held shone brightly with thunder and lightning:

"Rebel!!"

Yang Jinghong held out his head and pointed with his finger:

"Come on."

"Prick me here. If you stab me to death, you will have no son. The Yang family will have no descendants..."

Yang Tingjun's blood surged, and he pointed his gun at Yang Jinghong, trembling:

"They say a tiger's father has no son. I have been wise all my life, how could I give birth to a thing like you!"

Yang Jinghong shrugged and said, "Why are you asking me about this? Ask your wife!"

"Crack!!"

The horrifying lightning accumulated, and the old father was in a state of rage.

Should have shot this thing against the wall back then.

The young men and women around him silently stepped back to make room for this loving father and son.

"Okay Tingjun, he is still a child, don't be as knowledgeable as him."

Yang Sanye became a peacemaker.

Yang Jinghong nodded like a chicken pecking rice, and echoed loudly: "That's right, that's right, you're such a big sect leader, why do you always behave like a child?"

Yang Tingjun said angrily: "Third Master, how old are you? You still have a child?"

Yang Jinghong hid behind Master Yang and said stubbornly, "Have you never seen a nineteen-year-old baby?"

Yang Tingjun reminded: "Third Master, have you forgotten that this kid secretly peed on your brush?"

"Say that what you drew is slutty and what you wrote is slutty."

The kind-hearted Mr. Yang's expression suddenly darkened and he silently stepped aside.

Yang Jinghong quickly shouted seriously:

"Third Grandpa, they all say that literati are sluts! How can I be called a literati if I'm not a slut?"

"I'm helping you become enlightened."

"Thank you."

Yang Sanye smiled. He had the habit of licking his writing brush. He raised his foot and kicked Yang Jinghong's butt hard, hitting the tip of Yang Tingjun's raised spear.

Yang Tingjun's eyes trembled, and he quickly turned the gun head and swept the gun body across.

He pressed against Yang Jinghong's chest to help him stabilize his body.

"Okay, stop messing around."

He glanced at King Yan sideways and said, "Tell everyone what happened this time. Is what Ye Tianyan said false?"

Yang Jinghong slapped his thigh, nodded and said: "Fake, it's too fake!!"

For a moment, King Yan felt full of hostility. Yang Tingjun, the five elders of the Yang family, including all the young people, all looked over with unkind eyes.

His heart was beating fast and he said in a panic: "Niece, you must not play with your uncle!!"

The irritable old brother Yang Siye turned into a thunder and lightning shadow and stabbed directly with his spear.

"I knew you were bragging. How could there be such a genius in the world?"

"After harming Qiu Rong, she still wants to harm our little girl Xiruo. She will die!!"

King Yan dodged again and again, and was so aggrieved that he was about to cry: "Niece, speak, please say something!!"

"It's enough to cheat on your father, don't cheat on your uncle."

"What nonsense?" Yang Tingjun also waved his gun and stabbed King Yan.

"Don't fight anymore!!"

"Listen to me."

Yang Jinghong shouted loudly: "What my uncle said is actually too conservative!!!"

"He's much more awesome than what he described."

"What the hell?"

Fourth Master Yang and others stopped and looked at Yang Jinghong with wide eyes.

They all expressed disbelief.

After all, what King Yan said before about the man's talent was too exaggerated.

King Yan looked down at the holes in the blue dragon robe. He was about to cry. He was full of resentment. "Little brat, you did it on purpose. Could you please stop gasping when you speak!"

Yang Sanye asked: "Did you see that boy has a natural spiritual eye?"

Yang Jinghong nodded: "Ang."

"Really?"

Everyone was surprised, knowing that innate spiritual pupils were hard to find in the world.

Yang Tingjun nodded: "It's interesting."

Fourth Master Yang’s eyes were full of suspicion:

"Are you sure you saw with your own eyes that the young man Xiao Yanzi mentioned has a twin martial spirit?"

Yang Jinghong nodded: "I'm not bragging, any one of my eldest brother's two martial spirits is enough to defeat our sect's Purple Lightning Divine Sky Spear."

Everyone around heard the sound and stared, full of hostility.

Everyone regards their own gun soul as the best in the world, and they are extremely proud. How can they accept such a comparison.

The corners of King Yan's mouth twitched. You are just pretending to be cool. Isn't this to bring hatred to my brother Luo?

"You don't believe it?"

Yang Jinghong recounted with excitement: "You didn't see it!!"

"I have mastered the first three of Shenxiao's seven movements, and I have a soul power advantage of more than ten levels. Challenge my brother to a duel. Guess what will happen next?"

"How many tricks did that boy persist in and he lost?" The curiosity of the young people was aroused.

"A mere soul master, being able to remain undefeated in ten moves under the unique skills of my Shenxiao Sect is considered a genius."

"Well, ten moves, no more."

The elders of the sect also nodded. Although Yang Jinghong's personality was a bit rebellious, they still recognized his strength. Among the younger generation, only Yang Xiruo could not be beaten.

Yang Jinghong raised a finger and said brightly:

"One move, just one move!!!"

Everyone exclaimed in shock: "You just exposed those guys with twin martial souls?"

"You can't be just bragging, I guess I'm not that rubbish."

"Yes, I can hold on to a few more moves."

Yang Tingjun and others also felt that Yang Jinghong had exaggerated.

"Cough cough."

Yang Jinghong said: "My eldest brother just slapped me!"

"With one slap, it flew away and the gun fell out of my hand."

"???"

Everyone's expressions suddenly became extremely exciting, and they felt that things were too outrageous.

"I boil it!"

"really."

"Stop it, did you slap Young Master Yang away?"

"Our Young Master Yang always likes to show off, so he probably won't make a fool of himself."

Yang Jinghong became more excited: "What's the Seventh Form of Shenxiao? You're so many levels ahead and yet you got fucked by me."

"No dog can learn!"

"tui!!"

In an instant, pairs of murderous gazes gathered, including the sickly and graceful woman.

Yang Jinghong trembled.

With a skilful shovel, he "jealously" sneaked in front of the sickly woman: "Sister, I admit that I spoke a little too loudly just now."

"calm down!!"

Yang Xiruo's soft eyebrows were clustered, her beautiful eyes revealed a curious look, and she spoke a voice as gentle as a clear spring:

"he……"

"Is it really as powerful as you say?"

"Sister, I'm not exaggerating." Yang Jinghong said seriously: "Big brother just made a normal attack and I knelt down. What kind of strength do you think he must be?"

"what?"

"The Soul Master raises his hand to kill your forty-seventh-level Soul Sect instantly with one move? Or is it a Soul Sect that has mastered the seven styles of Shenxiao?"

The clan elders were all moved, unable to hold back at all.

As for the juniors, they couldn't believe that such a terrifying existence existed in the world. They were convinced by Yang Jinghong's strength.

Yang Jinghong raised three fingers and pointed to the sky and swore: "If what I just said is true, my father will be struck by lightning!!"

Yang Tingjun was "murderous": "You evil beast, you'd better not lie."

Yang Xiruo said softly: "Dad, although the truth is unbelievable, Jinghong will definitely not lie to me."

For a moment, there was a collective silence within the sect, all staring at Yang Jinghong, trying to find any sign of a lie.

Yang Sanye asked further: "Jinghong, Yanzi said that boy has two thousand-year soul rings. Is this true?"

Yang Jinghong shook his head.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably. If there were twin martial souls plus Tiantong, it would be too scary to have an over-limit soul ring.

When they thought of Yang Jinghong's words, their hearts beat wildly.

"How can my elder brother have two thousand-year soul rings? The first three soul rings are just five thousand soul rings."

Everyone had questions on their faces: "Five thousand years, just??"

The corner of Yang Jinghong's mouth rose: "After all, the two remaining soul rings are all over ten thousand years old. Five thousand years is enough."

"what?"

The hearts of all the disciples of Shenxiao in the audience twitched, and they all gasped.

"I boil it!"

"Is that human being."

"really."

"One thousand years, two ten thousand years?"

The elders of the five major clans and Yang Tingjun all took the light of thunder and flashed in front of Yang Jinghong, staring at him.

Yang Tingjun scolded: "You traitor, how much money did you receive from Ye Tianyan to make up such nonsense?"

Yang Sanye looked serious: "It's a bit too nonsense."

"It's your grandma's..." Mr. Yang stopped right after he scolded you and snorted: "If you dare to talk nonsense about this, I will hang you up and beat you."

Yang Jinghong stared, showing the stubbornness of the young man, and said aggrievedly: "Why don't you believe me!!"

"Okay, elders, don't scare him."

Yang Xiruo walked up with lotus steps and looked at Yang Jinghong with her frail and beautiful eyes: "Brother, my uncle said before that he killed the soul sect like a dog. Is what he said true?"

Yang Jinghong shook his head again.

"Killing the Soul Sect is like killing a chicken, killing the Soul King is like killing a dog."

He said excitedly: "I saw with my own eyes that my eldest brother defeated five soul king-level killers in Tianlei City alone."

Everyone in the Shenxiao Sect had their heads buzzing for a while and their mouths opened:

It was difficult to digest this shocking fact. They still remembered how awesome Yang Jinghong was when he left.

This time, my whole person changed completely.

Aren't you going to fight against counterfeiting?

How did Young Master Yang, his biological father, turn into a fanboy and a licker every second, Luo said?

What kind of person has such magic power?

While everyone was shocked, they also had strong curiosity.

Fourth Master Yang's arm holding the gun shook, and he said in disbelief: "Thirty-level soul master, killing the soul king killer?"

Yang Jinghong shook his head: "No, he is now at the peak of level 39."

Yang Tingjun raised his head, looked at King Yan and frowned, "Didn't you say he was level 30 before?"

King Yan shrugged and sighed silently: "Who would have thought that this kid has improved by nine levels in ten days."

Everyone's hearts jumped again, wondering if there was something wrong with their ears.

Damn, you can't take drugs so fast.

At this moment, Yang Jinghong raised his finger again: "This is true, I can guarantee it with my father's life."

"Sir, you want me to die, don't you?" Yang Tingjun couldn't help but cursed.

"Don't worry, I still love you. I won't swear to you on things I'm not sure about."

Yang Tingjun's heart had just warmed up a little when he heard Yang Jinghong muttering to himself: "If the oath had worked, you would have gone and gone to reunite with my mother."

"Sect Master, don't be impulsive!"

"Dear, dear son!!"

"Don't stop me, I will tell him who is the father and whose son today!!"

The clan elders were curious and wanted to ask something, so they quickly grabbed Yang Tingjun, who was furious and had red eyes.

Fourth Master Yang said: "You have such a temper. How can you, God's second brother, still recognize someone else as your elder brother?"

Yang Jinghong shrugged and said regretfully: "Jinghong has been wandering around for half his life and has never met Ming's father. I originally wanted to join Ming's father instead."

"I accept Brother Luo as my godfather, but Brother Luo dislikes me and doesn't want me."

"You are a traitor, you are a traitor!!! Are your wings stiff after going out?" Yang Tingjun was so angry that he vomited three liters of blood and spiraled into the sky.

"My golden hair is a gift from my eldest brother."

"Is he so generous?" The clan elders were so experienced that they could tell at a glance that this was a top-quality treasure.

"That is it." Yang Jinghong glanced at it.

Yang Tingjun was anxious: "Little calf, look what I'm doing. Your father has worked hard to raise you for nineteen years. How about someone else dye your hair yellow?"

Yang Jinghong sighed, turned his head away from his father's eyes, pursed his lips and said:

"If you give me my mother back, I won't scold you."

Yang Tingjun was silent.

The elders of the Yang family sighed in their hearts. There was a reason why they allowed Yang Jinghong to act nonsense. These siblings were all pitiful people.

"Hey, hey!"

Yang Jinghong patted his face and showed a rebellious smile: "Sister, if you don't get married now, how long will it take? If you pass this village, there won't be this shop!!"

Yang Xiruo fondly picked up the handkerchief and wiped the burnt blood stains on Yang Jinghong's cheek.

"You, don't be so frizzy."

"You went out and sold your sister? What price did the other party pay?"

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This chapter is two in one, a big chapter of 4,000 words. I will add another chapter in an hour and a half, brothers!