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

Huang Yan was reminded,

I also thought of that young man who was dressed in tatters but had an extraordinary appearance.

He immediately shook his head in disdain and said:

"Father, it's just the same name. That boy is so virtuous and capable. After practicing for a few months, he won the first place in the empire."

"No matter how useless the genius of the Canglong Empire is, he will not be defeated by a boy from a mountain village who has practiced for several months."

The fourth priest frowned, feeling that something was wrong.

"The surname Luo is rare. This is a bit too much of a coincidence. It just so happens that the boy is also from the Canglong Empire."

"But I left a bottle of poison for that kid. Logically speaking, he should have died long ago. Is there any way to survive?"

Huang Yan said arrogantly: "Why worry about a name? No matter who he is, I will suppress him during the competition."

"Anyone who refuses to accept will be beaten to death."

"On the other hand, the nine-tailed sky fox that injured me half to death for no reason. When I succeed in my cultivation, sooner or later I will find her to deal with her and skin and bones."

"Something's wrong!" Si Zongfang thought deeply. Suddenly I had a bold guess:

"Huang'er, do you think that the nine-tailed fox is trying to stand up for that kid?"

Huang Yan's red-gold pupils looked as if he were looking at a fool: "Father, do you think that the mighty Demon Emperor of the Fox Clan would take the risk of coming to trouble you for enshrining in a temple for the sake of a newly awakened human being? Are you willing to die?"

"That's right. It's possible that I'm being too cautious as a father."

Si Zongfeng also thought it was impossible. After all, it was impossible for the Nine-tailed Demon Emperor and the young man from the mountain village to get together.

"I will send people to investigate Luo Fanchen again. If he is that young man from the mountain village, he will definitely encounter something strange. He must not be left here."

At that time, he actually felt that the boy was valuable for training, but he did not want to waste resources on training opponents for his son.

It is enough for the temple to have one Huang Yan.

As for the saint Bai Yingyue, she was already part of his plan, and the Taiyin Youying martial spirit was also designed to be left to his precious son.

Huangyan's red gold pupils showed disdain and said dissatisfied: "You are always delving into these conspiracy paths, but you don't know that you can defeat all methods with one force."

"As long as I am strong enough, I can naturally conquer all monsters and monsters."

"Destroy all enemies with dignity and dignity, this is what I wish for in my life."

"You, you, if you are as smooth as dad, you will be great."

Si Zongfeng shook his head and sighed, but he couldn't persuade him. After all, his son was really invincible.

Except for the unique female gun goddess of Shenxiao Sect, he really didn't think anyone else could cause any hindrance to Huang Yan.

Moreover, Huang Yan is only eighteen years old now, so he can be regarded as the youngest contestant, which is shocking enough.

The fourth worshiper asked: "By the way, my father asked you to pursue the saint Bai Yingyue, have you gone?"

Huang Yan frowned and said in disgust: "What are you doing with that blind woman?"

"I am invincible on my own, without the help of other people's martial arts. You should not use your status as a worshiper to plot against a younger woman and lower your price."

"Whatever I want, I will use my strength to conquer."

Si Zongfeng puffed his beard angrily and stared: "Isn't it for your own good?"

"Do you know how much the Taiyin Youying Martial Spirit will increase the power of the sun candle to you? When the sun and the moon combine, they are invincible in the world."

"Ha." Huang Yan shook his head: "You think about it slowly, I'm going to practice."

"what!!"

The four priests were furious and tore the information to pieces.

"Luo Fanchen, you'd better not be that wild boy from a mountain village, otherwise you will die soon if you don't die that day."

Divine Phoenix Empire, Wutong Emperor's Book Pavilion.

The generals of the Feng clan and the Huang clan, the iron-blooded Phoenix Shatian, and Huang Mengmeng, who had her red hair tied up and wore a crimson crystal armor, all came here to pay homage.

The two generals knelt on one knee.

A red gauze curtain was erected at the upper level.

Afterwards, a peerless silhouette loomed, not showing its true appearance, exuding a terrifying aura, a rich fire-attribute aura overflowing, and the whole study was extremely hot.

The empress' voice sounded as loud and clear as the phoenix's cry.

"According to the two of you, the senior at the Home for the Disabled Aged said that as long as the Feng and Huang geniuses defeat the young man named Luo Fanchen in the World Championship, they can obtain his inheritance?"

The female general Huang Mengmeng nodded in response: "Yes, I don't know what the senior's purpose is."

Feng Shatian bared his teeth and said with dissatisfaction: "That senior seems to be old and confused."

"It's hard to say whether that kid will be qualified to participate in the World Championships."

"Can a mere soul master get into the top ten in the empire? I'm kidding."

Feng Shatian shook his head, "I think senior just doesn't want to hand over the inheritance."

"Ah."

A clear sneer came from within the curtain, and two fiery red letters flew out, hovering in front of the two generals.

When Feng Shatian and Feng Shatian looked at each other, their expressions changed and became extremely exciting.

"Luo Fanchen! Wu Zhuangyuan???"

Feng Shatian raised his head, his aloof and iron-blooded face full of disbelief.

He even rubbed his eyes, wondering if he had seen it wrong.

"Soul Lord, did you take first place?"

"Feng Shatian, I didn't expect the slap in the face to come so quickly. Didn't you say that I can't do it?"

"Didn't you say that senior is plotting against you?"

While Huang Mengmeng was sarcastic about the other party, she also felt it was incredible.

"Your Majesty the Empress, is the information true?"

A cold and serious majestic voice came from within the curtain:

"Pass this emperor's oral instructions to inform Xiao Fengxian and Huang Ni'er that they must be careful when fighting against this person in the competition."

"How can someone who can be valued by that senior be an ordinary person!"

Feng Shatian had not yet recovered from the shock and wanted to confirm a few words, but Huang Mengmeng boldly turned around and left.

In the Shenxiao Sect, the meeting hall was brightly lit.

The sect leader Yang Tingjun, as well as the elders of the five major clans of the Yang family, and a group of top geniuses are all here.

A handsome young man was tied upside down to the beam of the house by a rope.

Swinging back and forth like a swing, Yang Tingjun held the whip and struck it with sparks and lightning. He kept whipping wildly, full of anger.

"Dad, stop fighting, I am your biological son!!"

"If we fight again, it will be impossible."

Yang Tingjun said angrily: "Kill him and give him another one!"

Yang Jinghong’s skin was torn, but his mouth was still as hard as iron:

"No, you can't! I happened to pass by your window last time, and I heard my mother say that you won't be able to do it after three breaths."

"Okay, I had a celebration banquet and drank wine, you peed in it, and now you spread rumors? It's an additional crime."

"Children's urine is good for health. I have good intentions and want to replenish the body for you old people... no, old timers."

As soon as these words came out, the elders of the five major clans looked like they were vomiting, and the red-faced Fourth Master Yang picked up the bench and swung it over.

"I'll beat you to death, you little beast!!"

Yang Tingjun was so frightened that he didn't dare to slap his son, and hurriedly stopped the red-eyed Fourth Master Yang.

Yang Jinghong blinked his eyes, his mouth was swollen like a sausage, but he still didn't forget to provoke: "Fourth Master, do you think why my father is afraid that you will beat me to death!!"

"Bastard!"

"Rebel!!"

Yang Tingjun regretted that he didn't throw this evil beast against the wall. How could he spread rumors that his father didn't lift him? What a crime.

All the geniuses did not dare to speak, and looked at the young woman in front of them with admiration and awe. She was a frail and gentle woman wearing a moon-white cloak, with a pair of elegant eyes, quietly watching Yang Jinghong being beaten.

She is the number one martial artist in the Divine Phoenix Empire, the female spear goddess: Yang Xiruo.

Suddenly, the spies came to report.

"Sect Master, the ranking of Canglong Empire has also come out."

Yang Tingjun and the clan elders attach great importance to:

"Bring it quickly!"

Yang Jinghong hummed, "Don't look at it. My brother-in-law is invincible. If he doesn't win a double crown, it won't be in line with my brother-in-law's qualifications."

"Shut up, Nizi!"

"Snapped!"

A whip struck him, making him howl.

After the sect leader and clan elders saw the rankings in the intelligence, they all became quiet and looked surprised.

They all turned their heads and looked at Yang Jinghong strangely.

Yang Tingjun asked: "That boy's name is Luo Fanchen. Didn't you say he is just a soul master?"

"Hahaha, look at how you have never seen the world."

The bruised Yang Jinghong laughed loudly: "What's the matter, Soul Master can't take first place?"

This is the first time in more than ten years that Yang Tingjun has seen his unfilial son, who was born rebellious, be so superstitious about someone.

"How do you know he must be number one?"

"Tch, you look down on my brother-in-law? What does it mean to be number one in the empire? My sister has to be held down and beaten by him!!"

"Keng!"

The gun glow overflowed, and the purple electric current turned.

Everyone looked at the frail young girl and saw a spear in the weak woman's hand.

"Brother, what did you just say?"

"Cough cough."

Yang Jinghong, who would rather die than surrender, almost peed in fear, his face turned pale: "Sister, please put down the gun first, and let's talk about what's on our minds."