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

"Brother, you are so shameless now."

Yang Xiruo shook his head, the Purple Lightning Divine Sky Spear held in his bare hand showing its sharp edge.

All the young geniuses around him backed away, their eyes filled with fear.

Young Master, you have offended someone. You have really made my aunt angry.

"Daughter!"

"Calm down!!"

Yang Tingjun's expression changed, and he quickly stretched out his hand to stop him: "If you shoot him, he might die!"

The sickly young girl held out the spear in her hand, which was as fast as thunder and purple lightning.

"Damn, what a stab!!"

Yang Jinghong exclaimed,

The elders of the five major clans and Yang Tingjun's pupils shrank and they raised their hands to stop him, but they were still a beat slower due to the distance.

"Crack!"

The rope that bound Yang Jinghong's ankles while hanging upside down broke, his hard and upright non-mainstream blond hair hit the ground, and his head was inserted directly into the floor.

"call--"

Yang Tingjun and the clan elders couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief.

For a time, his anger towards Yang Jinghong, a rebellious boy, disappeared a lot.

"Hey!"

"Sister, I know you love me the most."

Yang Jinghong put his hands on the floor, did a backflip, combed his yellow hair upwards gracefully, and bared his mouth full of big gold teeth. The people who looked at him wanted to rush up and give him another big dick.

What the hell, this guy doesn’t look like a young sect master at all.

Yang Xiruo sheathed her spear, tightened her moon-white cloak, moistened her snow-white lips, and coughed softly: "Apologise to the clan elders! How can you let the clan elders drink your pickled food?"

You girl, why are you mentioning it again?

The clan elders twitched their mouths, their throats were itchy, and they felt like vomiting.

Yang Jinghong bowed obediently: "I'm sorry, seniors, I shouldn't have invited you to drink such precious boy urine."

"roll!"

The grumpy red-faced Fourth Master Yang kicked Yang Jinghong in the butt.

He kicked the shit out of him.

This guy is a typical example. Sorry, I will do it next time.

Yang Tingjun snorted coldly, and the whole place fell silent.

He asked seriously: "Jinghong, do you think Luo Fanchen really has the strength to compete with your sister?"

"Please remove the '?'."

Yang Jinghong pointed to the sky and the ground,

When everyone was puzzled, he raised his head and pointed his nostrils at them:

"No one in heaven or on earth, among my peers, can be my brother-in-law's opponent."

"Not even my sister."

The entire sect's senior officials felt their scalps numb and their teeth itching with anger from this rebellious boy.

Yang Tingjun resisted the urge to kill his relatives out of justice, gritted his teeth and said:

"Then Luo Fanchen is only a soul master now, and there is more than twenty levels difference between him and Xiruo. Even if he can defeat the geniuses of the Canglong Empire, how can he be your sister's opponent?"

Yang Jinghong shrugged and smiled:

"That's what I thought at the time. I'm seventeen levels ahead. The advantage lies with me."

"As a result, my brother-in-law beat me to the point where I didn't even recognize my biological father, and almost regarded him as his son."

"You traitor!! Speak carefully." Yang Tingjun couldn't hold himself any longer.

Yang Jinghong spread his hands: "Didn't I describe it vividly?"

"You should praise me."

His son was completely useless and there was no hope for him. Yang Tingjun shook his head and looked at the caring little cotton-padded jacket, the sect's number one female gunner, "Xi Ruo, what do you think of this person?"

"Cough cough."

Yang Xiruo took off the silk handkerchief, and the bright red color was like a cuckoo crying blood, so pitiful.

"Since my brother recognizes Luo Fanchen so much, he must have something to offer."

"I just hope that this person is really talented and can put enough pressure on my daughter to hone her skills as a gun."

Yang Tingjun nodded slightly, and Fourth Master Yang frowned and said:

"I think Luo Fanchen is fine, since he is a bit weaker after all."

"The person Xi Ruo should be most careful about is the Holy Son of the Temple of Light, Huang Yan."

"I have only practiced for two years, and I have already broken through to the level of the Soul King. My twin martial souls are the top-notch Flame Angel martial soul and the Great Sun Candle, which are the most powerful and the most powerful."

"Yes."

"You should really be careful with this person!"

All the clan elders and clan geniuses nodded.

The name of the Holy Son Huangyan has long been spread among all the major forces, making people fearful.

"Holy Son Huangyan?"

Yang Jinghong was unhappy and said indignantly: "That boy is nothing compared to my brother-in-law. Do you believe that my brother-in-law can beat the shit out of him in the competition?"

Yang Tingjun scolded: "Be careful! Silly boy, do you know what you are talking about?"

Yang Jinghong said rebelliously: "Why don't we make a bet that my brother-in-law is invincible?"

"If my brother-in-law wins, shouldn't it be time to change the names we have used for so many years?"

Yang Tingjun gasped angrily, pointed at his nose and cursed:

"Son, if you lose, take away this little yellow hair and the big gold tooth. From now on, you will be a good son."

"It's a deal! Let's make a written statement."

After that, Yang Jinghong, like a magician, took out a bet written in advance from his back, and even took out a box of red ink pad.

The corner of everyone's mouth twitched as they looked at it. No matter how you looked at it, this kid had already planned it.

Before Yang Tingjun pressed his fingerprints, he hesitated a little and looked at the little cotton-padded jacket with a pang in his heart.

"Xi Ruo, it's okay."

Yang Jinghong was anxious: "No way, you're not doubting my sister's Soul Emperor-level gun skills, are you? Your own daughter doesn't even trust her, you bastard!!!"

"Gui Zi, just wait!!"

Yang Tingjun had no doubt that he was there, but he didn't think it was possible for that kid to win the world championship, so he pressed the red handprint directly in front of everyone.

"Brother."

Yang Xiruo called out softly, and the pleased Yang Jinghong immediately turned his gaze over.

"You have an idol outside, and I won't stop you."

"But the matter of brother-in-law must not be brought up again. My sister only pursues the art of shooting and has no interest in matters between men and women."

"Let's not talk about whether the person you mentioned can put enough pressure on my sister. If I want to choose a husband one day, I will only choose a man who can defeat me in the gunfight."

When Yang Jinghong heard the sound, his face fell, and he secretly screamed.

It's over! It's over!

The cooked brother-in-law is going to fly. The brother-in-law has no gun spirit.

You can't just use that gun to make up for it.

Yang Jinghong was really anxious.

If his brother-in-law was taken away by another charming bitch, wouldn't he cry to death?

Without further ado, it’s time to develop a drug that will completely stun my sister.

At the same time, the Xuanwu Empire, the Dark Temple, the ten major sects and other hidden sects also received the information. For the first time, they learned the name Luo Fanchen of Qianlong City and won the personal championship of the Canglong Empire.

The dark hall was filled with the pungent smell of blood.

At the end is a terrifying statue of a god hidden in the darkness, whose face cannot be seen clearly.

A round table stood in the center of the hall, and the seven thrones were empty.

Three figures wearing masks with blood-colored patterns like ghosts sat in the shadows, silent, like corpses. The waves and clouds were strange and terrifying.

"Crack-"

The palace door opened, and a figure walked in...