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

"Shhhhhhhh!!!"

A mysterious green lotus rose up, flashed in the void, and came to the top of the Origin Stone laid out on the table. A blue vortex was generated at the bottom, absorbing the energy of the Origin Stone.

"Susu-"

The deep ink color of the source stone gradually faded, turning into gray and white.

Luo Fanchen, who was alone in the dormitory, had fiery eyes and rubbed his hands expectantly.

There is a kind of relief for the father to see the child grow up.

Green lotus healing, black lotus defense, red lotus fire,

The fourth form of the Nine Heavens Killing Divine Spear has brought him enough surprises.

What kind of special magical power does the fifth form have?

"Buzz!"

Qinglian vibrated, overflowing with divine brilliance, and the rich fragrance filled the bedroom.

"coming!"

Luo Fanchen was shocked and stared intently.

The green lotus is leaping and dancing, and the center of the lotus leaf is full of vitality and growing continuously.

"This……"

"What is this stuff?"

Luo Fanchen was surprised, when the energy of the origin stone was exhausted, the internal growth stagnated.

The center of the eighteen-petal lotus leaves wraps the incomplete lotus pod.

Crystal clear, like white jade, pure and flawless, exuding an indescribable special atmosphere.

There is also a special spherical hole on it, the size of a projectile.

"Shh!"

Luo Fanchen raised his hand,

Qinglian nimbly shrunk and flew over, floating above his palm.

Trying to inject soul power into it, the newly formed lotus pods vibrated slightly, but they could not be activated.

"I knew it."

Luo Fanchen glared at Qinglian, and then looked at her carefully.

It feels like this evolution is even more magical than before. The lotus pods and the holes on them seem to hide mysteries, but you can only see them after the evolution is complete.

He guessed,

It takes about five-sixths of the time to grow into a complete lotus pod?

"I'm so poor!!"

Luo Fanchen scratched his hair in annoyance, his mind burst.

The more Qinglian evolves, the more she eats.

To fully evolve this form, wouldn't it require at least a hundred more Origin Stones?

never mind!

As long as you are brave, there are always more ways than difficulties.

Thinking of the tyranny of the Nine Heavens Killing Divine Spear in its previous form, Luo Fanchen's spirit perked up.

Sit cross-legged and adjust your state.

The lion fights the rabbit with all his strength, so he will naturally not be careless and take it seriously.

……

The moon falls, and the sun rises in the east.

With a flash of silvery-white dawn in the sky, the strange atmosphere of the night waves in the Black Blood Territory slightly weakened, and the entire City of Wasted Death became noisy and lively.

Tens of thousands of soul masters came from the borders of the four great empires, either to watch the fun, or to cheer for their own country and to revive the country's prestige.

Because there are so many bosses in the world competition, all ghosts and snakes dare not cause trouble.

Therefore, the audience was particularly relieved and gathered together.

The thugs and gangsters who were on tenterhooks yesterday were all mixed in with the crowd today, resisting the urge to smash, smash, steal and steal, and politely chatted and gossiped with passers-by before heading to the stadium.

If the Empire Tournament is a grand event for a country, then the World Tournament is a visual feast for soul masters from all over the world.

Young people are the fresh blood of every empire. Which major force's young people can eventually reach the top will determine the rise and fall of the forces in the next few decades.

The blood-stained ancient streets were full of people, all rushing to the arena in the center of the city.

"I am a scumbag, what virtue can I do, if I have the opportunity to watch the peak duels of the future bosses, let us see."

"This may be the only chance for us third-rate soul masters to watch the boss fight up close."

A small number of people came to watch the excitement with enthusiasm, wanting to pay homage to the young talents who are destined to reach the top in the future.

Most of them came with the mentality of learning and the idea of ​​stealing the experience of the teacher.

"I heard that Shenxiao's marksmanship is unparalleled in the world, but if you guys can comprehend a little, then in our city, won't you fascinate those little girls to death?"

"Hehe, we are here today just for the tyrannical skills of the Scarlet Sky Sect. Who among those who use the sword spirit doesn't regard the Scarlet Sky Sect as the holy land of swordsmanship?"

Most soul masters who have no connections and no natural resources are usually struggling at the bottom. They seem to be nobler than ordinary people, but it is difficult to enter the room.

And the open world competition is the only hope in their hearts.

Trying to learn a little bit of moves to improve personal experience and strength.

above the sky,

The elders of the top powers set foot in the spacious sky with their arrogance, and rushed to the arena in a leisurely manner, like gods who never fall into the mortal world, they don't need to be crowded on the ground, and they justly accept the envy of the world.

The old Yin Vulture man with sparse hair approached the Canglong Empire team and sneered and said sarcastically:

"Ye Tianwu, where is that boy Luo who yelled at me last night?"

"Could it be that he was worried about retaliation and gave up the race ahead of time?"

King Tianwu looked at Elder Mingtian who was leading the White Tiger Empire's geniuses.

"Elder Mingtian, it seems that you are in a good mood today."

"Actually, you can smile a little louder, and I will take a photo for you as a souvenir."

"Remember to keep smiling at all times."

"Scaring me?"

Elder Ming Tian laughed and said, "Today we can see that your Canglong Empire was defeated like last time, why don't you laugh, hahaha."

"Your Canglong Empire is getting worse with each generation. Could it be that you expect a small soul sect to help you counterattack and turn the tables? It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous!"

Cheerful and unrestrained laughter could be heard from all the members of the White Tiger Empire's ranks.

The air became happy.

The two countries have long-standing grievances. If there is an opportunity to attack the other side, they will naturally leave no room for it.

At this moment, Lin Shengyi, Jian Jiujue and other geniuses,

Listening to the words of contempt, all of them looked a little weird.

Not only not angry, but even looking forward to it,

The humble soul sect in your eyes can easily beat ten of us.

And Ye Wudao, who had a grudge against Luo Fanchen, couldn't help but feel a little dark at this moment.

A group of silly beeps.

That kid is as strong as an animal.

The White Tiger Empire team walked away with a smile. Lin Shengyi looked behind King Tianwu with some curiosity. Everyone was there, except that person.

Feeling puzzled, the cute girl with big eyes asked first:

"Uncle Tianwu, why didn't Big Brother Luo catch up, he's almost there."

King Tianwu spread his hands: "Who knows what kind of mental illness that kid has gone into?"

She was beaten for no reason last night, and her daughter was forced to feed porridge by this kid.

He is full of resentment now, and there is nowhere to release it.

Ye Xiyu also asked her younger sister wonderingly, "Where's Brother Luo? You're not still sleeping, are you?"

Ye Youling's beautiful eyes were a little dazed and confused, and she hesitated: "The master said early in the morning that he would not fly with us in the sky, why did he want to...feel the breath of the earth?"

Next to her, Ye Xiying pursed her lips and said: "Hey, stupid woman, you are down to earth!"

"Who are you talking about?"

Ye Youling fought back, but when the man was away, the two women started fighting again.

Ye Xi's heart was shaking slightly, and the tip of her tongue was slightly bitter.

Everyone knew where the man had gone, but she had no news at all.

Heads move, noisy streets,

A handsome young man who is as dignified as a reader, handsome and handsome, drifts with the crowd, with deep eyes, quietly listening to the voices of the soul masters and common people around him.

Thoughtful, he murmured between his lips:

"Everyone is working hard, trying to climb up like weeds."

"But maybe after a lifetime of hard work, it was difficult to break through the ground, but just because of a casual kick from a passerby, or a sudden strong wind, it was uprooted and destroyed."

"Brother, others are so anxious that they are rushing to the other side of the field to grab a position. Why don't you stop here and think about life?"

The sudden sound interrupted Luo Fanchen's thinking.

He followed the sound and looked to the side, almost startled.

A young man with blood-colored Rakshasa tattoos and dense skull talismans on his face was standing next to him. Perhaps it was too hot for the crowd, and the other party was staring at him with beads of sweat on his face and black eyes.

What the hell, Blood Demon Cult?

Luo Fanchen almost punched him out, while shaking people to help.

However, it was only the great soul master who felt the opponent's aura that he resisted the urge to hit him.

"I don't need to fight for a position."

The youth with scary tattoos shook his head speechlessly: "Okay, great philosopher, let's watch the World Championships for the first time. Don't pretend to be aggressive. If you pretend to be aggressive, there will be no place for you. My buddy will take you with kindness!"

After all,

He couldn't help but grab Luo Fanchen's clothes and rush forward from the crowd.

"???"

Luo Fanchen had a question mark on his face, who is this guy?

In the middle of the dead city,

In the past, the vast central square was the gathering place for the "silver parties" of mobs.

Today, we were surrounded by countless spectators, no one dared to take a step inside, and they were all looking forward to it.

The underworld-like young tattooed youth wheezed and dragged Luo Fanchen out of the encirclement, and squeezed to the front, his clothes were covered with wrinkles and even bloodstained.

Luo Fanchen looked at the empty square in front of him with a dazed expression.

"no?"

"The world's top competition, just compete in this simple square?"

"Hehe, don't you understand? You are lucky and blessed to follow your brother."

The social youth patted Luo Fanchen on the shoulder like a big brother.

Pointing to the ground: "Don't blink, you will see the stadium in a moment."

"Get ready to sprint, whoever grabs the viewing seat will be the one."

"The closer you sit to the front, the better you can clearly see the combat skills displayed by the geniuses of the major forces! If you just steal a little bit, it will be of great use to us."

Luo Fanchen shook his head, completely from the eyes of those who have experienced it: "How can it be so easy to steal it? A little improvement in learning is almost negligible, and it may even have a counterproductive effect."

The young people in the society suddenly showed speechless eyes:

"It's not buddy, you haven't been beaten by society, why don't you be a meat eater."

He looked at Luo Fanchen carefully.

The clothes are simple and ordinary, and the spirit power is so weak that it is not as good as his own.

He shook his head and warned kindly: "You will know after you see the World Championship with your own eyes."

"Every move Tianjiao uses has its own mysteries. We can understand that even a little bit of blood is not a loss. If this kind of opportunity is missed, there may be no next time."

Luo Fanchen was slightly stunned,

He had thought that it would not be easy at the bottom of the world, but in order to be able to empathize more with the beautiful pope, this personal experience was more sensory than he imagined.

Are civilians who have been small in the dust really not working hard enough?

"Boom—"

Luo Fanchen raised his head, above the sky,

The bosses are high above the top, and the Tianjiao are high-spirited and immeasurable.

The social youth stretched out his hand and pressed his shoulder, worrying anxiously:

"Lower your head, don't look up like the fools around you. If you offend a big shot, you'll lose your head. Young people can learn to be more modest when they go out to make a living, you know?"

Luo Fanchen said: "Will you lose your head just by looking at it?"

The pupils of the young people in society shook, and then returned to normal, speaking calmly:

"My father and my mother went from the village to the city to visit me at the Soul Master Academy ten years ago. It is said that they just looked up at the parade of the young emperor of the White Tiger Empire flying across the sky. After talking enviously, they were killed by the light blade falling from the sky."

"Forget it, let's not talk about this, or am I going to die today?"

The social youth shook his head and smiled, not mentioning these anymore.

Young Emperor?

Second prince?

The other party's voice was calm, but Luo Fanchen seemed to feel a sense of sadness and helplessness.

"Fuck it!"

It was the first time since Luo Fanchen was reincarnated that he used such dirty words.

"Shh, don't scold, do you want your life?"

The social youth hurriedly came up to cover Luo Fanchen's mouth, trembling with fright.

"Boom—"

The distance in the entire City of Wasted Death trembled, especially the wide square in front of Luo Fanchen.

"Crack-"

"Crack!"

The ground collapsed rapidly, and an extremely deep crack appeared...