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

The entire audience looked at the ring in shock, the holy light was so dazzling.

Yang Jinghong spat: "Damn, it's true that good people don't live long, and the disaster will last a thousand years!"

The social youth complimented and laughed: "Then young master Yang must live a long life!"

Yang Jinghong rolled his eyes, patted him staggering,:

"Thank you so much!"

The social youth said cheerfully: "After this guy is resurrected, I'm afraid he will be even stronger."

Yang Jinghong shook his head disdainfully: "If my brother-in-law can kill him once, he can kill him a second time."

"And believe it or not, with the speed of my brother-in-law's progress, killing him next time will be easier than this time."

The social youth shook his head, speechless and shocked:

"Brother, Divine Artifact, that Huang Yan now has an extra Divine Artifact!!"

"Ah."

Yang Jinghong shook his head and said calmly:

"There is no holy son in my eyes, I only see a boy running towards his brother-in-law to bring money."

Social youth rolled their eyes;

confused,

This Young Master Yang's superstition towards Luo Fanchen has reached the point where he does not think about logic and reality.

"boom--"

The golden holy light exploded,

A golden figure with a powerful and special aura stepped out of it.

Everyone in the audience was frightened when they saw the figure clearly, and they couldn't help but open their mouths.

"Son……"

"Resurrected?"

"Oh my god, can you survive like this?"

"Is this the foundation of the Hall of Enshrinement?"

"This is too scary."

Huang Yan's appearance was exactly the same as before, and even now his aura was stronger, with a golden holy sword pattern on the center of his eyebrows shining brightly.

The moment he took a step, the entire arena shook.

It's just that what makes everyone feel a little uncomfortable is that,

The breath is fierce and fierce,

But today's Huang Yan is only 1.5 meters tall. Compared with the tall and powerful figure in the past, he looks particularly short, weak and slightly funny.

Huang Yan's melting gold pupils were a little dazed, and he clenched his five fingers together into a fist.

The hoarse voice gradually became clear:

"I'm resurrected."

"It also became stronger."

His eyes immediately fixed on the man in the audience who brought him the pain of death and endless shame.

"Lo..."

As soon as Huang Yan uttered one word, he was interrupted by Yang Jinghong angrily:

"Okay, don't pretend to be aggressive, look at your father's bear, he is almost dying."

"Don't care about your father, and still have the mood to force Lai Lai, what a filial son, a live animal."

Everyone heard Yang Ritian Jinghong taunting people. The front was fine, but everyone in the back looked weird. You are such a filial son, and you are talking about others?

Euphorbia Lolita Zhan Yingying's pupils were filled with lively light.

Just like Bole sees a thousand-mile horse, the giant panda sees basins of milk and squeezes the halberd pole with its little hands.

Huang Yan turned his head and looked to the side.

The four offerings were like a lamp that had run out of oil, with broken arms and legs, plus the loss of the artifact, the aura was weakening, and the consumption was huge. Although it was recovering, it was very slow.

The Yin Vulture's face was pale, like a toothless jackal.

"Father!!"

Huang Yan rushed over, his eyes trembling: "Your arms and legs..."

"It doesn't matter!"

The four worshipers stared at Huang Yan's body at this moment, as if they were seeing the most perfect work of art. They endured the physical pain and laughed wildly: "Hahaha."

"My son has the gift of a god."

"I didn't expect this treasure to have my extraordinary blood essence, and it fused with you so well."

I don't know how many people frowned at that wild laughter.

It's hard to understand the morbid mentality of the four priests who hope that their children will become dragons.

The four worshipers looked at Luo Fanchen sinisterly and sneered:

"Boy, can you kill my son once or twice?"

"Huang'er, kill him!"

"Father has your back."

His eyes looked around, especially on Di Weiyang:

"I want to kill this son, but you stop me, life and death don't matter in the arena."

"The team beat Wu'er to kill this son, and you are not qualified to save him."

"Whoever breaks the rules, don't blame me for being rude."

Huang Yan had already looked at Luo Fanchen at this time, with overwhelming unwillingness and hatred in his heart.

"boom!"

He clenched his fists tightly, his arms felt infinite strength, and his confidence increased infinitely.

"This time, I will get back everything I lost!"

Refined with extraordinary essence and blood, blessed with the power of a divine weapon,

The power of the gods hidden in the body was further activated.

I, Huangyan, will never lose again!

Luo Fanchen shook his head, smiled, and said nothing.

There is only one attitude expressed by the silent demeanor to everyone:

I am invincible, you can do whatever you want.

Huang Yan was furious and was about to growl when a voice of disgust came from below:

"The king of heaven overpowers the tigers of the earth, Huang Yan is 1.5 meters tall!"

"Xiao Xiaozi, you can come down now, that stage doesn't belong to you."

"My brother-in-law and my sister are going to the finals, don't get in the way!"

Yang Jinghong was waiting impatiently. He was still waiting to see his brother-in-law subdue the tigress sister at home.

"Yang Jinghong, you are seeking death!"

Huang Yan's eyes spit fire, secretly waiting for the team competition to be settled together,

He supported the four worshipers and jumped off the stage.

"Boom!"

In the end, the remaining two jade steles engraved with names shined brilliantly.

As the referee announced,

Luo Fanchen stood up lightly, his skirts fluttering, and stepped onto the ring.

"Cough cough."

Yang Xiruo moved the lotus feet inside the embroidered shoes, and climbed up the ring step by step, coughing up blood, which dripped on the white handkerchief, but an invisible special momentum was getting stronger and stronger.

The Canglong Emperor half-closed his eyes, kept watching Luo Fanchen in the air, and murmured secretly with a sneer:

"Azure Dragon Combat Technique."

"Haha, it seems that this boy has already met my incompetent brother."

"The fire fist soul skill that killed Huang Yan seemed a bit interesting."

"There seems to be something wrong with this female pope today."

In the depths of Emperor Canglong's eyes, there was a strange and playful light.

And with the resurrection of Huang Yan,

The calmed down audience suddenly realized a problem.

"How many secret skills and means does this Luo Fanchen know!!"

"The three great spiritual pupils, the Green Lotus Martial Spirit, the Green Anaconda Martial Spirit, isn't this horse-riding Sansheng Martial Spirit?"

"Fuck, the unprecedented three-life martial soul?"

"This is too outrageous. One body martial spirit, one auxiliary plant martial spirit, and one beast martial spirit for physical attack. Well, all it takes is one weapon martial spirit!"

"Don't be too outrageous, his hole cards have been played out now, where did he get the weapon spirit?"

The little saint Bai Yingyue was in a trance: "After several months of hard work, little senior brother, you can really crush me and kill Huang Yan?"

"Thanks to the one who called me Senior Brother in the first place. I don't have the dignity to live anymore if I call you Junior Brother."

Di Weiyang seemed to be in a good mood, her cold eyes slanted slightly:

"Don't make me slap you, that's your Uncle Luo."

Bai Yingyue covered her fair cheeks and clicked her tongue endlessly.

Others don't know how long Luo Fanchen has been practicing or how old he really is.

Can she still not know?

If the bone age was measured after the game, wouldn't the audience and the boss go crazy?

"Where did my little brother learn so many secret skills?"

"One is watching the sky, the other is the battle skill of the blue dragon, and both of them have mastered the fifth form. This comprehension is too perverted and outrageous!!!"

Di Weiyang moved her fingertips lightly.

In Luo Fanchen's room last night, she felt that the man had half-spoken.

Unexpectedly, he really succeeded in pretending today.

I thought he was wronged by going to the nursing home, but it turned out that he bought it? ! !

I can't feel wronged at all.

Learning two secret skills so quickly made Di Weiyang unexpected.

"clang!"

The decisive bell rang, and the audience perked up and watched attentively.

One is the last world champion, who has never been able to take on an opponent three times.

She is known as the best female gunner in the world among her juniors.

Now that he is competing for the second time, his strength is even more unfathomable, and his depth is unknown.

According to rumors, Yang Xiruo is the legendary chosen one, the one favored by God.

But no one has ever seen her use the power of the gods.

The other was born in the mountains, but broke the myth of the Dark Temple's invincibility one after another, defeated the second prince of the young emperor, and even violently crushed and killed the holy son Huangyan. His record was terrifying and appalling.

The two competed on the same stage, causing countless people to speculate in amazement, and it was full of highlights.

Yang Xiruo coughed lightly, and her temple hair was blowing, which made people feel affectionate:

"Master Luo, it's still early, you can still rest and recover for a while."

"I hope to face your strongest state."

"Otherwise, Xiruo will win without force."

Yang Jinghong also advised: "Yes, brother-in-law, take a rest. My sister is not that easy to deal with. She actually has two guns."

As soon as this statement came out, the entire audience was stunned.

Yang Xiruo was taken aback,

Yang Tingjun jumped up angrily and wanted to scold his mother, but the clan elder sighed.

"Defense by day and night, it's hard to guard against house thieves!"

"Which side are you guys from? Just show your sister's cards out??"

"Two guns?"

Luo Fanchen was also stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "I'm not talented, I just happen to have one."

"You have a hammer."

Zhan Yingying stood on Yang Xiruo's side and snorted: "Driving, right? You have a halberd!!"

"Purple-haired girl, do you dare to call my brother-in-law?"

Yang Jinghong was not happy anymore and shouted angrily: "You only have a big halberd!"

"Purple-haired girl doesn't do anything else but play with the halberd——"

"nondescript!"

Zhan Yingying raised his pupils and glared over fiercely: "Xiao Huangmao, you don't even know how to play with a gun."

"Come and poke me if you don't agree!"