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

When Feng Jiantang saw Ye Feng's bright smile, his body trembled unconsciously.

Worry reminded Luo Fanchen: "Xiao Zu, you must be careful. There is something wrong with this guy. It is very likely that he is also a twin martial soul, and the hidden martial soul is definitely extraordinary."

Little Fengxian held it in so hard,

You know everything, but you pretend to know nothing.

Cousin, I don’t know how much is hidden on the other side. Do you know how much is hidden by the person in front of you?

The previous competition was no longer about letting go, but letting go.

"Damn it, everyone is cheating. Do you really think that I, Fengying Xiaozu, is a soft persimmon?"

Feng Shatian was very angry, but there were no consequences, but his expression was gloomy and cold.

In fact, if Ye Kuang simply inherited the bloodline of the Mad King, he would not be afraid. However, it is said that Ye Kuang's mother's identity is mysterious and she comes from a powerful hidden race. Combined with the other party's self-confidence, it makes people feel a little scared.

After all, "Le Qing" Xiaozu's trump card was really revealed this time, and he still had no idea what weird tricks the opponent was hiding.

The enemy is in the open and we are in the dark, and we have two major disadvantages. This competition is too difficult to win.

"Xiaozu, if you can't do anything, just try your best. It's already a big honor for us to come here as a sixth-level body. It doesn't matter if we lose. We have a long future."

Xiao Fengxian and Feng Jiantang looked at Feng Shaotian as if they had seen a ghost. They really did not expect that the general, who had always been cold and stern, would say such heartwarming words.

However, Feng Shatian didn't care about the weird looks from the people around him. Luo Fanchen had already conquered him with his actual performance, and Xiao Zu was willing to cry out.

Although Xiaozu's current level is far lower than his, he will probably surpass him in five or ten years.

Luo Fanchen listened to all the words but said nothing. He quietly looked at the excited Ye Feng in the distance and smiled playfully.

He said loudly: "Please, General Feng, warm a jar of hot wine for me. When I come down from the stage, we can have a drink with the general."

As soon as this statement came out, the audience was in an uproar.

"Damn, this is too courageous."

"This guy came to the legion contest specifically to cause trouble."

"This behavior seems not to treat Ye Feng as a human being at all."

Anyone with a discerning eye could not tell that this was Ye Kuang's chosen opponent in order to teach this lunatic "Li Qing" a lesson. As a result, this "Li Qing" not only did not give in, but directly imitated Prison Wen Chou's unpretentious style and began to give him a lesson. Are you under pressure on your opponent?

Is it audacious or really confident?

Ye Feng's elegant smile froze slightly, his eyes narrowed slightly, exuding a dangerous aura like a beast, with a faint red bloodthirsty mist lingering around him.

He jumped up, the earth and rocks under his feet were shattered, leaving a deep pit, and he came to the ring.

The mad king burst out furiously, flames surging from his nostrils: "You bastard, you really don't know the heights of the world. You dare to provoke my son like this, you are seeking death!"

Rain King shook his head and smiled softly: "Brother Wang, why should you be angry? He knows nothing about the crazy nephew's trump card and has won all three battles. It's normal for him to be a little arrogant."

The Mad King snorted and shook his head: "This is just a martial arts competition, otherwise it would be unfair for my son to beat him to death."

As Elder Shan Shan announced the start of the game, his aura exploded.

Ruya Yefeng's body was ignited with raging flames, the fire reflected the sky, and the terrifying dragon roar shocked the world. A ferocious ancient fire dragon appeared in the world, its claws were powerful, and the irregular dragon scales stirred up a ferocious cold light.

He squinted and smiled, looked at Luo Fanchen and said:

"You have won three games in a row. You seem to have lost yourself. I will help you wake up."

"Let me give you a move first to see your strength."

Different from the sixth opponent Luo Fanchen encountered before, this time Ye Kuang did not move an inch, obviously waiting for Luo Fanchen to take the lead, full of confidence in his invincible strength.

Luo Fanchen shook his head slowly,

With his feet spinning vigorously, he rushed out on the spot, jumped up high, and waved his arms as if to slap people.

Seeing Luo Fanchen making such a casual attack, not to mention the big cauldron and big muscle tyrant forms, he didn't even release his soul power. The mad king outside the court was furious: "Who are you looking down on? Who do you think you are? Who are you that I asked you to pretend?"

"You will pay for your arrogance."

Ye Feng is welcome. The ancient fire dragon merged, and eight soul rings vibrated out. However, unlike Long Youwei and the others, it was a normal configuration of soul rings, which made the nervous soldiers of the two Phoenix battalions heave a sigh of relief.

"Roar!"

"The fourth soul skill: Soul-Suppressing: Cang Long Yin!"

"The sixth soul skill: Prison Flame·Canglong Explosion!"

When Ye Kuang opened his mouth, flame sound waves vibrated out and radiated outward. The sound of the dragon's roar was full of domineering dragon power, fully demonstrating the domineering power of the world's best dragon spirit bloodline.

Two huge dragon heads appeared above the shoulders on both sides. They opened their bloody mouths, endless flames gathered in the mouths, and spewed out two terrifying pillars of exploding lava fire.

I have to say that Ye Feng's timing of taking action was vicious.

Luo Fanchen was landing from the air at this moment. It was difficult to dodge, and there was a dragon's roar that frightened his soul to interfere. It would definitely be uncomfortable to take a hit rashly.

But Luo Fanchen, who was the first to be submerged by the terrifying dragon roar, was unscathed and his movements did not stop at all. He just said: "Is this worthy of being called a dragon roar?"

"It's just a cat meowing!"

He didn't mention that the Ancestral Dragon Spirit despised the might of dragons in the world, but he was now wearing a mysterious silver mask that was immune to head attacks.

Before the entire audience could be shocked, Luo Fanchen had already plunged into the bombardment of flame beams. He didn't even release his soul power and directly resisted with his body...

This scene simply frightened Feng Shatian.

What the hell!

Ye Kuang's dragon flames are enough to kill ordinary eighth-level people. No matter how much he looks down on him, he can't resist directly.

However, before Feng Shatian could say anything, he was surprised to find that Luo Fanchen was directly in front of Ye Kuang, bearing the impact of the two terrifying dragon flames directly in front of everyone.

Ye Feng's pupils shrank when he saw Luo Fanchen, who was unharmed. Although this was not his ultimate move, it was definitely uncomfortable to resist. Why didn't even a single hair of this guy's hair get singed? He saw that the slap was already hitting him. , Ye Kuang roared and quickly dodged.

But just at this moment,

The sound of the cauldron sounded,

A series of dark golden ripples shook, and the ripples rippled on Ye Kuang's body. For just a moment, Ye Kuang's movements became sluggish, and he was slapped firmly in the face by Luo Fanchen's big butt bag, elegant and gentle His face was instantly distorted and he staggered away from the slap.

"Boiled!"

The Mad King was smiling before, with a look of contempt for my son, who is the best in the world. Now his face trembled, his face turned red, and he stood up angrily...