Transcend to become a magician

Qiao Er showed great concern for Ye Duoduo, which naturally inspired Meng Long to overthrow the jealous jar.The ferocity and violence on Meng Long's face became even stronger.Twisting his neck, there was a crackling bone sound.

"Crack-"

"Crack -"

Ye Duoduo shook his body, the soul energy in his body was concentrated, and he pursed his lips as he looked at Meng Long who was undisguised from the murderous chill in his heart.Just looking at the lobby for a week, several members of the Huang family began to back away, making room for the two of them to fight the spirit.

From the looks of it, it was inevitable that the soul fight would begin.

Qiao'er knew that the young man in front of her did send a dangerous signal to Ye Duoduo.Even so, Ye Duoduo didn't intend to hide behind the woman and stand in a stalemate, but just waited for the arrival of Huang Yifeng and other members of the Huang clan.

Previously, Meng Long provoked a soul fight and almost got hurt.This made Ye Duoduo's feud and love hatred that had been suppressed in Ye Duoduo's heart for several years now explode together.

Therefore, he did not choose to endure others bullying him.

Qiaoer persuaded him, but he flatly refused.

Ye Duoduo reached out with his right hand, and the wind wheel formula was activated, and a suction force, extremely ferocious soul energy, shattered a chair leg under his feet.The crimson flame that erupted for a while was the fire in the center of the earth, and it shot towards Meng Long like lightning.

"Humph--"

"You doll, you have the guts, dare to use your soul power!"

Meng Long, the soul fighter, let out a sneer, watching Ye Duoduo activate his soul power first.It's just that the soul energy in the body gushes out, the soul energy is urged by the soul force, and it attaches to a pair of fists, turning the impacted soul energy into the color of dead wood.

The space for several people in the Wuyi lobby became the focus of all alchemists and magicians.

Meng Long, the soul fighting madman, saw that Ye Duoduo did not retreat, but took the initiative to provoke the soul fighting.

Meng Long's soul power level is that of a devil master.Ye Duoduo's move provokes the fighting spirit, in order to show off the limelight in front of Qiao'er.

"This kid, I'm afraid he will have to suffer a little bit!"

"Stand quietly at the same place, and wait for Patriarch Huang and the others to arrive. Wouldn't it be better? But he insisted on overreaching, provoking the fighting spirit, so that he was humiliated and soul-injured, isn't it serious?"

Soul Fighter Meng Long just shook his head.

"It seems that no matter how good a magician is, in front of a beauty, it is still inevitable that a hero will be saddened by a beauty!"

"Heroes save the beauty, that's the true nature of a man!"

The royal princess Murong Chan shook the bright wine glass, smiling like a demon girl.A princess who often lives in the palace, she will not be optimistic about Ye Duoduo and Meng Long's soul fighting.

Ye Duoduo and Meng Long were fighting for soul, their faces were as sinking as water, and their icy-cold eyes were staring at Meng Long who was full of fierceness.

He was about to reach Meng Long alone, he turned his heels, and his body jumped to Meng Long's left side strangely.

Ye Duoduo clenched his right fist tightly, and the big chair was covered with crimson soul energy, bringing up an incomparably fierce soul energy, driven by the soul force, and mercilessly smashed towards Meng Long's head.

"hey-hey--"

Meng Long just sneered, feeling the strong soul energy above his head, his fist suddenly raised to resist, and bumped against the hard foot chair.

"boom--"

There was just a muffled sound, and the thick foot chair was hit by the soul energy and exploded in all directions.The residue of the foot chair was mixed with the soul energy that Meng Long had already mobilized, and Lightning flew to Ye Duoduo with the sawdust fragments on his body.

Ye Duoduo tilted his head slightly, and felt from his concealed vision that the spirit energy from the punches in the sawdust fragments flashed past Ye Duoduo's shoulders.The strong soul energy makes the skin feel a burning pain.

This little pain did not make Ye Duoduo slow down in mobilizing his soul power.

Fighting soul mad Meng Long's fist passed close to him, and Ye Duoduo's body slipped strangely.At the same time, he turned his body half-way, with his right palm propped on the ground, his waist twisted, and the soles of his feet swung half a circle, carrying a sharp soul energy, crossing and cutting towards Meng Long's neck.That appearance is as sharp as a sharp knife, cutting it.

"Hey--"

"Boy, the soul power is not bad!"

Soul Fighter Meng Long felt a little strange, Ye Duoduo actually launched a quick knife spirit energy, even his eyes were filled with frenzy, his arms protected his neck, and his skin quickly turned into a withered yellow color.Just like two pieces of hard dead wood.

"boom--"

The pedal just hit Meng Long's arm, making two weird noises.However, the huge soul power contained in the soles of the feet brought the richness of the soul energy, forcing Meng Long to take a step back.

Anyway, Meng Long is a soul-fighting fanatic and has experience in soul-fighting. In this regard, he is superior to Ye Duoduo.

He stepped back, skillfully stabilized his figure, and kicked Ye Duoduo's head hard with his toes.

"Oh--"

Surprise flashed quickly in Ye Duoduo's eyes. After stabilizing his body, his balanced left hand spun suddenly. Unexpectedly, a ray of crimson flames appeared on the fist, and he smashed away, just in time with Meng Long. The soles of their feet slammed together violently.

"boom--"

Between the two, ferocious soul energy collided.Where the fists and feet of the two touched, sparks shot out.

Ye Duoduo supported the ground with his right hand, and several small cracks were spreading from the ground.

"Yo yo—"

This time fighting for soul, both of them groaned.

Ye Duoduo patted the ground with his right hand, and the hard floor exploded.

"Chichi-"

With the help of this counter-thrusting soul force, his figure bounced up, fell to the ground lightly, stepped back a few steps, and dissolved the soul energy.

At this time, his face became serious, and looking at the other party, Meng Long knocked a table to pieces.

In the lobby, for a short time, all the alchemists and magicians watched a soul-stirring soul-stirring fight.

That's hand-to-hand combat and soul fighting.In a short period of time, the two experienced a thrilling hand-to-hand combat.

In the previous soul fight, everyone had to lose their minds, and they would not show mercy if they were killed by the other party, their souls were defeated, their souls were injured, or even their souls were destroyed.Because, the two sides became extremely embarrassed because of the soul fighting.

Everyone in the lobby looked at Ye Duoduo in surprise.

The black-clothed boy Yan Yan, a second-level alchemist, was no worse than Meng Long, the soul-fighting madman, in terms of fighting spirits.

The time for the soul fight was short, and the scene of the soul fight was like a lightning bolt. The intensity had already shocked everyone.

Soul Fighter Kuang Meng Long is a magician who has rich experience in fighting soul, cultivates soul power, and is talented among the younger generation in the king's capital of the big talk empire, and his soul power ranks among the best.The soul ring advances quickly, especially after three years of experience in the military camp.Meng Long became a young man with strong soul power.In that soul fight, he couldn't win with his soul.

In this soul fight, Meng Long fully mobilized his soul power and fully released all the soul energy in his dantian, but none of them could beat the ordinary-looking young man in black, Yan Yan, who was the level of soul power of Ye Duoduo today.

"Hahahaha--"

"Really, I didn't expect that Mr. Yanyan's soul power is pretty good!"

The royal princess Murong Chan looked at Ye Duoduo in astonishment.She knew the level of Meng Long's soul power best, and was good at fighting souls, so Ye Duoduo couldn't defeat Ye Duoduo's soul and end in a tie.

Meng Long, a mad soul fighter, was even more astonished, and the corner of his mouth twitched. In this soul fight, Ye Duoduo mobilized his soul power, and the fight was overwhelmed.He was in a bad mood, and when he heard Princess Murongchan's words, he felt even more unhappy.

"If I, Meng Long, boldly activate my soul power, I will win the battle quickly. Hmph, I dare say, Mr. Yanyan, I will definitely lose my soul and hurt my soul!"

"Yo yo, maybe!"

Princess Murong Chan smiled noncommittally as if hearing it.