Douluo: I penetrate the world with infinite martial arts

"Brother Yin, you have such an undying hatred with Liu He, how can you give him a chance to escape? Doesn't this give him a chance to take revenge in the future?"

Diao Lu was dissatisfied and couldn't help but said to Yang Jian in a scolding tone.

Yang Jian didn't get angry, he just sneered and said in an intriguing tone: "If you are willing to take action together, won't you be able to securely capture Liuhe?"

"Besides, I'm not the only one who has a grudge against Liu He. You, the Qingfeng Sect, are probably on his revenge list, and I'm alone, so he probably won't be able to find me. You should be more careful."

After a pause, Yang Jian said meaningfully: "A full-level Soul King who is hiding in the dark and is about to be promoted to Soul Emperor is not easy to deal with."

"If I were you, I would return to the sect immediately to discuss the solution to Liuhe instead of staying in the Soul Hunting Forest."

Diao Lu was gloomy in his heart, but on the surface he still showed a nonchalant expression, and said with a smile on his face, "Thank you, Brother Yin, for reminding me."

He took a deep breath and seemed to have thought of something. He suppressed his mood and said sincerely to Yang Jian: "The nearly ten thousand-year-old soul beast is still alive. It just so happens that the senior leaders of my sect are here. If Brother Yin is willing to help me, With the Qingfeng Sect’s help, wouldn’t that soul beast be easily captured?”

"What do you think, Brother Yin?"

"The soul beast soul ring can be given to Brother Yin. All I need is its body material."

It was really a good idea to give him something he didn't need as a reward... Yang Jian naturally wouldn't agree and refused: "I don't have the ability to hunt soul beasts at the moment. interest."

Diao Lu nodded. Although he was a little disappointed, he did not continue to persuade.

"In this case, it seems that the soul beast was lucky enough to survive."

For Diao Lu, the bloody-faced ape itself did not have much appeal, because the soul ring was not suitable. If he only relied on his own people, it would be a huge loss to hunt and kill only to obtain body materials.

In this way, there is no need for him to stay in the Soul Hunting Forest anymore.

After thinking about it, Diao Lu took the initiative to win over Yin Jian and said with a smile on his face: "Brother Yin and I hit it off right away, how about coming to our Qingfeng Sect to sit down?"

Although Yang Jian didn't reveal his soul ring, he was as powerful as Liu He. In Diao Lu's eyes, he was still a full-level soul king. If people at this level were not enemies, then becoming friends would be the best way to get along with them. .

But Yang Jian was not interested in making friends with someone with Diao Lu's personality.

This kind of person is different from what he looks like, and he will be tricked at some point rather than becoming friends.

Yang Jian was still thinking about causing trouble for this guy in the future.

"No need, I still have some things to deal with."

"See you again if we have the chance."

Yang Jian answered calmly, then turned and left minding his own business.

After a while, the Qingfeng Sect soul masters cleaned up the battlefield and left the Soul Hunting Forest. The corpses of the Beast King Sect soul masters were buried under the snow. It wouldn't take long for the soul beasts to follow. The traces smelling of blood arrived and destroyed their corpses.

When leaving, Diao Lu called Lin Yu'er, smiled and asked, "How did you meet that person? Tell me."

Lin Yu'er was startled for a moment, and then told how he and Yang Jian met.

In her eyes, her sect leader was a good man, kind and courteous, so she had no intention of hiding anything.

After listening to this, Diao Lu had a thoughtful expression on his face.

The cold wind howled and the snowflakes were flying. After about half an hour, Yang Jian and the bloody-faced ape walked out of the woods and returned to the Nine-Fruit Silver Fir tree.

Smelling the faint smell of blood in the cold air, Yang Jian snorted, secretly thinking that sooner or later he would have to settle the score with Diao Lu.

He has always been the one who deceived people, but this time being used as a gunman made Yang Jian remember Diao Lu hard.

After taking a deep breath of the cold air that penetrated his lungs, Yang Jian calmed down and turned his mind to what he had to do now.

He looked at the bloody-faced ape and saw that it was happily digging out the corpses buried in the snow and piling them into a small pile.

After realizing what it was going to do, Yang Jian withdrew his gaze and ignored the bloody-faced ape for the time being. Instead, he jumped into the leafy treetops and leaned against the thick trunk with his eyes closed to rest.

A few seconds later, a slight chewing sound came to my ears.

Yang Jian knew that this was the bloody-faced ape eating.

And its food is the bodies of human soul sects and soul kings.

It may be difficult for ordinary people to accept this kind of thing, but Yang Jian has already taken it lightly.

It's nothing more than natural selection and survival of the fittest.

If people eat soul beasts, soul beasts can naturally eat people. Besides, without mentioning soul beasts, how can this world not be about people eating people?It's nothing more than using another less bloody, less straightforward way to eat people alive in a subtle way.

In Yang Jian's eyes, the way people eat people is thousands of times more cruel and complicated than the bloody way soul beasts cannibalize people.

Soon, another half hour passed.

Yang Jian opened his eyes and looked down.

The corpse of the Beast King Sect Soul Master had disappeared from the field of vision, leaving only some tattered pieces of clothing, and the bloody-faced ape who had eaten and drank enough, with a satisfied look on his face.

On the face of the bloody-faced ape, the nine blood lines have all solidified, and there is a tendency of converging and interweaving.

"It won't be long before it truly reaches the level of a ten-thousand-year-old soul beast." Yang Jian understood in his heart and was slightly surprised by the speed of the bloody-faced ape's progress.

He estimated that the bloody-faced violent ape had a certain ability to devour and evolve, otherwise it would be impossible for a soul beast to progress so quickly in strength.

"After being promoted to a ten-thousand-year soul beast, its strength will be greatly improved, and I will probably no longer be a match for it."

The age and cultivation level of a soul beast is similar to the threshold of some human realms. Once it is crossed, it will undergo a qualitative improvement.

Yang Jian could not imagine that the bloody-faced violent ape was capable of defeating the full-level soul king when it was not a ten-thousand-year soul beast. Then, when it really stepped into the realm of the ten-thousand-year soul beast, what kind of tyrannical strength it would have.

After pondering for a moment, Yang Jian turned down the tree, looked up at the two-meter-five-meter-tall bloody-faced violent ape with bulging muscles, and said: "Congratulations, there should be no soul more powerful than you in this soul hunting forest." A beast.”

With the blood-faced violent ape's current strength, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the uncrowned king of the soul-hunting forest.

The bloody-faced ape seemed to have heard Yang Jian's compliment, and he beat his chest loudly, making a dull sound like thunder.

"Don't resist next, I'll teach you a horizontal exercise."

"This technique is tailor-made for you, don't let me down."

Yang Jian didn't care whether the bloody-faced ape could understand his words, so he whispered.

At the same time, under the confused gaze of the bloody-faced ape, he raised his hand and touched the thick wrist of the bloody-faced ape.