Twin god-level martial souls shocked the demon emperor's wife!

"Brother, you are too outrageous now."

Yang Xiruo shook his head, the Zidian Shenxiao Spear held in his plain hand showed its sharpness.

All the young arrogances around them retreated, their eyes full of horror.

Eldest young master, you are offending anyone, this really pissed off my aunt.

"Daughter!"

"Calm down!!"

Yang Tingjun's expression changed, and he quickly reached out to stop him: "He may die if you shoot him down!"

The sickly young girl handed out the spear in her hand, as fast as a thunderbolt.

"Fuck, what a stab!!"

Yang Jinghong exclaimed,

The elders of the five major clans and Yang Tingjun shrank their pupils and raised their hands to stop them, but they were still a beat slower because of the distance.

"Crack!"

The rope that tied Yang Jinghong's ankle upside down was broken, and the hard and vertical non-mainstream blond hair hit the ground, and his head was directly inserted into the floor.

"call--"

Yang Tingjun and the clan elders couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

For a while, the anger towards Yang Jinghong, a rebellious boy, subsided a lot.

"Hi!!"

"Sister, I knew you loved me the most."

Yang Jinghong propped his hands to the floor, flipped up, stroked his yellow hair smartly, and bared his big golden teeth. The elders of the clan looked at him and wanted to rush up and give him another big blow.

What the hell, this guy doesn't look like a little suzerain.

Yang Xiruo reined in his long spear, tightened the moon-white cloak on his body, moistened his lips, and coughed lightly: "Apologize to the clan elders! How can I let the clan elders drink your pickled things?"

You girl, why mention it again!

The corners of the elders' mouths twitched, their throats were itchy, and they felt like vomiting.

Yang Jinghong bowed obediently: "I'm sorry seniors, I shouldn't have asked you to drink such precious boy's urine."

"roll!"

The grumpy red-faced Fourth Master Yang kicked Yang Jinghong's ass.

Kicked him like a dog.

This kid is typical. I'm sorry everyone, I will dare next time.

Yang Tingjun snorted coldly, and the audience was silent.

He asked seriously: "Jinghong, do you think that Luo Fanchen really has the strength to compete with your sister?"

"Please remove the 'do'."

Yang Jinghong pointed to the sky with one hand and the ground with the other,

Just when everyone was puzzled, he raised his head and showed his nostrils:

"In heaven and earth, among my peers, no one can be my brother-in-law's match."

"Not even my sister."

All the senior leaders of the sect were numb from the scalp of this anti-guzixiu, and their teeth were itchy with anger.

Yang Tingjun resisted the urge to destroy relatives righteously, gritted his teeth and said:

"Then Luo Fanchen is only a soul master now, and he is more than [-] levels behind Xi Ruo. Even if he can defeat all the talents of the Canglong Empire, how can he be your sister's opponent?"

Yang Jinghong shrugged, bared his teeth and smiled:

"That's what I thought at the time. I'm ahead of the seventeenth level, and the advantage lies with me."

"As a result, my brother-in-law beat me so much that I didn't even recognize my own father, and almost regarded me as a son."

"Nizi!! You speak well." Yang Tingjun couldn't hold back any longer.

Yang Jinghong spread his hands: "Isn't my description vivid?"

"You should praise me."

The son was completely neglected and could not be counted on. Yang Tingjun shook his head, looked at the caring little padded jacket, the number one spearwoman in the sect, "Xiruo, what do you think of this person?"

"Cough cough."

Yang Xiruo took off the silk handkerchief, the bright red was like a cuckoo weeping blood, so pitiful.

"Since brother recognizes this Luo Fanchen so much, this person must have merit."

"I just hope that this person is really talented enough to put enough pressure on my daughter to sharpen her skills."

Yang Tingjun nodded slightly, and Fourth Master Yang frowned and said:

"The old man thinks that Luo Fanchen is fine, after all, his level is slightly weaker."

"The one Xi Ruo should be most careful about is Huang Yan, the holy son of the Temple of Light."

"After only two years of practice, he has already broken through to the soul king. The twin martial souls are the top-level flame angel martial soul and the big sun candle, which is as strong as the sun."

"Yes."

"Indeed, you should be the most careful with this person!"

All the elders of the clan and the arrogance of the clan nodded their heads one after another.

The name of Shengzi Huangyan has long spread to all major forces, making people fearful.

"Holy Son Huangyan?"

Yang Jinghong was not happy anymore, and filled with righteous indignation: "That kid is nothing compared to my brother-in-law. Do you believe that my brother-in-law can hammer shit out of him in the competition?"

Yang Tingjun scolded: "Speak carefully! Silly boy, do you know what you are talking about?"

Yang Jinghong rebelliously said: "Let's make a bet that my brother-in-law is invincible."

"If my brother-in-law wins, shouldn't it be time for us to change the names we have been using for so many years?"

Yang Tingjun gasped and gasped, pointing at his nose and cursing:

"Nizi, if you lose, take away this little yellow hair and big gold teeth, and be a good son in the future."

"It's a deal! Let's make a written statement."

After all, Yang Jinghong took out a pre-written bet from behind his back like a magic trick, and even took out a box of red ink pads.

The corners of his mouth twitched as everyone looked at him, no matter how he looked at it, this kid had premeditated it.

Before Yang Tingjun pressed his fingerprints, he hesitated a little, and looked at the little padded jacket with tenderness.

"Xi Ruo, it's okay."

Yang Jinghong became anxious: "No way, you're not doubting sister's Soul Emperor-level gun fighting power, are you? Your own daughter doesn't even trust her, you beast!!!"

"Nizi, you wait!!"

Yang Tingjun didn't doubt that he was there, no matter how he thought about it, it was impossible for that kid to win the world championship, so he put his red handprint in full view.

"Brother."

Yang Xiruo called softly, and the flattered Yang Jinghong immediately cast his gaze over.

"You have idols outside, sister will not stop you."

"But the matter of brother-in-law must never be mentioned again. Sister is all about pursuing guns, and has no intention of men and women."

"Let's not talk about whether the person you mentioned can put enough pressure on my sister. If my sister wants to choose a husband one day, she will only choose the man who defeated me on the gun."

Yang Jinghong's complexion collapsed when he heard the sound, and he cried out inwardly.

It's over! It's over!

The cooked brother-in-law is about to fly, but the brother-in-law doesn't have a spear martial soul.

You can't use that gun to charge up.

Yang Jinghong was really in a hurry,

If his brother-in-law was taken away by other coquettish sluts, wouldn't he cry to death?

Without further ado, it's time to develop a drug that can completely stun my sister.

At the same time, the Xuanwu Empire, the Dark Temple, the Ten Great Sects and other hidden sects also received information, and they learned the name Qianlong City Luo Fanchen for the first time, and won the individual champion of the Canglong Empire.

In the dark hall full of pungent bloody smell.

At the end is a terrifying statue of a god hidden in the darkness, whose face cannot be seen clearly.

A round table stands in the center of the hall, and the seven thrones are empty.

Three figures wearing blood-colored patterned masks like ghosts sat in the shadows without saying a word, like dead bodies, and the waves were treacherous and terrifying.

"Crack-"

The door of the palace opened, and a figure walked in...