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

An ancient fire dragon with red scales and explosive aura roared demonstratively when it first arrived at the competition. It was full of provocation and attracted countless pairs of eyes to focus on it.

Sitting on the back of the fire dragon is one of the nine vassal kings of the Canglong Empire. The mad king has a rough face and a red dragon robe. His eyes are burning with flames, like an avenger who has been holding back for countless years and is finally about to be released.

In the Canglong Emperor City National Fighting Competition, he was slapped in the face by Luo Fanchen and lost all face.

He failed in the Death City World Championship, was slapped in the face by Luo Fanchen, was ridiculed by his brothers, and was reduced to a joke.

This time, he brought his family and children here, confident that he could regain his face.

Behind him sat a middle-aged man with a feather fan and turban, who looked like a Confucian scholar, shaking his fan, polite and wearing a white Confucian robe, which was the opposite extreme of the mad king's temperament.

King Tianwu stared at him and reminded in a deep voice:

"Ye Tiankuang, this competition between the four major military regions has no age limit and includes the most powerful and extraordinary warriors in the Soul Martial Continent. You should keep a low profile and don't lose your place in the Canglong Empire."

The mad king spat and said, "Ye Tianwu, you know nothing!"

"My son has the talent of a god. He has spent ten years honing his skills. Today he is able to dominate the world. Since he is invincible, why should he keep a low profile?"

He shook his head repeatedly: "It's a pity that the little thief Luo Fanchen is dead. I can't let my son suppress it with my own hands. I'm very sorry!!"

what! ! !

At this point, the wild and brutal Mad King beat his chest and felt regretful that Luo Fanchen died too early and too easily, without a chance for him to regain his face and relieve the hatred in his heart.

"Old Woboden, are you pretending to be Malga's arm?"

"I*you**, if my brother-in-law were alive, you wouldn't do it!!!"

The fierce and unruly shouts and curses resounded through the sky, and the mad king's laughter suddenly stopped, his face turned livid: "Who!!"

"Who is yelling!!"

Lightning suddenly appeared in the distance, and a hundred-foot purple lightning spear flew through the air. A young golden-haired boy with red lips and golden teeth was seen standing on the tip of the spear, and he raised his middle finger in the air: "Of course it's your wild father. , Yang Jinghong!"

"Death to this king!!"

The Mad King took action angrily, and punched out with his mental projection. In an instant, a fire dragon flew across the sky, but was instantly shattered by a divine spear.

When the energy storm dissipated, Yang Jinghong's mouth was tightly covered by his father, and his limbs were kicked around. Yang Tingjun said with a smile: "Mad King, please calm down, children are young, and children's words are unscrupulous. You must not act like a child!" "

The mad king almost fainted with anger, and directly slapped his hat and said: "Your Shenxiao Sect looks down on my Canglong Empire so much. Could it be that you want to start a war?"

King Yan said seriously: "Ye Tiankuang, who doesn't know that the young master of the Yang family is outspoken. He is just a child, and he cares about what to do like a child!"

Ye Tian's angry eyeballs bulged,

"Okay, crazy brother."

The Rain King opened his mouth to dissuade him, but the Viper just wanted to wait for an opportunity in the dark to launch a fatal blow, and did not like the mindless and public actions like the Mad King.

Yang Jinghong, who had just been let go, used another set of silky-smooth little combos:

"Irritable Lao Deng, do you want to torture me to death now? Are you angry that I don't participate in the competition?"

"It's okay to be angry. Who asked you to slander my brother-in-law? You're a fool!"

Yang Tingjun's face turned green.

From the perspective of the family and the sect, there is no need for the son to seek such hatred for a dead genius. It is simply not worth it to enmity the dead man and the mad king.

But as a father, it is somewhat gratifying to see that his son is such a sweet-natured person who values ​​love and justice.

So his old father is also in a very conflicted mood now.

Rebel!

I have to wipe your ass!

Yang Tingjun had a headache and comforted him: "Calm down the mad king. This sect leader knocked this kid on the head a few days ago and may have suffered a brain disease. Don't argue with a fool."

The mad king was furious and cursed: "You two, father and son, stop acting on horseback, you are the one who instigated it!"

Yang Tingjun's eyes lit up and he raised his middle finger: "Yes, it's my father who instructed me, so what, if you don't accept it, I'll fight!!"

"enough!"

The scholar-looking middle-aged man behind the Mad King stood up and stared at Yang Jinghong.

"Cough cough."

Behind Yang Jinghong came a gentle cough. The sickly beauty's lips turned white, and a handkerchief wiped a trace of bright red blood. The corners of her lips were stained with blood, which was so sad and cold that Luo Fanchen, who was paying attention from afar, felt distressed in his heart.

I'm afraid no man could bear to see such a sickly beauty hurt, but the other party was a female gunsmith who was already famous all over the world.

"Sister, let me do it!"

A figure of a man in coarse linen clothes walked forward. He had no aura, but his eyes were extremely clear and pure, with no distracting thoughts. However, in the eyes of an expert like Luo Fanchen, he felt that the figure was like a spear fixed between heaven and earth.

"Ye Feng, I, the young master of the Yang family, scolded your father just because I did. I don't think I deserve the scolding. If you want to hurt my young master, you must first get past me, Yang Nie."

"you?"

The scholar-like Ye Feng shook his head: "You are still far away."

Yang Nie smiled and said: "You will know once you try it."

From a distance, Luo Fanchen watched these two guys pretending to be cool. As a habitual offender of showing off in front of others, my hands are itchy. I, Li Qing, will give you both a try.

Yang Nie seemed to be one of his own, but there was something wrong with Yang Xiruo's eyes.

Feng Jiantang whispered: "Xiaozu, please don't underestimate those two people."

"Although the Crazy King is crazy, he is not stupid. If he didn't have confidence in his son, he would not dare to be so arrogant."

"Not only did Ye Feng inherit the ancient fire dragon bloodline of the royal family, it is said that his mother's family is even more unusual. It is rumored that he is not a human race, but a mysterious ethnic group. He was sent to his mother's house to practice since he was a child."

Luo Fanchen raised his eyebrows: "Oh?"

"How can a hidden strong woman like the Crazy King?"

Feng Jiantang grinned and whispered: "Little Ancestor doesn't know. Rumor has it that Ye Kuang's mother clan all look like nanny yakshas, ​​have mad blood, are moody, and are even more perverted than this mad king."

"No matter how much information there is, I don't know, but in this competition, I think we will definitely be able to see how powerful Ye Feng's crazy blood power is."

Xiao Fengxian asked curiously: "What about Yang Nie?"

Feng Jiantang said: "Yang Nie is also well-known in the circle. He has been a top gunman since he was a child. He has made great progress in practice. In his early twenties, he broke through to the Soul Saint. The results in the following years were astonishing. His cultivation It's stuck here, motionless, and it's difficult to break through."

"Later, he left the Shenxiao Sect and became a commoner. He traveled eight thousand miles, wandered around the world, and visited mountains and rivers. After fifteen years, he was at the peak of the eighth level when he returned."

"Taking out eighth-level demons with a spear was a big shock even to me when I first heard about it."

Speaking of this, Feng Jiantang suddenly sighed softly.

"Cousin, what are you sighing about?" Xiao Fengxian was confused.

Feng Jiantang shook his head and said: "Which of the soldiers in our military camp is not the proud one in his own family, or the legendary proud one in the local village or town? But after entering this military camp, he becomes overshadowed."

"I am among the best in our Feng camp and am respected by others, but when I compete in these four war zones, the story doesn't seem so legendary."

Luo Fanchen could understand Feng Jiantang's mood.

Just like in the legend of the previous life, the great monk who suppressed the mortal world and the ancestor of the human race, after going through hardships and ascending to the throne, was just an ordinary member of the heavenly soldiers and generals, becoming a cannon fodder to suppress the monkeys, a chess piece unable to control his own destiny.

He clasped his fingers together,

This is the fate of most people. It is indeed sad, yes.

But since he had this opportunity, he should forge ahead with determination, determined to break out of the siege and dominate his life.

Yang Jinghong resisted and did not look at Fengying.

However, his sister, who was familiar with him, noticed something was wrong and asked softly: "Jinghong, I feel like something is wrong with you today."

"No, it's because after I came back a few days ago, I'm no longer depressed."

"Yes, hahaha."

Yang Jinghong started laughing. He wanted to tell his sister that Luo Fanchen was alive, but his brother-in-law didn't say anything, so he kept his mouth shut.

As a qualified younger brother, I should leave the opportunity to show off to my older brother.

"Sister, if brother Luo Fanchen comes back from the dead, will you choose to marry him?"

Faced with Yang Jinghong's inquiry, Yang Xiruo was stunned for a moment, then her soft eyes sharpened, she stared at her brother closely, and asked via voice transmission: "Did you see him a few days ago, and that's why your mood changed?" This question?"

What the hell!

Yang Jinghong wished he could slap himself in the mouth.

My sister is sick, not stupid.

I'm so confused!