Age is the biggest sorrow of this guard in front of him, and it is also the biggest support of this guard. He doesn't believe that he can't deal with a mere brat in Qiao Ye!
The sandbag-sized fist was raised and punched down at Qiao Ye.
In this punch, the guard only used five points of his strength, because the young master of his family wanted Qiao Ye alive, not dead Qiao Ye.
Then……
The moment the fist fell, it was blocked.
The guard's eyes widened for a moment, and what met his fist was just a finger!
Qiao Ye stretched out his hand, then pointed forward and blocked his fist.
"That's it?" Qiao Ye looked at the guard and said, "If you use more strength, I can still do it!"
"asshole!"
The guard roared angrily, raised his left arm, and punched Qiao Ye hard.
boom!
Qiao Ye spread out the remaining four fingers, raised his palm and pushed, then squeezed the fist in his hand, and then Qiao Ye slowly tightened his fingers.
The guard's arm suddenly started to tremble slightly, and there was pain, severe pain, as if his metacarpal bones were about to be crushed.
At the same time, there are also incomparable surprises and fears. I have stayed in the Wu Kuang Realm for nearly ten years. Maybe I have no hope of becoming a master and breaking through to the Wu Zong Realm. However, after nearly ten years of immersion, my foundation in the Wu Kuang Realm is extremely solid.
Can't beat a kid?
It is absolutely impossible for Qiao Ye to enter the martial arts realm for more than a year!
"This is impossible..."
The guard roared, and a green light suddenly erupted from his body.
A rare eighth-grade martial spirit, a giant hammer barbarian!
But at this moment...
There were traces of black smoke seeping out of Qiao Ye's body, and the moment the black smoke seeped out, the guard instantly felt like he had fallen into an ice cave, his hands and feet were cold, and the cyan radiance emanating from his body was unexpectedly sudden.
began to dissipate.
The martial spirit cannot be used!
The guard's body began to tremble slightly, this was really...
horrible!
Rare-level martial arts are indeed very average, but even if the imperial-level martial soul is one level higher than the rare-world level, it will not make you unable to use it.
Could it be that Qiao Ye's martial spirit is of the Earth Ringing level? Or even the Heavenly Selection level?
"Waste of time!" Qiao Ye breathed a long sigh of relief: "Go away!"
Qiao Ye suddenly raised his foot, like a whip, hitting the guard's chest hard. The next moment, the guard flew back and hit a rockery not far away, knocking the
The rockery was shattered by the impact.
"You defeated a warrior at the eighth level of the Martial Madness Realm, absorbed the power of the Martial Soul, and obtained the Martial Soul Value: 8,000 points."
Time can indeed improve strength, and talent is not absolute, but it does not mean that wasting time can do the same. A warrior at the eighth level of the Martial Madness Realm has absorbed less martial souls than the Dou Wang Zhan.
There are many opponents at the seventh level of Wu Kuang Realm. It is obvious that this guard has a deviation in his understanding of himself. Time has not made his foundation in Wu Kuang Realm more solid. He is just wasting his time.
Bang, bang, bang...
At this time, applause rang out, and Qiao Ye looked sideways, but it was the young man walking out of the pavilion.
"Not bad." The other party said with a smile: "As expected of me, I can win the battle of kings with massacre."
Qiao Ye looked at the other party and said, "If you have anything to say, just say it."
"I am Xian Yuran!" Xian Yuran looked at Qiao Ye and said, "You should have heard my name, or there is no reason why you haven't heard my name!"
Qiao Ye frowned slightly. He seemed to have an impression of this name. He seemed to have heard it somewhere or seen it before.
After a moment, Qiao Ye raised his head and said: "The tenth place on the Feng Chu list, Xian Yuran?"
"Not bad!" Xian Yuran said: "You can have a fight with me, whether it is in the arena of the four cities in the southeast, northwest and northwest of Jianmen territory, or in the Tianwu Pavilion."
Qiao Ye said: "Okay!"
Xian Yuran, with the strength of the eighth level of Wu Kuang Realm, the most important thing is that he is ranked tenth on the Fengxiao list, ranking higher than Qiao Ye. This is exactly what Qiao Ye wants. He originally wanted to beat everyone in front of him.
Once again, use this method to become the first.
"I haven't finished speaking yet." Xian Yuran pointed at Qiao Ye and said, "You are going to lose!"
"Huh?" Qiao Ye raised her eyebrows and said, "Then it depends on whether you have the ability."
Xian Yuran said: "This has nothing to do with my ability, but if I want you to lose, you have to lose to me, do you understand?"
Qiao Ye was confused, but soon realized that this guy actually wanted to cheat on himself, or in other words, it was a fake fight!
Qiao Ye had a look of contempt on her face, looked at Xian Yuran and said, "Is this how you climbed to the tenth place on the Phoenix Young Ranking?"
Xian Yuran said: "It seems that you don't know who I am, so let me tell you that my father is the king of Loulan Kingdom, one of the twelve countries in the martial arts domain. I am the sixth son of the emperor of Loulan Kingdom, and my mother is
She is the master of the Ningxue Dojo in the north and the legitimate daughter of the Winter King Zhao Xuexing. Ningxue Dojo is known as the best in the north and ranks twenty-second among all the dojos in the world. My uncle Xianyu Mingliang is also a teacher at Tianwu Academy. Although I have not yet
He entered the four major academies, but he studied under Shenmen Dojo, the ninth best dojo in the world, and he is one of the direct disciples of Liang Jue, the master of Shenmen Dojo!"
As Xian Yuran spoke, he kept raising his head, his expression showing great pride and arrogance.
His background is simply perfect. With such an background, Xian Yuran has been able to refuse anything he wants since he was a child. But now, he wants to make his reputation even greater.
The ranking is higher, and Qiao Ye, who just won a beautiful battle yesterday and is in the limelight, is undoubtedly an excellent stepping stone. Defeating Qiao Ye can lead to a very glorious record.
But, at this moment...
Qiao Ye looked at Xian Yuran and said, "So what?"
"So what?" Xian Yuran was obviously stunned for a short time, and then he laughed and said: "Don't you still understand what will happen if you offend me? On the contrary, listen to me obediently, and the benefits will be yours, even,
I can also be merciful and let you be my lackey. It just so happens that my guard is really useless, how about letting you replace him?"
"Huh!" Qiao Ye exhaled and said impatiently: "If you want to play house games, go back to your Loulan country to play. Naturally, there will be people who will pamper you and be obedient to you. What do you want?
Anyone can win, but this method won't work here, and I don't have time to play with you."
Qiao Ye turned around and left. He even planned to exclude this guy from his challenge list. What a joke, a guy who relied on others to improve his performance and climbed to the tenth place in the Phoenix rankings, Qiao Ye would not be able to fight with this guy.
What a waste of time!
However, Qiao Ye's disdainful attitude made Xian Yuran's expression darken. Has he ever been so scorned, so neglected, and so ignored?
"Stop!"
Xian Yuran said and stretched out his palm to press Qiao Ye's shoulder.