The reminder made Ye Xianxian smile, but she just wrinkled her delicate little face.
The little girl's coquettish and coquettish style made the eyes of the nearby magician tribe go straight.
After the banter, Ye Duoduo smiled.
"hehe--"
Take two steps back, spread your feet apart, clasp your hands, close your eyes tightly, and the soul energy in your body surges and starts to circulate along the meridians.
Ye Xianxian leaned lazily against the wall, her beautiful body perfectly wrapped in a tight-fitting dress, her beautiful eyes staring closely at the little boy doll whose soul power was activated. However, the golden light danced playfully in those eyes.
"hehe--"
Ye Duoduo's closed eyes suddenly opened, her feet touched the ground, her figure was strange, she spun sharply, reversed her body, faced the halo, and a sharp sound of breaking wind hit the red halo.
"The roar of a wild lion——"
Ye Duoduo shouted coldly and slammed his fist against the halo.
Circles of ripples expanded rapidly from the center of the halo.
"boom--"
Ye Duoduo's little face was solemn.
However, the halo burst like a glass bottle.
Ye Duoduo breathed out slowly.
"call--"
The arm shook, and the black sleeves were revealed.
"Crash-"
Ye Duoduo looked at the broken red halo, but Ye Xianxian clapped her little hands.
"Pat, pat, pat—"
He pursed his rosy mouth and nodded.
"The fire soul ring is not bad, and its attack power is extremely strong."
Ye Duoduo twisted his neck, stretched his arms, and gave a faint smile.
"hehe--"
"We can only make do with it!"
The dozen or so magicians who looked at him felt a little tight in their chests.
The powerful soul power is really terrifying.
Obviously, he is attacking people!
"Hehehehe——"
"Let's go inside and take a look. What martial spirits are there?"
Ye Duoduo took the lead in facing the red solid wood door, raised his chin, and entered.
The light in the room was a little brighter. Although it is not spacious, there is a stone platform in the middle, and a red martial arts secret book is quietly placed on it.
Ye Duoduo stepped forward, picked up the red secret book with interest, opened it and read it.
"Second round soul ring absorption, 19th level soul power. Calming fire."
"Yeah, not bad. This is the most advanced fire-type soul ring of the Ye family."
"Hehehehe——"
"It seems that Grandpa has put a lot of effort into Duoduo!"
Behind Ye Duoduo, Ye Xianxian's smile came.
Ye Duoduo smiled and nodded, feeling a touch of warmth in his heart.
A delicate white hand suddenly stretched out from behind and took the red secret book from Ye Duoduo's hand.
Ye Xianxian tilted her head slightly and played with the secret book.
"Duoduo, in the future, you may be able to get more advanced martial arts secrets. However, when you first start practicing soul power, the higher the level of the soul ring, the greater the impact on your future cultivation."
"The soul power absorbed by the second round of soul rings is transcendent, exceeding level 19. This kind of soul ring is indeed too low!"
Ye Duoduo smiled faintly and nodded slightly.
"Um--"
Ye Duoduo's face looked a little calm, Ye Xianxian's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she sighed helplessly.
"well--"
She flicked her fingers, and a crimson martial arts secret book appeared in her hand.
"Duoduo, how about it? Fire soul ring, five rounds of soul ring absorption, soul power is level 39. Control fire."
Ye Xianxian touched the martial arts secret book and whispered.
"Duoduo, with this kind of martial arts, I feel shameless and uncomfortable. However, Xianxian feels that you are not that kind of pedantic person. Only the fire control martial arts secrets can be successfully practiced. In the future, the soul power will be improved and the increase will be amazing. Oh! So, you must learn."
The little girl clutched a scroll of martial arts secrets. Ye Duoduo could only smile bitterly.
"well--"
Ye Duoduo stretched out his palm and touched her head affectionately. Then, in Ye Xianxian's slightly injured Shui Ling eyes, he retrieved the scroll of the second-round soul ring and the martial arts secret book of the 19th-level soul power.
"Duoduo, you——"
Ye Xianxian looked a little aggrieved, with her small mouth raised, her watery eyes full of moisture, and she still looked charming.
"Hehehehe——"
"Thank you Xianxian, don't I have to accept your things just because of face issues?"
Ye Duoduo smiled tenderly, lowered his head and whispered softly into Ye Xianxian's delicate ears.
Ye Xianxian said.
"Duoduo, can you get a better martial spirit?"
"Xianxian, let me just believe you!"
Ye Duoduo walked out of the room, looked at the magicians nearby who were still immersed in shock, and shook his head. When Ye Xianxian came out, the two walked out of the passage leisurely.
Two hours is not a short time.
Ye Duoduo and Ye Xianxian were not in a hurry to go out.
The library is usually closed, so it is a rare opportunity to come in and look around to satisfy your curiosity.
In the fire passage, Ye Xianxian walked into a room casually and took out a round of soul ring absorption and martial arts secrets for seventh-level soul power. Accompanying Ye Duoduo, he walked into other five-system passages.
The atmosphere in the library put a smile on Ye Duoduo's face.
Ye Duoduo calculated the time, hesitated, and smiled at Ye Xianxian beside him.
"Haha, let's go, the time is almost up!"
Ye Xianxian nodded indifferently.
"Um--"
Follow Ye Duoduo through a passage and walk straight outside the library.
At this time, Ye Duoduo suddenly raised his eyebrows. Not far away, Ye Rong, dressed in a red dress, turned red with anxiety.
A halo of light floated around.
Judging from her appearance, she couldn't break the halo if she wanted to get the martial arts secrets in the room.
Ye Rong was wearing a delicate red dress, with a slightly tight skirt that perfectly highlighted her voluptuous waist. Her bulging front and back were extremely beautiful.
That innocent and beautiful face was just covered with anxiety. Liu's eyebrows were furrowed, but he still looked cute, which made the magician boys around him seem to be trying to save the beauty, but they were unable to do so.
Ye Rong is in a bad mood now, and she looks anxious.
It seemed that when she entered the library today, her grandfather secretly told her the room number and also specifically told her to get the martial spirit.
After much effort and debate, I got the news from the person who arranged the library.
The second elder believed that Ye Rong had obtained the second round of soul ring absorption and had a nineteenth-level soul power. That is the wind martial spirit.
This is the starting line for her to cultivate her soul power, and she is ahead of the young magicians in her clan.
Grandpa got the exact room number and ignored the strength of the halo.
Ye Rong tried hard for a while but failed to break the halo.
The young magician in the clan coveted her beauty and wanted to help, but his soul power could not break the halo.
Hitting the aura increases the number of magicians and the intensity of the aura will also increase.
Launching the soul power attack, it is still nothing.
Two hours are coming. If the halo cannot be broken, Ye Rong will have no choice but to exit the library in defeat.
Thinking of this, a little fire could not help but appear in her beautiful big eyes, and her charming appearance was a bit lovable.
His mist-like gaze swept over the male dolls around him.
Ye Rong could only smile bitterly, shaking her head, her beautiful eyes suddenly paused.
That was a young man in black, with his hands on the back of his head, walking indifferently.
Ye Rong twitched her straight jade nose, and her despairing heart suddenly became excited.
Wiping away the tears that fell, she looked pitifully at the little boy walking over, earnestly hoping that he could help.
The magicians in the clan all turned their attention to Ye Duoduo. Whispering words.
It's just that kind of weak eyesight mixed with awe.
For a moment, the noisy passage fell silent.
Dozens of eyes were watching Ye Duoduo.
Ye Duoduo's little face looked plain, she just walked over and passed by the little girl who was hesitant to speak without looking away.
