As the young man entered the lobby, several eyes looked at him.
The young man's eyes were only scanning the lobby. What was he probably looking for? For a moment, his eyes narrowed, his mouth curled up, and the intensity of the fighting spirit aura rose on his face.
Ye Duoduo was laughing and chatting with Qiao'er. He picked up the wine glass on the table and took a sip of red wine. His smile turned stiff and his pupils began to shrink.
"boom--"
There was a sound of explosion without any warning. The red flames were emanating from Ye Duoduo's body. The wine glass in his hand had broken. That's where the sound came from.
Ye Duoduo turned his body, stretched out his palms and clenched them into fists, bringing up the rich soul energy, and fiercely directed the soul power of the person behind him, and collided with each other.
"boom--"
There was just a muffled sound, and the powerful soul energy was activated by the soul power. It came from Ye Duoduo's fist, and the soul energy shot out in all directions, shattering the surrounding tables and chairs. After tossing and turning, the sound broke because the soul energy was too strong.
"Click——"
Fierce soul energy came from his fist, and Ye Duoduo took a few steps back before being able to dissolve it in the red flames. The smile on his face gradually turned gloomy. When he looked up, he was waving his palms and staring at Ye Duoduo with a fierce look on his face.
The young man's dark eyes were filled with cold and violent soul energy.
In the lobby, a sudden burst of soul energy attracted the attention of all the alchemists and magicians.
The young alchemist with anxious eyes and a ferocious face was stunned for a moment.
"ah--"
Some gloated over the misfortune and watched the young man and Ye Duoduo start a spirit fight.
Naturally, he had already recognized that this was the famous young magician from the Dahua Empire.
"Aha——"
"Finally someone fights for the soul!"
Princess Murong Chan of the Royal Family, smiling and shaking the red wine in a transparent wine glass.
"Oh--"
"That's a soul-fighting maniac, Meng Long! Why are you fighting Master Yanyan's soul?"
Surrounding Princess Murong Chan, there were many magicians, most of whom were noble children. They immediately recognized the young man with a fierce face. At that time, his expression changed and he shouted out loud.
Many of the magicians here had lost their souls and been injured in the mad soul-fighting battles back then.
"Hehehehe——"
"No wonder you said something happened tonight. It turns out you were talking about Soul Fighting Maniac Meng Long!"
Gu Yun saw at a glance that the man in green robe was Meng Long. He was stunned for a moment before quietly laughing.
"Many people in the imperial capital know Meng Long. He has a somewhat admiring love for Qiao'er from the Li family and has been pursuing her. Therefore, when leaving, Zeng said with arrogance, whoever collides with Qiao'er Son, I want to destroy his soul. Naturally, I want to fight his soul!"
Princess Murong Chan showed a faint smile on her pretty face. Her beautiful eyes glanced at the soul that was caught off guard.
Ye Duoduo's face was gloomy.
"Why are you so unlucky today? It turns out that you met Meng Long, a mad soul fighting man. He and Qiao'er are so good? Can he not be jealous?"
"Meng Long is crazy about soul fighting. Tonight, Yan Yan will most likely have a fierce soul fighting between the two of them, which will be uncomfortable."
"At the beginning, when Meng Long left the royal capital of the Dahua Empire and went to the border, he was already a magician with a second round of soul rings. Now, three years have passed, and he has been training in the military camp to cultivate his soul power, at least to the level of a devil master. Stronger."
"Soul fighting is in the name of soul defeat, soul injury, and even the possibility of soul destruction. Naturally, it is hard to love. If you provoke a girl that others like, you have to pay a price!"
"A country bumpkin came to the capital, looked down upon no one, regarded himself as noble, and stole the girls that others liked."
Meng Long sneered.
Now, he just wanted to inspire Ye Duoduo's soul energy to explode completely.
"This is the Huang family. Patriarch Huang will not let Meng Long, who is crazy about fighting souls, fight too fiercely. If Meng Long wants to teach Yanyan a lesson, he can only choose soul speed in the spirit fight. Or, Patriarch Huang Stand up, maybe if Li Haona comes back, he won't have this chance!"
Princess Murong Chan smiled.
Of course, this afternoon, Ye Duoduo politely declined her invitation, obviously not giving face to the royal princess. Can she go out to reconcile the dissatisfaction?
The soul-fighting maniac Meng Long sneered.
"Hmph——"
"Once the soul-fighting maniac Meng Long activates his soul power, he will provoke the fighting spirit without any nonsense. Look, soon, the fighting scene will become fierce!"
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the commotion in the lobby.
Ye Duoduo's fists stretched out for a while and clenched tightly for a while. Repeatedly, he felt numb. Meng Long in front of him was like a tiger that had broken into the mountains, fierce and violent, and could be described as a soul-fighting maniac. Take a deep breath.
"hiss--"
"I think there's something wrong with this guy's brain!"
Suddenly, a fierce soul fighting broke out, and Ye Duoduo understood that the soul fighting maniac Meng Long was looking for trouble for him, and he wanted to defeat, hurt, or even destroy his soul, and he would not let him go.
If the fighting spirit is suddenly provoked, if the reaction is slow, this spirit power is activated, and the spirit energy collides, I am afraid that the spirit will be injured at that time.
The inexplicable soul-fighting madness, filled with anger because of the madness to win love, became a killer and became furious.
Meng Long, the soul-fighting maniac, grinned at Ye Duoduo, his snow-white teeth looking ferocious. The image of the young man in green robe only contains his fiery eyes, full of anger, just because his beloved Qiaoer was taken away. Rourou said with a smile.
"Hehehehe——"
"Sister Qiao'er, long time no see. She's getting more and more beautiful. She is indeed the wife I have been pursuing!"
"snort--"
"you you you--"
"Meng Long, you are simply a lunatic!"
Qiaoer's cheeks were angry for a moment and looked a little flushed. The plump breasts rise and fall slightly.
Unexpectedly, after two years of not seeing each other, the soul-fighting maniac Meng Long became more and more arrogant and unreasonable. He would not say anything and would directly challenge others to fight souls, which would result in their souls being defeated, injured, or even destroyed.
"Why--"
"Master Yanyan, are you okay?"
Qiaoer walked quickly to Ye Duoduo, looked at him, looked him up and down, and said hello.
Ye Duoduo shook his head, keeping his eyes on the man in green robe in front of him, and asked casually.
"who is he?"
"He is Meng Long, the young master of the Meng family, a very troublesome lunatic. A soul-fighting maniac, I think his brain is broken."
"At the beginning, I asked the palace to transfer him to the border for training. That's why I avoided him."
Qiaoer smiled bitterly for a moment.
"This man is fierce in spirit fighting and vicious in his attacks. He is too insidious!"
Ye Duoduo smiled softly. From time to time, the smile evoked a cold murderous chill, causing Qiao'er's pretty face to change for a moment.
"Don't be impulsive. Meng Long is the treasure of the Ma family and an outstanding magician of the younger generation. When he was transferred to the border, he was a magician with strong soul power. After three years of training in the military camp, his soul power level increased. People who are chasing after their seniors!”
"You, you, you must be extra careful!"
Qiao'er is familiar with Ye Duoduo's personality, and anyone who provokes a spirit fight with him or has a fierce spirit fight will definitely anger him. At this point, he was really angry.
However, Meng Long on the opposite side is a man with strong soul power. In a soul battle, it is still unknown whether the soul will win or lose. The soul fighting has not officially started yet, Qiaoer just dissuades it.
"Boy, you are new to the Imperial Capital and you are so daring to get so close to Qiaoer? Do you know that she is the wife I am pursuing?"
