Qiaoer showed great concern for Ye Duoduo, which naturally inspired Meng Long to overturn his jealousy. The fierceness and violence on Meng Long's face became even stronger. He twisted his neck, and there was a crackling sound of bones.
"Kaka——"
"Chacha——"
Ye Duoduo shook his body, and the soul energy in his body was concentrated. He looked at Meng Long who was not hiding the murderous chill in his heart, and pursed his lips. Just looking at the lobby for a week, several members of the Huang family began to step back to make room for the two of them to fight.
It seems that it is inevitable that the soul fighting will begin.
Qiaoer knew that the young man in front of him did bring a dangerous signal to Ye Duoduo. Even so, Ye Duoduo had no intention of hiding behind the woman and standing in a stalemate, just to wait for the arrival of the Huang clan leader Huang Yifeng and other members of the Huang clan.
Previously, Meng Long provoked a soul fight and almost suffered soul damage. This caused the feud and love feud that Ye Duoduo had suppressed for several years to explode together.
Therefore, he did not choose to tolerate others bullying him anymore.
Qiaoer tried to persuade him, but he refused.
Ye Duoduo reached out with his right hand and activated the Wind Wheel Technique. A suction force and extremely ferocious soul energy shattered a chair leg under his feet. The crimson flame that suddenly burst out was the fire from the center of the earth, and it shot toward Meng Long like lightning.
"snort--"
"You doll, you have the guts to activate your soul power!"
Meng Long, the soul-fighting maniac, laughed ferociously and watched as Ye Duoduo was the first to activate his soul power. It was just that the soul energy in his body was gushing out, and the soul energy was driven by the soul power. It attached to a pair of fists, and actually turned the impacting soul energy into the color of dead wood.
The few people's space in the Wuyi lobby has become the focus of all the alchemists and magicians.
Meng Long, a mad soul fighting man, saw that Ye Duoduo did not retreat, but instead took the initiative to provoke a soul fighting.
Meng Long's soul power level is that of a devil master. Ye Duoduo's move provoked a fighting spirit, just to show off in front of Qiaoer.
"I'm afraid this kid will have to suffer a little!"
"Isn't it better to just stand quietly and wait for Patriarch Huang and the others to arrive? But he insists on overestimating his ability and provokes a soul fight, so that he is humiliated and defeated, and his soul is injured. Isn't it very serious?"
Meng Long, the soul-fighting maniac, just shook his head.
"It seems that no matter how outstanding the magician is, in the presence of a beauty, the hero will still be in trouble with the beauty!"
"Heroes save beauties, that's what a man is like!"
The royal princess Murong Chan swayed the bright wine glass and smiled like an evil witch. A princess who often lives in the palace will not be optimistic about Ye Duoduo and Meng Long's soul fighting.
Ye Duoduo and Meng Long were fighting for their souls. Their faces were as sinking as water, and their cold eyes were staring at Meng Long, whose face was full of ferocity.
As he was about to reach Meng Long, he turned on his heels and moved to Meng Long's left hand side like a strange figure.
Ye Duoduo clenched his right fist, and the big chair was covered in red soul energy. It brought up an extremely fierce soul energy and, driven by the soul power, hit Meng Long's head mercilessly.
"hey-hey--"
Meng Long just sneered, feeling the strong soul energy above his head, and his fists suddenly came up to resist, and they collided with the hard chair.
"boom--"
There was just a muffled sound, and the sturdy chair exploded in all directions due to the impact of soul energy. The remains of the foot chair, mixed with the soul energy that Meng Long had already used to activate his soul power, flew like lightning and smashed into Ye Duoduo with pieces of sawdust.
Ye Duoduo tilted his head slightly, and from his hidden sight, he felt that the soul energy from the fist was coming from the fragments of wood, and it flashed past Ye Duoduo's shoulder. The rich soul energy makes the skin feel a burning pain.
This slight pain did not slow down Ye Duoduo's activation of his soul power.
The soul-fighting maniac Meng Long punched past him, causing Ye Duoduo's body to slide down strangely. At the same time, he turned his body in a half-turn, supporting his right palm on the ground, twisting his waist, and swinging his feet in a half-circle, carrying a sharp soul energy and crossing it towards Meng Long's neck. That appearance was as sharp as a sharp knife, cutting it.
"Hello--"
"Boy, your soul power is pretty good!"
Meng Long, the soul-fighting maniac, felt a little strange. Ye Duoduo actually launched a sharp sword soul energy. Even his eyes were filled with enthusiasm. His arms were protecting his neck, and his skin quickly turned into a withered yellow color. Just like two pieces of hard dead wood.
"boom--"
The pedal hit Meng Long's arm, making two strange sounds. However, the huge soul power contained in the soles of his feet brought about a richness of soul energy, forcing Meng Long to take a step back.
After all, Meng Long is a spirit-fighting maniac and has experience in spirit-fighting. In this regard, he is superior to Ye Duoduo.
He stepped back, cleverly stabilized his body, and kicked Ye Duoduo hard on the head with his toes.
"Oh--"
A kind of surprise quickly flashed in Ye Duoduo's eyes. After stabilizing his body, he suddenly turned his balanced left hand. Unexpectedly, a wisp of crimson flame appeared on his fist and slammed it away, just in time with Meng Long. The soles of their feet collided violently.
"boom--"
There was a fierce clash of souls between the two. Where the two fists and feet came into contact, sparks shot out.
Ye Duoduo rested his right hand on the ground, and several small cracks were spreading from the ground.
"Yo yo——"
This time fighting for spirits, both of them let out a muffled groan.
Ye Duoduo tapped the ground with his right hand, and the hard floor exploded.
"Chichi——"
With the help of this counter-pushing soul force, his figure was ejected and landed lightly on the ground. He took a few steps back to dissolve the soul energy.
At this time, his expression became solemn, and when he looked at the other party again, Meng Long knocked a table into pieces.
In the lobby, in a short time, all the alchemists and magicians watched a thrilling spirit battle.
It was a hand-to-hand soul fight. In a short period of time, the two people experienced a thrilling hand-to-hand fight.
In the previous battle of souls, everyone was in a state of despair. They were so overwhelmed by the feeling of being killed by the opponent that they would not show mercy to their souls for defeat, soul injury, or even soul destruction. Because the two sides became extremely embarrassed because of the soul fighting.
Everyone in the lobby looked at Ye Duoduo in surprise.
The black-clothed young man Yan Yan, a second-level alchemist, was actually no worse than the soul-fighting madman Meng Long when it came to fighting souls.
The soul fighting was short-lived, and the soul fighting scene was like lightning and thunderbolts. The intensity had already shocked everyone.
Meng Long, the soul-fighting madman, is a magician among the younger generation in the royal capital of the Dahua Empire. He has rich experience in soul-fighting, is talented in cultivating soul power, and ranks among the best in soul power. Soul ring promotion is very fast, especially after three years of experience in military camp life. Meng Long became a young soul powerhouse. In that soul fight, he couldn't win.
In this soul fight, Meng Long fully activated his soul power and released all the soul energy in his Dantian, but he was still unable to defeat Yan Yan, an ordinary-looking young man in black. That is the level of Ye Duoduo's soul power today.
"Hahahaha--"
"Really, I didn't expect that Young Master Yan Yan has good soul power in his soul fighting!"
Royal Princess Murong Chan looked at Ye Duoduo in shock. She knew the level of Meng Long's soul power best and was good at fighting souls. She couldn't defeat Ye Duoduo's soul, hurt her soul, and ended in a draw.
Meng Long, the soul-fighting madman, was even more shocked and twitched his mouth. In this soul-fighting scene, Ye Duoduo activated his soul power and was defeated. I was in a bad mood, and when I heard Princess Murongchan's words, I felt even more unhappy.
"If I, Meng Long, boldly activate my soul power, I will fight to a quick and decisive battle. Hmm, I dare say that Young Master Yan Yan will definitely lose his soul and be wounded in my hands!"
"Yo yo, maybe!"
Princess Murong Chan seemed to have heard it and smiled noncommittally.
