A woman's mind is much more observant and detailed than that of Meng Long, who has a grudge.
During the soul fight, Meng Long stepped back and she saw it. When the foot stepped back, it felt a little unnatural. In the previous soul fight, Meng Long seemed to have some soul damage and was secretly wounded.
"Master Yanyan, are you okay?"
Qiao'er was impatient. Seeing Ye Duoduo retreat from the fighting spirit, he hurried forward and asked worriedly.
During the conversation, the delicate hands were holding Ye Duoduo's sleeves, obviously not wanting him to fight for his soul anymore.
"It's okay, I'm okay!"
Ye Duoduo smiled, his fists in his sleeves were slightly trembling, his hands were trembling slightly, and the pain in his fists slowly disappeared.
"This doll has a high level of soul power! It looks like he should be a devil master!"
Ye Duoduo felt the pain on his fist and secretly guessed.
"snort--"
"I think he must not be feeling well. He suffered a hidden loss due to the soul-fighting of my fire-type martial soul and the burning of the fire from the center of the earth."
Glancing at the soles of Meng Long's feet, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Meng Long, the soul-fighting maniac, stared at Ye Duoduo with a fierce look on his face, grinning at the severe pain coming from his soles. The soul energy in the body circulates and wraps around, turning the color of the soles of the feet into green.
Meng Long cultivates soul power, and the wood-type martial soul has a certain curative effect on injuries. As the soul energy lingered, the sole of the foot, which was not seriously injured by the soul, gradually recovered.
Meng Long, the soul-fighting maniac, asked Ye Duoduo with a grin.
"Boy, your soul power is pretty good! I didn't expect that a pampered alchemist would not only be a magician, but he would also activate the Flame Spiritual Fire in the soul fight."
At this time, Meng Long was like a tiger that had lost its sharp teeth and grinned fiercely. This kind of fighting spirit, if on the battlefield, would be a rare warrior.
"Hey Hey--"
Ye Duoduo sneered and said nothing, the crimson soul energy, mixed with the lingering fire from the center of the earth, lingering on the surface of the body.
"Boy, no matter who you are, you are not allowed to touch the woman I like!"
The smile on Meng Long's face suddenly disappeared and he roared. The powerful soul energy burst out from the body, and when the soul power was activated, a ray of soul energy formed a protective film on the body surface.
Ye Duoduo's eyes narrowed. He did not expect that a soul power expert at the level of Meng Long, a demon master, would actually have a soul energy protective film.
However, this protective film is only beginning to take shape. The defensive soul energy is still as rich as a magician's.
"This baby is crazy about fighting souls and is going to start a fight!"
Ye Duoduo murmured to himself, his face gradually became serious, and he felt that the fire in the core of the body slowly overflowed, forming a rich soul energy.
"Meng Long, you are a madman, stop it."
The soul-fighting maniac Meng Long refused to give up, and Qiaoer was so angry that her pretty face turned blue.
Meng Long ignored Qiao'er's angry shouting, and the soul energy on the surface of his body became more and more intense. A powerful soul energy rose from the body.
"snort--"
"Whoever wants to use the woman I like, Meng Long will definitely kill him!"
The sole of his foot landed on the ground, and a spider web-like crack spread from where he landed.
Meng Long leaned forward.
"call--"
With a roar, it turned into a green figure and shot towards Ye Duoduo. Wherever it passed, ravines many feet deep spread out.
The Huang family hall turned into a mess.
Ye Duoduo felt the intensity of the soul energy lingering around Meng Long's body, his expression hardened for a moment, and he pulled Qiao'er behind him. In the sleeve of the robe, on the palm of the hand, there is a wisp of crimson flame, which is the fire from the center of the earth, leaping into action and appearing strangely.
Meng Long's soul was so fast that he appeared in front of Ye Duoduo in the blink of an eye. He raised his fist, which was filled with soul energy as sharp as a sharp knife, and had extremely soul-damaging power.
"Wind Wheel Technique, green wind blade, activate -"
The soul-fighting maniac Meng Long couldn't hold it back, and with a low roar, the green whirlwind-like sharp knives, mixed with a powerful soul energy, hit Ye Duoduo hard.
Ye Duoduo's dark eyes were focused on the fist that was getting closer and closer like a cold chill. It was an oppressive soul energy that pressed the black clothes on his body tightly against the skin.
In Ye Duoduo's sleeves and on his fists, there was a red flame. It was the fire from the center of the earth. Under the pressure of this soul energy, it burned more and more fiercely, and the extremely hot soul energy condensed rapidly.
Ye Duoduo launched the Fire Soul Fight in the Earth's Core, frowning slightly as he felt the pressure from his soul. He leaned forward and paused. At the same moment, a cold and sweet voice sounded in the lobby.
"Meng Long, stop it!"
As soon as the shouts passed, a snow-white shadow fell like lightning and appeared strangely in front of Ye Duoduo.
From the corner of Ye Duoduo's eyes, he saw the beautiful figure in the snow robe flashing in front of him in mid-air, it was Huang Ying. After three years of not seeing each other, the soul speed has become so fast!
"Wind Wheel Technique, activate—"
Huang Ying's pretty face was slightly cold. She looked at Meng Long who still hadn't stopped fighting for the soul. She took out the loose-sleeved robe with her slender hands. She flicked her jade onion fingers and five wisps of wind soul energy appeared on her hand.
Five wisps of soul energy, the soul power of the five fingers, spurred and shot towards Meng Long fiercely.
"boom--"
It hit Meng Long's head, and saw fragments of sawdust shot out in all directions. When the Wind Wheel Jue was activated, the intensity of the soul energy made Meng Long take a few steps back. Every step you take will leave deep footprints on the ground.
Meng Long took the last step back, even his shoulders were shaking. An invisible and colorless soul energy came out of his body, leaving a mark on the wooden pillar behind him.
"Huang Ying, I really didn't expect that after two years of not seeing you, your soul power would be so strong. It seems that the head of the Kunshan School, Hanshuang, has taught you, a disciple, to advance in the soul ring, and your soul power has improved a lot. , the soul energy has become so strong. She is really attentive!"
Fighting Spirit Meng Longtian licked the blood that had flowed out of his fist with a somewhat surprised expression, ignoring the pain.
"Meng Long, this is the Huang family, not the Meng family. Young Master Yan Yan is a guest invited by the Huang family. In the lobby, you are fighting souls in front of so many alchemists and magicians. It is really unreasonable and simply wanton! "
Huang Ying drank softly.
Soul-fighting maniac Meng Long narrowed his eyes and clenched his fists. Looking at the lobby, Huang Yifeng, Huang Siqiang, and Huang Ying, three generations of ancestors and grandchildren, were already walking over quickly. Huang Ying had activated her soul power in advance.
When Meng Long, the soul-fighting maniac, saw the three generations of Huang Lao clan leader and his grandson appearing, this soul battle was naturally declared over, and there would be no chance of another soul battle against Ye Duoduo. In desperation, he waved his hand, raised his chin, looked at Ye Duoduo, and said.
"For Miss Huang's sake, I don't have to destroy you today. From now on, you will never be allowed to touch the woman I like, otherwise, I will destroy you anytime, anywhere!"
"Ha ha ha ha--"
"I, Yanyan, will always accompany you to the end!"
Ye Duoduo sneered.
In this soul fighting, the soul power level of the soul fighting madman is just a devil master. On the surface, he is on the same level as himself, but he can lose his soul and be injured without any effort.
"Okay, boy, you have the backbone, I admire you, I admire you, I admire you, Meng Long really admires you!"
"I just returned to the capital of the Dahua Empire from the border, and I unexpectedly met you, a madman who is crazier than me in fighting souls. I will step on my feet anytime, anywhere, and make you lose your soul, hurt your soul, and succumb to me!"
Fighting Spirit Meng Long grinned at Ye Duoduo. His sharp white teeth revealed a cruel and cold heart.
"Okay, if you want to trample me under your feet and have your soul defeated or hurt by me, then you have to act within your ability. You know what level your soul power is, how many rounds of soul rings you have advanced to, how much the concentration of your soul energy has increased by 10%, and how many times your soul energy has increased through cultivation. The soul power is a few rounds of martial souls, and there are a few wisps of spiritual fire from the Five Continents in the body. After weighing it, come and fight with me again!"
When Ye Duoduo saw Meng Long's arrogant and domineering temperament, he became cruel and did not flinch at all. He just needed to provoke the fighting spirit in tit-for-tat. All the alchemists, magicians, and Huang family heads and elders in the hall were all shocked.
