Meng Yun looked at the flying dragon beast flying in the air with a confused expression, unable to figure out the situation.
He hurriedly waved back, and a large number of magicians gathered behind him, swarming up and protecting him. Look at the sky with vigilant eyes.
That was the arrival of an uninvited guest.
"Everyone, this is a magician from a weak land who talks about the empire."
Han Tan's face was gloomy, he looked at the ten flying dragon beasts in the sky and said a cold word.
"Today's soul fight is a matter of the Kunshan Sect. Please don't meddle in other people's business."
"Ha ha ha ha--"
"As expected, it was the Kunshan sect that provoked the fighting spirit!"
A sound of laughter came from the back of the flying dragon beast suspended in the air.
The figures flashed, and more than a dozen figures flashed down from the back of the flying dragon beast and fell into the courtyard.
The entire city lord's mansion was shrouded in more than ten wisps of rich soul energy.
The magicians here are retreating like a tide. After a while, their soul power was suppressed.
Elder Hantan's expression suddenly became even more ugly. The spirit sensed those who came, and their soul power level was obviously higher than theirs.
Han Tan's strong soul energy was suppressed, and many magicians in the courtyard felt it. They looked at each other for a moment, and their hearts became more vigilant.
Those who come are not good, and those who are good will not come. Today's battle for souls has plunged into unprecedented intensity.
Meng Yun quietly ordered the magicians around him not to act rashly and to be cautious, and swept towards the more than ten figures jumping off the back of the flying dragon beast one by one.
Standing at the front was a young man in black robe, who looked to be twenty years old.
Meng Yun was stunned for a moment, seeming to recognize him.
"hiss--"
For a while, it was difficult to recall the feeling of having a relationship in the past. While thinking, his eyes quickly swept over the others, and he felt that the soul power levels of the newcomers were all above the fifth-round soul ring.
For a moment, a turbulent wave emerged in my heart.
It's just that the familiar magician in front of me has a somewhat unclear soul power level. I wonder how many soul rings he has surpassed me?
Meng Yun's throat rolled, and his mouth was dry.
But there are more than a dozen magicians, magicians who surpass their own soul power.
Such a terrifying formation.
These people are not from Zhongzhou Continent. They seem to be from Nanzhou Continent?
Why is there no such source?
Some nearby empires and sects have not had so many powerful souls gather in such a short period of time.
Meng Yun looked ugly.
Han Tan's expression wasn't much better?
They all use mental telepathy, and even if these magicians have the lowest soul power level, they must be above the four-round soul ring.
The young man in black robe, first and foremost, and the charming, cold-as-cold beauty in red robe will not be able to sense their soul power levels. The fear arises from this.
The city lord's mansion and the front courtyard fell into a strange silence after the arrival of these uninvited guests.
Han Tan, as well as the magicians of the Kunshan Sect on the courtyard wall, did not dare to touch without permission.
"Who is your Excellency?"
"I, do you know Han Tan, the elder of the Kunshan sect, and Han Biao, the former head of the Kunshan sect?"
“I wonder if your Excellency, have you ever heard of Kunshan Kunshan Sect?”
After a long while, Han Tan finally suppressed the fear in his heart and bowed his hands to the young man in black robe in front of him. The voice became gentler and more polite.
He just moved out the former head Han Biao, thinking that it would overwhelm the enemy and increase the popularity of this spirit fight, which would undoubtedly intimidate magicians with unknown origins and make them fearful.
"Han Biao, I have some personal grudges with him."
The young man in black robe smiled, with a playful expression on his lips.
"call--"
It turned out that he came to settle the personal grudge between the former head Han Biao. Han Tan breathed a sigh of relief.
Since people have heard the name of the former leader Han Biao, they naturally know the reputation of the Kunshan Sect in the Dahua Empire and dare not provoke the fighting spirit without authorization.
Imagine that Han Biao, the demon master with the seven-wheeled soul ring, might not necessarily have to consider the significance of provoking this soul battle.
Ye Duoduo, a young man in black robe, had a more obvious joke on his lips. Take the first two steps slowly.
Moving forward, the magicians behind Meng Yun and Han Tan could only take two steps back, looking very vigilant.
Ye Duoduo, a young man in black robe, turned his attention to Meng Yun, who was already under tight guard.
Meng Yun's scalp was numb, and the soul ax in his hand was shaking a little. His mind sensed that if the mysterious young man in black robe provoked him to fight, he would not even have a chance to escape, and his soul would be injured and destroyed.
"Hehehehe——"
"Brother Meng, don't be nervous. Three years ago, you let me live. Ye Duoduo will remember this kindness in his heart!"
Ye Duoduo, a young man in black robe, smiled softly. The tone of speaking made all the magicians in the courtyard fall into astonishment.
Meng Yun's eyes always stayed on that familiar face just because of the topic of the black-robed young man Ye Duoduo.
His eyes suddenly noticed the huge Nine-turn Soul Iron being carried behind him. Thoughts flashed in my mind, covering up three years of memory, and I recovered for a while.
"You, you, you are Ye Duoduo."
The shock in Meng Yun's eyes, mixed with a feeling of disbelief, came out from his mouth. The handsome faces were almost stunned, and the magicians on both sides of the front yard were once again shocked and fell into a daze.
Lots of leaves.
After three years of vicissitudes, many names have been gradually forgotten. The memories in Meng Yun's mind were mentioned by Ye Duoduo. Things that happened three years ago came to mind one by one and kept pouring out.
A series of dull eyes looked at the young man in black robe carrying the Nine-turn Soul Iron. At this moment, that delicate and familiar face, reflecting the image of a young boy back then, completely overlapped.
"Ye Duoduo, how could he still be alive?"
Elder Hantan fell into a daze because of the name that suddenly came out of Meng Yun's mouth.
Suddenly, like a cat that stepped on its tail, it screamed in disbelief.
Some of the Kunshan Sect disciples on the courtyard wall also looked shocked.
Now, they understood that what Ye Duoduo said was about some personal disputes with the former head Han Biao.
The grievances between the Kunshan faction and the Ye family are indeed not small. It should be said that they are a life-and-death feud.
It was a feud, a family feud, a love feud.
Ye Duoduo looked at the various expressions of all the magicians in the city lord's mansion and the courtyard, and shook his head with a smile.
"snort--"
"To this day, that old dog of the Kunshan Sect, Han Biao, is still alive. Why did my soul die?"
Elder Hantan's face twitched, and there was still an unbelievable feeling in his eyes.
Three years ago, this kid first went to Kunshan and then went to Kunshan again, turning the Kunshan sect upside down.
He was the culprit who destroyed Kunshan, but he was pursued and killed all the way without losing his soul.
Nowadays, the soul power level is good, how many soul power levels have been improved, and how many rounds of soul rings have been promoted.
Han Tan's heart beat even harder. Now, he understood why the head of the sect, Han Biao, used the soul power of the entire sect to hunt down this teenage boy.
The young man's ambition, extraordinary talent and potential, and increased soul power are really terrifying!
"Fighting the soul, the soul will destroy him!"
Han Tan's eyelids trembled, and suddenly, he shouted ferociously.
"We can't keep this kid, we must destroy his soul!"
More than a dozen Kunshan sect disciples on the courtyard wall gave a sharp shout. The rich soul energy in his body surged out under the influence of soul power. There were sharp sounds of breaking the wind, and in an instant, the sharp soul sword brought up Yin Hong from their chests.
Only the life in his eyes was dim, and when it disappeared quickly, he turned his head forcefully, and saw the faces, all of which were indifferent and full of bloodthirsty.
"boom--"
"Bang bang——"
