She groaned in pain, and her face turned from pale to red.

At this time, the sound of bombing came from her dantian, and the pain in her chest made her scream: "Ah..."

As soon as he fell down, he lay back on the bed. At this time, the strange smell in his body stopped rushing around.

Her body felt relieved, and a ball of black gas slowly emerged from the back of her left hand.

That spot was particularly hot. Ye Zhikuang raised his hand and found a strange dragon-shaped icon on the back of his hand.

"This is..." Another level of martial arts.

This is a continent where martial arts are respected. If people want to get ahead, they must work hard to become a martial arts master.

The levels of martial soul masters are: soul disciple, soul warrior, soul master, great soul master, soul sect, soul master, and soul emperor. Each level is divided into seven levels.

Every spirit master will possess an attribute, which is divided into: metal, wood, water, fire, and earth.

There is another kind of person in this world who possesses twin martial souls.

People with twin martial souls can be called geniuses among geniuses.

However, twin martial souls do not appear often, and they are rare in thousands of years.

Ye Zhikuang's eyes widened, staring at another martial spirit that looked like a dragon but was not like a dragon on the back of his hand.

Her own martial spirit is just a orchid vine, which can play no offensive role except for defense.

Most people call it "wasted martial spirit".

This is also the reason why Ye Zhikuang has been practicing hard for many years but has been unable to advance.

A person who was called a waste turned out to be a twin martial soul. Such talent alone was enough to scare people.

Ye Zhikuang said to himself in a slightly excited mood: "Twin martial souls, so to speak, this body is not waste at all."

Probably because the two souls merged, another martial soul was created.

Knowing that he had the physique of a twin martial soul, Ye Zhikuang closed his eyes and entered a state of cultivation.

She has no right to waste time, because this is a continent where the weak eat the strong, and no one can guarantee what kind of opponent they will encounter.

The vitality of heaven and earth suddenly invaded her body from all directions, and her whole body felt indescribably refreshing.

An hour later, Ye Zhikuang stopped practicing. She slowly opened her eyes and felt that the scenery in front of her was brighter.

"What a magical practice!" She looked down at her body, then raised her hand to touch the wound on her forehead.

This place no longer hurts as much as before, and the dizzy feeling has disappeared.

She stood up, moved her limbs, and walked out of the room.

As soon as she stepped out of the room, she heard someone calling her: "Kang'er..."

She turned around and saw a middle-aged beautiful woman walking towards her. Deep in her memory, that beautiful woman was Ye Zhikuang's mother - Bai Xinrou.

"Mother." Probably because of the fusion of souls, she naturally called out "Mother."

Now that she saw that Ye Zhikuang was safe and sound, Bai Xinrou breathed a sigh of relief. Before leaving, she stopped Ye Zhikuang's hand and checked her body: "Kang'er, are you still not feeling well? Let me take a look."

"Mom, I'm fine now, and my forehead doesn't hurt. Don't worry, the baby won't die." Ye Zhikuang spat out the words "won't die" heavily.

"Bah, bah, bah, my crazy boy won't die. Come and show me." She covered Ye Zhikuang's face, her eyes full of adoration: "Tell mom, who did it? Mom will definitely avenge you.

"

Because of her anger, Bai Xinrou immediately exuded the aura of the fourth level Soul Sect, oppressing Ye Zhikuang's breathing.
Chapter completed!