Facing the ridicule from those direct descendants in the scene, Ye Yang's expression remained unchanged and he ignored it.
As the saying goes, benevolence sees benevolence, and wisdom sees wisdom.
In his previous life in the army, the killing techniques he learned completely abandoned the fancy moves. What he focused on were simple, direct, and ruthless moves to kill the enemy as quickly as possible!
Of course, in this martial arts world dominated by cold weapons, this kind of speed-increasing movement technique is also extremely useful.
"Young man, from the conversation just now, it can be seen that you must have a solid foundation in martial arts training."
There was a smile on Ye Yunpeng's lips, but he did not show contempt.
"I'm just expressing my own opinions. I apologize for any inaccuracies."
Ye Yang smiled calmly, neither arrogant nor impatient.
Such a humble attitude made Ye Yunpeng a little impressed.
Courageous and insightful.
Putting aside his talent in martial arts, these two points alone are enough to be considered outstanding among the many children of the Ye clan.
"I'm very curious about what kind of martial spirit you awakened. Can you show it on the spot?"
Ye Yunpeng's tone was filled with expectation. If Ye Yang's martial arts talent was acceptable, he might be able to give him some pointers.
Although they are separated families, they are of the same clan and lineage, so it is his duty as a martial arts commander to be able to find talents of the younger generation for the family.
"Can."
Ye Yang pondered for a moment, then his consciousness sank into his Dantian, directly activating the gun soul.
Whoosh.
As the light flashed in his hand, a pistol "Desert Eagle" suddenly condensed.
Huh? Weapon spirit?!
Seeing this, Ye Yunpeng's eyes flashed with surprise.
Although this kind of martial spirit has a strange shape, it seems to have little lethality.
It has no point or blade, is short and dark, and looks like a small hoe. It is more like a farm tool rather than a combat type.
In response, he couldn't help but shake his head secretly, as if he felt that his previous guess was a bit overestimating Ye Yang.
"Hey, I thought it was so powerful, but it turned out to be just an illusion."
"This kind of thing, if I cut it with my flame sword martial spirit, it will disappear into thin air."
When they saw Ye Yang's gun soul, the direct disciples present immediately laughed out loud, their eyes full of contempt.
However, the next moment, a strange scene happened.
However, he saw that the short weapon Wuhun quickly squirmed and became much larger, and its shape became more refined.
Under everyone's surprised gazes, the pistol form transformed into a sniper rifle spirit, and finally to an AK47 spirit.
Such free switching of forms immediately made those direct descendants dumbfounded.
Can Wuhun also evolve in real time on the spot?
Even though Ye Yunpeng had a lot of knowledge, he still looked surprised at this moment and could not see the mystery behind it.
"It's so mysterious that even if the shape changes, it still looks like those inferior martial arts spirits."
The long-haired young man who boasted about his "Flaming Sword" martial spirit just now still had a look of contempt on his face.
"Don't be too judgmental first. I don't know what kind of unique soul skills this unknown martial spirit will have."
However, there are also some young people in the group who have different views.
As for those young women, their eyes were always fixed on the fox-tailed ferret lying on Ye Yang's shoulder.
This furry, cute little white ferret is undoubtedly very attractive to women.
"What kind of martial spirit is yours, and what are its characteristics?"
Ye Yunpeng looked at the gun soul and asked curiously.
"The weapon spirit 'gun' can be used for close combat or long-distance combat."
When Ye Yang said this, there was an unquestionable confidence in his tone.
"We are still fighting at close quarters and far away, why don't we brag about it to the sky?"
"I guess this martial soul's soul skill must be thrown or smashed."
"If it was really hit, it would probably hurt a lot, haha..."
The group of direct descendants couldn't help but laugh, and most of them laughed out loud.
The sarcastic faces appeared in Ye Yang's eyes.
His eyes darkened slightly, and he wanted to trigger his soul skill to shoot for them to see, but he finally held back.
From the arrogant attitude of these people, Ye Yang knew that even after showing off, it would most likely attract more doubts and provocations.
This kind of conflict of interest is completely unnecessary and has no value at all.
With a sudden thought, Ye Yang put away his martial spirit and walked straight to the opposite side of the martial arts training ground.
That was the residential area of the east courtyard. The servant who led the way had previously told me that the office was in the first room of the residential area.
At this time, he seemed to have no interest in arguing with these arrogant direct descendants. Registering and verifying his identity was the first priority.
Only in this way can you participate in the next clan competition.
"This boy is young, but his knowledge is different from ordinary people."
Ye Yunpeng looked at Ye Yang's back with strange eyes. While secretly admiring it, he silently recorded the form of the martial spirit that had just appeared.
"You are free to train now!"
Immediately, he shouted to everyone, and quickly left the place, intending to go to the family's scripture collection pavilion to find a copy of the "Encyclopedia of Martial Spirits" and read it carefully.
After all, this was the first time he had seen this strange-looking weapon spirit, and he was quite curious.
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At this time, Ye Yang had already arrived at the office.
The decoration inside is simple, and in front of the table sits a young man in brocade clothes.
That young face has a fat head and big ears, and has a mustache.
He held his cheek with one hand, squinting his eyes, and snoring clearly from his nostrils.
"Is this the registration office?"
Ye Yang walked to the desk and asked aloud.
In order to wake the other party up, his tone of voice increased slightly.
At the sudden sound, the fat on the face of the man with the mustache trembled, and he suddenly opened his small, narrow eyes.
"Are you from a separate family?!"
Looking at the strange young man in front of him, he frowned and his expression was obviously unhappy.
He didn't come early or late, but came to register when he was taking a nap.
"Yes."
A smile appeared on Ye Yang's lips, "I'm sorry to disturb your rest, please register."
Hearing this, the man with the mustache raised his eyebrows slightly, which was quite polite.
And he looks handsome and sunny.
Not bad, I like it.
"Which branch are you from? Please provide your name, age, and gender..."
He raised his eyes to look at Ye Yang and quickly changed his words: "No, just forget about gender."
"Qingyun City, Ye Yang, nineteen years old."
Ye Yang smiled calmly and reported his information.
"Okay, I'll write it down for you."
After saying that, the man with the mustache raised his fat hand, and a golden brush suddenly appeared in his palm.
The tip of the pen is sharp, the light patterns are diffused on it, and a strange energy fluctuation is faintly emitted.
Obviously, this pen is not an entity, but belongs to the martial spirit category.
Immediately, I saw him holding a gold pen and swiping it casually on a piece of kraft paper. In the flash of golden light, a line of font appeared on the paper.