"Damn you fat pig, how dare you say that we are making a fool of ourselves!"
Hearing Ye Wencheng's retort, the faces of the long-haired young man and others suddenly darkened.
"Believe it or not, I shaved off your fat body!"
As he spoke, the long-haired young man's vitality surged, and a long knife suddenly appeared.
Its blade is red, covered with fine scales, and is surrounded by flames, emitting scorching energy fluctuations.
Weapon spirit, fourth level fire scale sword!
Seeing the opponent activating his martial spirit, Ye Wencheng's face tightened, and he was obviously a little afraid.
"I have a lot of flesh on my body, I don't believe how much you can shave off!"
However, this time, he was not as cowardly as usual, and when his expression changed, he also aroused his martial spirit.
As the golden light flickered, the golden pen soul suddenly appeared out of thin air and surrounded Ye Wencheng.
"This fat man, what's going on today? Is your brain crazy?"
The other two direct descendants who followed the long-haired young man couldn't help but be a little surprised.
Originally, I just wanted to teach the son of the branch family named Ye Yang a lesson, but I didn't expect that because of Ye Wencheng's abnormal behavior, now it has caused conflicts in my own family.
"What fighting power does a broken pen have? It can be split in half with just one knife!"
The long-haired young man sneered disdainfully, then controlled the spirit of the Fire Scale Sword and deliberately slashed, intending to try to frighten the opponent as usual.
"You humiliate me every day, but if I don't show off my power, you really think I'm a sick cat!"
The pupils in Ye Wencheng's eyes shrank slightly, and he directly used the soul skill of the golden pattern pen.
Buzz!
I saw the golden pen floating in the void, drawing an elegant circle, and a pale golden soul ring flashed out, like a giant bowl of upside-down light curtain, instantly covering the long-haired young man.
Draw the ground as a prison!
This is a control-type soul skill. Although it has no lethality, it has good special features in terms of defense.
"Little tricks."
The long-haired young man looked disdainful. Under the urging of Yuan Li, the Fire Scale Sword's spirit vibrated slightly and burst into intense crimson fire.
"The third level of warrior, early stage of Wheel Sea Realm."
Ye Yang's eyes narrowed slightly, and he could see the other party's cultivation level from the fluctuations in his body's energy.
On the other hand, Ye Wencheng's realm cultivation is obviously weaker, and he has only reached the peak of the second level of Yuanling realm.
Among the people of the same age who are direct descendants of the Ye family, the talent is considered to be at the bottom of the list.
Whoosh!
The long-haired young man held the soul of the sword in his hand, and the fire flashed past and struck the light curtain fiercely.
Just hearing a deep "bang" sound, the soul ring light curtain trembled violently, and suddenly became much darker.
One more stab and it will definitely collapse.
However, at this time, the golden pattern pen drew another circle, once again displaying the soul skill of "drawing the ground as a prison".
As the golden light flashed, one light curtain after another continued to shroud it.
The corners of Ye Wencheng's mouth turned up, with a sullen look on his face.
I can't beat you, but I can afford it.
"Brother Ye Yang, you go first, I will help you block it."
Ye Wencheng obviously wanted to let Ye Yang escape and volunteered.
Ye Yang looked indifferent, but he had no intention of escaping.
Because leaving this time not only affected Ye Wencheng, but also the result would be the same next time we meet these guys.
"Damn fat pig, I will make you kneel down and imitate pig braying later!"
Looking at the layers of light curtains surrounding him, the long-haired young man suddenly became furious and his face turned ashen.
He cursed angrily, the flames of the sword soul in his hand surged, and he slashed wildly at the restraints of "drawing the ground as a prison".
"this……"
Seeing this scene, everyone present looked stunned.
It was completely unexpected that Ye Wencheng would use such a cheap and low-level style of play.
Because of this fighting method, there is almost no chance of winning.
The gap between the cultivation levels of the two sides means that once Ye Wencheng's body energy is exhausted and he can no longer display his soul skills, he will be severely beaten by the long-haired young man.
Moreover, the long-haired young man's Yuan Power is obviously stronger and stronger.
After frantically slashing dozens of times, Ye Wencheng's soul skills could no longer keep up with the speed of destruction.
"You bastard, I'll destroy this broken pen of yours!"
After breaking through the last layer of bondage, the long-haired young man took advantage of this opportunity, stepped forward suddenly, and struck hard at the golden pen with a knife.
Soul skill, Flame Sword Slash!
The blazing flames on the blade were filled with extremely hot fire energy fluctuations, and even the temperature of the surrounding air rose rapidly.
If the pen soul didn't have any special protection when the sword was struck, it would probably be destroyed on the spot.
At that time, if you want to condense the martial soul again, you will have to spend a lot of energy and resources.
"Bang! Bang! Bang...!!"
At this time, loud gunfire exploded.
Several projectiles tore through the air and shot onto the flaming blade.
The strong impact directly knocked it away.
"What a powerful attack!"
Everyone was shocked by the sudden scene, and their eyes fell on Ye Yang.
But in the latter's hand, he saw the strange-looking gun Wuhun that he had shown before.
Could it be that the shot just now was made by it?!
Thinking of this, the expressions on their faces gradually solidified.
At this moment, the long-haired young man also looked surprised, staring at Ye Yang's AK47 martial spirit, his eyes full of disbelief.
"What a powerful martial spirit!"
Ye Wencheng's eyes lit up, he quickly recalled his gold pattern pen, and then looked at Ye Yang with flashing eyes.
I didn't expect that Brother Ye Yang, who had such an excellent impression, could be so secretive.
"I have no intention of causing trouble. If you want to cause trouble, I will stay with you until the end!"
Ye Yang stared at the long-haired young man and others with cold eyes, and said coldly.
A simple sentence, but it conveyed an invisible aura that shocked everyone.
"It's not like I'm looking for trouble. I just want to fight you."
The long-haired young man raised the corners of his mouth slightly, holding the sword soul in his hand, and flames of light swirled around his body like a python.
"Didn't you just say that the Jiuying Creation Step has flaws, then I will use this movement technique to compete with you. Do you dare to challenge me?"
After saying that, he raised the sword soul and pointed the sharp tip directly at Ye Yang, with a strong sense of provocation.
"Why not?"
There was a hint of coldness in the corner of Ye Yang's mouth, and the AK47 martial spirit in his hand flashed with the infusion of Yuanli.
Since it was a competition, he didn't need to worry about violating clan rules.
"In this case, in order to avoid being accused by outsiders of bullying the branch family, I will not use my martial soul in this competition and use the Nine Shadows Creation Steps to fight you."
After saying that, the long-haired young man took back the Fire Scale Sword Wuhun.
It seems that he is speaking righteously, but he is actually very guilty.
Because he was attacked by Ye Yang's AK47 martial spirit just now, he was obviously wary of this unknown soul skill.
Ye Yang remained indifferent and put away the gun soul.
Before Ye Yang was ready, the long-haired young man suddenly took a step forward. The moment he stepped out, surging Yuan Power surged out, suddenly bringing up three ghostly afterimages.
The transformation-like movement not only confuses the eyes, but also speeds up a lot.
However, compared to Ye Yunpeng, this guy's movement skills are undoubtedly several levels behind.