"Courtesy!"

Yuanyang praised his words and mocked his tone.

"hehe."

Lin Yuan walked onto the martial arts stage, and he stepped on the floor with a strong body, making a creaking sound.

This body is the ghost body - the King of Hell.

His body is sitting in the class and studying hard.

Nowadays, most of Lin Yuan’s souls are above the ghost body.

"It seems that you don't know the power of the soul." Yuanyang said.

The power of the soul is a powerful force.

Especially for ordinary first- and second-level extraordinary people, they have almost no ability to resist.

Only when you become a third level and a layer of "tapir" is born on your body, will the power of the soul be difficult to invade.

Yuanyang has absolute confidence.

The soul talent is a rare extraordinary talent.

He has never been afraid of anyone below the third level, Haibird City and Haiyang City.

"Is that right?" Lin Yuan walked forward.

Whoosh!

Yuanyang activates the power of soul, and whenever he sees his low-priced extraordinary people, he feels a layer of ghosting.

Not to mention, Lin Yuan he targeted.

"How do you fight me?" Yuanyang rushed over.

In front of him, Lin Yuan was just a small animal to be slaughtered.

"That's it?"

Feeling Yuanyang's soul power, Lin Yuan was very disappointed.

This level of soul attack can only influence people with the power of soul.

The real way to hurt people is Yuanyang's fists and feet.

The power of soul was played by Yuanyang as a control skill.

With one blow, Yuanyang's attack seemed to hit the air.

Yuanyang's face changed slightly.

A familiar voice came to my ears.

"Actually, I will also attack my soul."

Yuanyang was shocked and retreated quickly.

Why would he do it?

"ah!"

A heart-wrenching pain appeared in my head, and Yuanyang screamed.

He felt his body as if it was being divided.

He tried hard to piece it together, but his body was like a broken snake body and could not get together.

After the pain of being piercing, there is a strange frequency of vibration.

His internal organs were infected by this frequency and beat at a specific frequency.

"puff!"

Yuanyang vomited blood and spurted blood foam.

He collapsed on the ground, his vision was hazy.

All of this happened in the flash.

From Yuanyang to attack the King of Hell, then to Yuanyang falling to the ground, it takes no more than two seconds.

If Lin Yuan said what he had said before a little faster, he would not be able to use it for a second.

The people from Hachinogo Gate looked shocked.

Yuanyang...failed?

The people from Sanyangmen showed joy on their faces.

Win?

However, Xiao Question Mark, Mantis and others still had a serious expression.

"King of Hell, you can even attack the soul!" Scar laughed happily, "You are hiding so deeply!"

It was less than a month since the King of Hell entered the Sanyang Gate.

First, there are top first-level extraordinary people.

Later, it was a second-level extraordinary person.

Now, the method of soul attack has been exposed.

What else is he hiding?

Yuanyang stood up from the ground with a pale face. He looked at Lin Yuan and murmured: "I lost."

He has been very conceited since he was born.

Now, he is defeated.

At Banu Gate, the establishment of authority within Sanyang Gate failed.

His eyes were dim and he suddenly became bright again!

"So what if I lose?"

He looked around, carrying a strong evil spirit on his body.

"Next, we will really decide the winner!"

Victory in the battle is the icing on the cake.

Failure will not affect the overall situation.

The people from Sanyangmen felt a sank.

The victory of the battle dissipated instantly.

In this world where extraordinary people combine great power, the victory of battle often depends on the strongest.

Beep!

Beep!

An alarm sounded inside the Sanyang Gate.

A figure walked in.

He was wearing black shorts, and he had strange tattoos all over his body.

The most noticeable thing is that his eyes are particularly big.

The people from the Hachinogo Gate bowed respectfully: "Master of the Sect."

The visitor is Xiao Pojun, the leader of the Banu Gate!

A third-level extraordinary person in the direction of the force.

He stood there, giving people a terrifying feeling.

He swept across the Sanyangmen indifferently and shouted into the air: "Xiao Ding's case, why don't you come out for a fight?"

He didn't take the first and second level extraordinary person of the Sanyangmen seriously.

Even the King of Hell, who had just defeated his disciples, was just an ant in his eyes.

If you fail to reach the third level, you will be ants.

Whoosh!

Air stagnation.

An old man suddenly appeared.

His hair is as white as snow, his face is full of wrinkles. He is an old man in his twilight years, and he will fall when the wind blows.

"Master!" Looking at the old man, Scar felt ache in his heart.

The injuries on the master's body have not improved.

"Xiao Ding, what are you thinking about the letter I wrote to you a few days ago?" Xiao Pojun squinted, his eyes still as big as a bell.
To be continued...