"Brother Yang's comprehension of the Sea Dragon Inheritance has reached a higher level!" Seeing that Yang Lang did not move an inch under the collision with this unusual middle-level Soul Emperor, Ye Feng sighed secretly in his heart.

"How could this be? Uncle Yong's dignified middle-rank Soul Emperor actually collided with the fist of the middle-rank Soul King's cultivator, and he was shocked to take a step back!" the beautiful girl's beautiful eyes were shocked and said in disbelief.

"Brother Yong!" The faces of the other three middle-aged men were also full of shock, they couldn't believe that Brother Yong, who could easily defeat an ordinary middle-level soul emperor in their eyes, would actually suffer at the hands of a middle-level soul king.

"How is it possible, why is the power of my one punch actually inferior to this young man?" The middle-level Soul Emperor who knew Ye Feng was also incredulous, he knew best in his own heart, Fang Cai's punch was not careless at all, not to mention using all his strength, he also had ninety percent of his strength, but he actually suffered a loss, which was really unacceptable to him.

"You can't do it!" Seeing the middle-aged man's face shocked and puzzled, the corners of Yang Lang's mouth hooked up with Ye Feng's signature evil smile, and he pretended to say contemptuously.

The middle-aged man who knew Ye Feng heard this, he was annoyed and angry, and his body surged with even more surging soul power, and an illusory green turtle shell condensed above his fist, and the turtle shell covered one of his fists, and shouted angrily to Yang Lang: "Boy, be less proud, taste the power of my tortoiseshell fist!"

"Have you used your fourth-level spiritual skills, let me see the power of your fourth-level spiritual skills!" Yang Lang's eyes condensed slightly, and as he spoke, a blue light flew out of the spirit ring at the speed of light, and flew into the palm of one of Yang Lang's hands, which was clenched by Yang Lang and clenched into a fist, and his fist fluctuated with a rich water attribute aura.

"Ah......h

After casting the tortoiseshell fist, the middle-aged man seemed to be a little lacking in confidence, and he shouted loudly like a person with strong stubble, and then rushed forward and smashed Yang Lang with a punch.

Yang Lang was not afraid, his clenched fist surged with the soul power of the water attribute fluctuations, and he struck it with a punch.

"Bang ......"

The two fists collided, and the two energies burst out vigorously in an instant, making a deafening energy explosion, and immediately, the two strong energies rebounded from each other, venting on the two people who collided, only to see that Yang Lang's body fluctuated a circle of blue ripples to dissolve this power, and the middle-aged man who used the tortoiseshell fist was shocked by the terrifying energy that rebounded back at the same time, and he was shocked by the terrifying energy that rebounded back and retreated three meters away, and he was about to enter the river pool。

"How so?!" the pretty girl was shocked again.

"Brother Yong used the tortoiseshell fist, but he was still invincible to the opponent's random punch?"

"This is too terrifying, is this a mid-level soul king, shouldn't he use something strange to change the cultivation realm?"

"If this young man's cultivation really surpasses Brother Yong, don't you think this is an even more terrifying thing?"

"Say...... That's right, it looks like it's less than twenty, if it's a high-level soul emperor, we don't have to live!"

“……”

Together with the beautiful girl, the three middle-aged men who seemed to be guards saw their Yong brother perform a powerful spiritual skill, and after the tortoiseshell fist, he was still defeated by the ordinary punch of the opponent's middle-level soul king, and his shocked eyes were about to burst out of his sockets.

"Why! Why am I still not defeated a mid-level soul king by using the tortoiseshell fist?" The middle-aged man who was called Uncle Yong by the beautiful girl was ashamed and confused, looking down at the tortoiseshell fist whose light had dimmed a lot, and thousands of grass and mud horses galloped past in his heart.

"Your beast soul is actually a turtle beast soul!" At this time, Yang Lang said playfully with an evil smile on his face.

"Yes, my beast soul is the turtle beast soul, what's wrong?" The middle-aged man who was called Uncle Yong by the beautiful girl frowned and asked, seeing the playful smile on Yang Lang's face, he felt a little uneasy in his heart.

"Hehe, if it's the soul of the turtle beast, I'll show you a very wonderful trick!" The evil smile on Yang Lang's face became even stronger, and the uneasiness in the middle-aged man's heart was even worse, and he couldn't help but swallow a few mouthfuls of foam nervously.

"En, Senior Brother Yang Lang wants to perform wonderful means?" Hearing what Yang Lang said, Yuan Xiaoqing's beautiful big eyes shone brightly and looked at Yang Lang.

Seeing this, Yang Lang said to Yuan Xiaoqing with a playful smile on his face: "Senior Sister Xiaoqing, you should be looking at the uncle with the shell on his hand!"

Yang Lang's words made Yuan Xiaoqing's expression slightly stunned, and he immediately moved his gaze to the middle-aged man with a nervous and panicked face.

"Boy, what are you going to do?" Although he couldn't understand what Yang Lang was going to do, the middle-aged man felt it, and he was going to be unlucky soon.

Sure enough, as Yang Lang drank the word "explosion" in his mouth, the illusory green turtle shell covered by the middle-aged man's fist seemed to be able to understand Yang Lang's order, and it exploded violently, and the fluctuation of the explosion directly blew up the body of the middle-aged man who was a middle-level soul emperor cultivator, and the placket on his chest burst open, and the soul power armor was easily broken, and on his chest, the flesh and blood were blurred in an instant, and after falling to the ground, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and his face was pale and full of shock!

"Oh my God, Senior Brother Yang Lang, how did you do it!" Seeing that Yang Lang was able to detonate the illusory tortoise shell on the middle-aged man's fist, Yuan Xiaoqing's pretty face was full of shock, and he asked in particular puzzlement.

"For ...... Why is this happening!" "When the beautiful girl saw the spiritual skills displayed by her Uncle Yong, she was able to be detonated by Yang Lang with a delicate face, her beautiful eyes widened in shock, and her beautiful cheeks were full of shock.

"Brother Yong......"

The other three middle-aged men also looked horrified, it was the first time they had seen someone who could detonate the enemy's spiritual skill, this was really terrifying, if this was a skill, it would definitely be called a magic skill!

Even Ye Feng, who came into contact with Xue Yao and knew a lot of things, was also shocked by Yang Lang's method at this moment, but Ye Feng was Ye Feng, and in addition to being surprised, his brain was spinning rapidly, thinking about why this was happening.

This thought really made Ye Feng come up with some ways.

"You...... You can actually detonate my tortoiseshell fist?" The middle-aged man who got up from the ground, his clothes were blown up in tatters, and his body was injured with shock, and his face was pale and shocked, and there was blood hanging from the corner of his mouth and asked Yang Lang.

Yang Lang smiled evilly and said, "That's not all! Kneel down for me!"

As Yang Lang's words fell, the middle-aged man instantly felt that his body was not under his control, and there was an irresistible force, which made him fall to the ground all of a sudden.

"Ahh

"Uncle Yong, you...... You can't control your body anymore?" The beautiful girl's face was originally shocked, but when she was seen again, the shock surged all over her cheeks, and the middle-aged man who knelt down asked in surprise.

"Miss, my body is not under my control...... The kneeling middle-aged man who was called Uncle Yong by the beautiful girl couldn't stand up, and he tried his best to urge his soul power, but it was to no avail, and when he heard the beautiful girl ask, his voice was full of crying, and he said to the beautiful girl.

"Senior Brother Yang Lang controlled the other party's body, could it be that he relied on the cold spirit dragon smoke again?" Although Yuan Xiaoqing had not seen Yang Lang use the cold spirit dragon smoke to control Du Teng and Han Feng, but after hearing Lu Linghuo say this, he was not too surprised to see Yang Lang controlling the other party to kneel at this moment, but he was a little shocked.

"I'm afraid Brother Yang didn't rely on the cold spirit dragon smoke this time!" Ye Feng beside Yuan Xiaoqing, his bright star-like eyes flashed with a sharp light, and his voice was a little thick.

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