The Soul Emperors of the auction hall, who were originally sitting on the chairs steadily, also slowly stood up as the horse-faced Soul Saint stood up, and the soul ring on his body continued to rise, and in an instant, the entire hall was vibrating with strong soul power fluctuations.

Immediately afterwards, Flender and Zao Wou-Ki looked at each other for a second, and glanced at the old man and Li Yusong behind him, and the four of them stood up suddenly, each releasing their martial souls and soul rings.

In just a few seconds, this small hall was enveloped by seven or eight powerful momentums.

All this is because of Ning Ye, who is constantly moving around now.

Tang San, Dai Mubai, a few Shrek students, saw that they were also possessed by martial spirits, and looked at Nalan Yan with a cold face.

Although the momentum was completely overshadowed by the Soul Holy Soul Emperor, looking at the children with immature faces, all of them were full of two or three soul rings, and they were all the best configurations, the look of surprise in Nalan Hong's eyes was even worse.

The entire hall fell into a solemn atmosphere, as if as long as Ning Ye gave an order, they would all make a move and strangle everyone in the Nalan family.

The two Nalan brothers, who were originally guarding the periphery of Nalan's mansion, felt the sky-high momentum from the hall from a distance, and their faces changed, and they wanted to get up and go to the hall to help.

But at the moment of departure, I inexplicably felt a pressure, and then I was crushed to the ground by that pressure, and I couldn't even climb up, no matter how I used my soul power, or I used my soul skills, it didn't help, that pressure seemed to come from between heaven and earth, and heaven and earth wanted to control them.

Ning Ye's originally deep black pupils, with a little white, felt the familiar rule data around him, and the two soul emperors who were bound in the distance, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Just as Nalan Hong closed her eyes and took a deep breath, intending to fight to the death, Ning Ye stopped beside Shao Xin.

Looking at Shao Xin's complicated expression, he didn't know whether to do it with them or intercede for the Nalan family.

Ning Ye's right hand was raised, and Oscar, who was originally supporting Shao Xin, felt a very soft soul power and pushed him away.

Glancing at Nalan Yan, who had a solemn look in his eyes and was considering whether to make a move with Ning Ye, Ning Ye smiled slightly and looked at Shao Xin, but in an instant, Shao Xin felt that he was completely seen through.

With Ning Ye's right hand in the air, in the world of rules that no one could see, a large amount of data was copied from an unformed genetic model in his palm.

Then he slid it in his hand, disassembled it, added some of the data he had just obtained, and recombined it to form a relatively simple genetic model.

Under Ning Ye's control, the soul power within thirty meters around him surged towards this seemingly void genetic model, constantly enriching this genetic model.

Even Ning Rongrong, who knew Ning Ye best, was extremely surprised when he saw the soul power that was constantly pouring into Ning Ye's hands.

In their eyes, there was only a blurry ball of light in Ning Ye's palm, and with the injection of soul power, the light cluster continued to brighten, and finally developed into a dazzling light that people couldn't look at directly.

"What is this?"

Nalan Yan squinted his eyes and looked at this light cluster through his mask, and a very dangerous feeling rose in his heart.

Ning Ye smiled faintly and didn't speak, but when the soul power no longer poured into the genetic model, his hand was slightly raised, and the genetic model turned into a stream of light and rushed towards the stunned Shao Xin.

Shao Xin didn't react at all, and the light group entered his body.

"Hmm."

Shao Xin let out a low voice, feeling the light clusters continue to emanate, and streams of pure soul power poured out, strengthening his body.

And in his mind, three different memories that he had never experienced hit his brain, causing him to close his eyes and accept these three memories.

Unconsciously, Shao Xin was in a trance, he seemed to be incarnated as a child born in a martial arts family, he began to practice guns at the age of three, and at the age of twelve, he became a small master of marksmanship, the last elder of the defeated clan, and was allowed to walk in the world.

Along the way, he punished the traitor and eliminated the evil, acted chivalrous and righteous, understood the gun theory in the battle, and gradually improved his marksmanship.

At the age of twenty-seven, he was besieged by dozens of enemies with the survival of the family, between life and death, he had an epiphany of the gun, and his marksmanship was completed, and all the enemies who came to attack were all killed, and he became famous in a war, and was respected by the world as the god of guns.

At the age of forty-four, the marksmanship is advanced again, and there is no rival in the world, and between sighs, he decided to retire from the world, leaving behind a gun inheritance, named Overlord, which is regarded as a peerless study by countless people in the world, and has opened an endless competition.

"How?"

Ning Ye smiled lightly and looked at the fact that he didn't know when, the martial soul naturally possessed his body, and a handful of jelly beans floated above his right hand, and the seven soul rings on his body that were constantly pulsating exuded a sharp momentum.

Shao Xin's super gene was made by him temporarily, and he didn't want to make a super gene for Shao Xin.

It's just that I caught up all of a sudden, and it just so happened that some of the super genes made for Ning Rongrong before could be directly copied and scaled down to create a simplified version of the super genes.

Although it was only a temporary build, he added a lot of materials.

On the side, Flender, who knew Shao Xin best, looked at Shao Xin with shocked expressions.

Shao Xin is just a food soul master, even if he has momentum on his body, it is just the coercion of the soul saint itself, which is like now, it actually makes them feel a lot of threat.

Looking at the spear suspended in his mind, and the overlord marksmanship deeply engraved in his memory, Shao Xin looked at Ning Ye with a somewhat complicated look, and just wanted to say something, he felt the next memory come again, and hurriedly closed his eyes.

This time, he didn't have the same clear consciousness as the first time, but was a little confused, but he felt that his body was a little weird.

I don't know how long it took, his consciousness gradually became clear, and he realized that he had turned into a shield and became a young man's martial spirit.

As a shield, he couldn't make a sound, he just watched the young man continue to cultivate his soul power and improve his soul power, and he was called a genius by his clansmen.

Watch the teenager lead the team and participate in the soul master competition.

Countless times, he blocked the enemy's attacks and protected his teammates in the rear, laying the foundation for the final team's victory.

The team sang all the way to victory, and finally advanced to the finals of the soul master competition.

And after every battle, the boy will hold the shield and wipe it carefully, although the shield is just a martial spirit, there will be no dust or damage, but the boy still wipes it very carefully.

In the final battle, the boy's team won, but it was a pyrrhic victory.

The boy suffered severe injuries in multiple parts of his body, and even he was shattered several times.

The teenager's teammates were only slightly injured.

When the captain of the losing team asked the teenager who was being helped to the podium, why he had to block his killing move even if he died.

The boy just smiled faintly and glanced at his friends with a happy face around him.

"The shield was meant to be guarded."