Outside the Holy Soul Village.

Pack on the hill.

A group of people dressed in the costumes of the Martial Spirit Hall stood in a row, standing quietly, each of them had powerful soul power fluctuations on their bodies, and the weakest one was even a soul venerable!

Bishop Beska, who had a relationship with Yang Ming, was a Soul Emperor above level seventy, but at this time, he was standing behind a young boy with an extremely respectful attitude.

The young man is extremely handsome, and there is an indescribable heroic spirit between his eyebrows, and his gestures actually make the elites of the Martial Spirit Hall behind him dare not breathe, and it seems that his status in the Martial Spirit Hall is extremely high.

It's just that if you look closely, you will find that the boy has no throat and no Adam's apple, but it is quite strange.

Looking not far away, the Holy Soul Village fell apart in the raging flames, countless villagers were slaughtered by the black horsemen, and the young man was expressionless.

On the contrary, Bishop Beska's face, which was covered with old age spots, was like a chrysanthemum blooming, and the layers of folds soothed, squeezing out a kind smile, and said:

"My lord, the first step of the plan to subdue Yang Ming has been successfully completed."

"Presumably, after losing the home he wants to protect, as well as the villagers and relatives he wants to protect, Yang Ming will thoroughly understand the importance of strength, as long as I come forward and give Yang Ming the best treatment and the most intimate care, I think he will definitely be grateful to our Wuhun Palace, and in time, he will change his mind and join our Wuhun Palace."

The young man was noncommittal, not salty and indifferent:

"Hmm."

Bishop Beska didn't know what was going on in the heart of the young man in front of him, but this did not prevent him from continuing to ask for credit, and said:

"Your Excellency, please rest assured, there will be no problems in this matter."

"Even if Yang Ming senses that something is wrong and wants to investigate, at most, it will be traced from the line of the Blackwater Mercenary Group to the Star Dou Empire, and it will not affect us."

"On the surface, this Blackwater Mercenary Group specializes in some shady tasks, but secretly it is actually one of the white gloves used by an elder of the Seven Treasure Colored Glass Sect to collect money, if it is really checked by Yang Ming, it will also be unlucky for the Seven Treasure Colored Glass Sect, and we can also sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight, and reap the benefits of the fisherman."

The young man bowed slightly, and commented lightly:

"Not bad."

Besca was overjoyed in her heart, knowing that she had spent a lot of time arranging the plan, and finally got the approval of this one, and said with a smile:

"Next, it's the second step of my plan."

"In the next few years, with Yang Ming's qualifications, he will soon be able to reach level 20 or above, it's time to go to the Intermediate Soul Master Academy for further study, I have already contacted the major well-known colleges and universities in Soto City, and I have greeted their deans, and I will definitely not recruit Yang Ming."

"In desperation, only our Martial Soul Palace, and it can only be the academy opened by our Martial Soul Palace, always open the door to Yang Ming, he is a smart child, he will definitely make the most rational choice, joining our Martial Soul Palace, is his only way out!"

"It's just that there is a small loophole in this, if Yang Ming stays away from Soto City, with my authority, it will be a little powerless."

At this time, a roar was heard from the Holy Soul Village in the distance, and then half of the sky was blue reflected by a firelight that rose to the sky, and a few strange lights flashed in the young man's eyes.

Bishop Besca was startled by the roar, and looked intently, and was immediately stunned.

Yang Ming's stunt almost razed half of the village, and the surging cyan sea of fire swept by, and the entire Blackwater Mercenary Group was wiped out!

Although it is said that Bishop Besca has already secretly confessed, asking the head of the Black Water to release the water when necessary, so that Yang Ming can escape by chance.

Bishop Beska also thought that sooner or later, the Blackwater Mercenary Group would be wiped out by Yang Ming's group.

But it shouldn't be this time!

When Yang Ming was only a fifteenth-level soul master, he wiped out a mercenary group of two hundred people!

With a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth, the young man turned around and leaned back against the sea of flames rising into the sky, reflecting his face extremely delicately.

"It's okay, I will notify the other city colleges and universities outside Soto City and ask them to refuse to accept Yang Ming's student, presumably, for my sake, they won't, and they won't dare to disobey."

Hearing this, a boulder fell in Bishop Beska's heart.

With this adult's promise, his next plan is stable!

……

Inside the Holy Soul Village.

After disarming the body of the Soul Technique Flame Demon, Yang Ming only had time to take out the spare clothes from the Youhai Na Ring and put them on his body, and the sequelae of the Eight Gate Dun Armor immediately affected his whole body.

Pain!

Pain!

Yang Ming lay on the ground, his limbs spasmed slightly, it was the product of extreme muscle exhaustion, and even every time Yang Ming took a breath of air, he could feel a hot pain in his heart and lungs, and every cell was suffering from the pain after breaking through the limit of strength.

"Yang Ming!"

Tang San and Xiao Wu carried Old Jack on their backs and ran forward one after another.

As a disciple of the Tang Sect, the Tang Sect is quite knowledgeable about medical skills, and when he saw Yang Ming's appearance, he was secretly surprised in his heart.

"It seems that the secret technique that I cast just now has exceeded the load that Yang Ming can bear, if it were an ordinary person, I would have been in pain by now, right?"

Seeing that Yang Ming was just pursing his lips, the cold sweat of pain kept overflowing, and he didn't open his mouth to scream in pain, Tang San couldn't help but give Yang Ming a thumbs up.

Because, Tang San asked himself, if he was Yang Ming, he would never be so tough.

Looking at the painful expression on Yang Ming's face, Xiao Wu was extremely worried, as if it was not Yang Ming who was in pain at the moment, but herself, and hurriedly asked:

"Little San, how is Yang Ming?"

"Let me try to ease his pain."

Tang San half-squatted down, kneading or pinching, or gently patting the spasmodic muscles on Yang Ming's body, the force was just right, and there was a hidden dark energy, relieving the soreness of Yang Ming's muscles everywhere.

After more than ten minutes of hard work, Yang Ming's face finally got much better.

Tang San gently patted Yang Ming's back and said with a smile:

"Not dead yet, are you? Can you stand up? ”

Yang Ming rolled his eyes, he was no longer able to complain, and with Tang San's support, he staggered up from the ground.

Seeing the surrounding village houses blazing, and the once familiar Holy Soul Village would become history, Yang Ming's heart was quite gloomy, and he said secretly:

"Everybody...... I will definitely find the real culprit who caused all this, and avenge you, I swear! ”

Breathing in the burning smell of the air, Yang Ming calmed down and said:

"Third brother, let's go back to Notting City first, and then we will think about it in the long run."

Tang San heard the meaning of Yang Ming's words, now was not the time for revenge, he had to work hard to cultivate, and only after he became stronger could he have the ability to track down the secrets in this.

Tang San nodded heavily, his house had nothing to clean up, and helped Yang Ming to leave.

Xiao Wu carried Old Jack on her back and followed step by step.

The backs of the four of them stretched very long in the ruins of the Holy Soul Village.