(2nd Update)

  "Hey, who do you say is your wife?"

  Ning Rongrong's pretty face was full of anger, and her beautiful eyes glared at the black-haired young man who came over, she didn't want to cause Yang Ming to misunderstand her because of the other party's words.

  But obviously, the young man didn't pay attention to Ning Rongrong's warning in his eyes, Shi Shiran came to two meters in front of Yang Ming, looked Yang Ming up and down for a moment, shook his head and said:

  "With a little white face like you, you can actually capture my wife's heart, boy, which onion are you?"

  Yang Ming's eyes narrowed slightly, and those who knew him knew that Yang Ming was in a state of extreme anger.

  Due to the disputes and conflicts here, many soul masters were attracted to watch the excitement around, after all, the nature of the people who gathered to watch the excitement, Yang Ming's sharp eyes found that there were actually many participating teams from the Heaven Dou Empire mixed in, and they were preparing to watch a good show.

  If it were usual, Yang Ming would have cleaned up the black-haired boy in front of him.

  However, at the moment, it is in Wuhun City, the old nest of Wuhun Palace, if he starts beating people on the street, he will only give the handle to Wuhun Palace, Wuhun Hall is estimated to be secretly happy, and they are worried that there is no excuse to deal with Yang Ming in the city, and when the time comes, they can justifiably dispatch a team of soul masters to arrest Yang Ming.

  Therefore, Yang Ming was actually very suspicious that the young man in front of him wearing the costume of the Martial Spirit Hall deliberately said such things, whether he was deliberately angry with him for setting him up.

  After taking a deep breath and calming down the killing intent in his heart, Yang Ming said lightly:

  "Before asking someone whose name is, shouldn't you introduce yourself first, it seems that your tutors are all taught by pigs and dogs, and you are so uneducated."

  Listening to Yang Ming's polite yet decent sarcasm, the surrounding crowd burst into suppressed laughter.

  The black-haired young man's face turned dark, a few green tendons erupted on his forehead, and his eyes were like injured beasts, staring at Yang Ming with tyrannical eyes, if he wasn't afraid that once he started fighting, Yang Ming, who had Ning Rongrong's assistance, could beat him, and he couldn't say that this young man was going to do it.

  Although his language is vulgar, it does not mean that he is stupid.

  The black-haired boy's thoughts flashed, and he said hatefully:

  "My name is Caesar, and this name will be your nightmare!"

  Caesar's nostrils are facing the sky, his hands are on his chest, and he has the virtue of the eldest and my second.

  Of course, he naturally has his own arrogant capital.

  Seeing that there was a hint of murderous intent between Yang Ming's eyebrows, the master secretly pulled Yang Ming's sleeve behind him, and whispered in a low voice:

  "Yang Ming, be careful, this kid is very evil, his martial soul is a soul ring, which can limit other people's martial souls, soul power and soul skills, I was careless before, and I was very miserable by him."

  Hearing this, Yang Ming's heart sank.

  On the Douluo Continent, martial souls, soul power, and soul skills are the proof that determines whether a soul master is strong or not, and one of the three is indispensable.

  Even if it is Yang Ming, nearly half of the abilities in his body are related to soul power, and once he is restricted by the other party, his strength will be damaged by half.

  Of course, Yang Ming also has some abilities, such as the ability to write wheel eyes and ruthless charge, which are linked to Yang Ming's physical strength, so that he will not be as miserable as a lamb to the slaughter after being restricted like other soul masters.

  Just when Yang Ming was secretly thinking, this young man named Caesar actually soaked Ning Rongrong in front of him.

  "Ning Rongrong, you are the goddess of my dreams, how about it, do you want to be my girlfriend?"

  "What, you actually rejected me? Do you know, who did you reject, I am a disciple of the Pope, the future star of the Wuhun Palace, and I will be in charge of the Wuhun Hall in the future, why did you reject me? ”

  "Ning Rongrong, what's so good about this little white face, is it handsome to eat, you still obey me, right?"

  Caesar circled around Ning Rongrong and continued to be courteous.

  His age is not very old, probably only 13 or 14 years old, at this age, he has already stepped into the realm of the Soul King in half a step, and he can be regarded as a very talented genius, only one line worse than Yang Ming.

  Moreover, his teacher is actually the Pope Bibi Dong of the Wuhun Palace!

  This really surprised Yang Ming, he didn't remember that Pope Bibi Dong had such a disciple as him in the original book.

  Seeing that the other party directly ignored himself and soaked Ning Rongrong, even a man with a good mentality would not tolerate it, Yang Ming's face suddenly sank, and he stretched out his right hand, five fingers into claws, and sharply approached Caesar, trying to catch him.

  But who knows, Caesar seemed to have eyes behind his back, and without waiting for Yang Ming's claws to get close, his body was as slippery as a loach, and he actually dodged to the side.

  It seems that Caesar is not only so simple as his ability to be weird, he worships under the Pope, and he thinks that he has also undergone some hellish training, otherwise if he is another soul master, he may not be able to escape from Yang Ming's palm.

  Caesar raised his head and pointed his nostrils at Yang Ming.

  From Yang Ming's clothes, he had already found out that Yang Ming was a member of the Shrek Academy competition, snorted coldly, and said quite arrogantly:

  "Boy, I advise you, leave Ning Rongrong quickly, she is not something that a man like you can touch, only a man like me who has no shortage of status can marry Ning Rongrong, if you are interested, I will give you three days to roll for me, as far as I can, otherwise when I get to the arena, I will see if I can't clean you up!"

  Ning Rongrong's eyes were almost bursting with anger, she had seen shameless, but she had never seen such a shameless person as Caesar.

  "Finished?"

  Yang Ming took a long time, patted the almost empty dust on his body, pointed his finger at Caesar, and said:

  "When it's over, you can get out of here."

  "What?" Caesar jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and said angrily: "What tone do you dare to talk to me like this? ”

  Yang Ming glanced at him.

  It seems that this young man should have stayed in Wuhun City all the year round, believing that he was a disciple of the Pope, and he was usually used to acting as a prestige, and once others did not go his way, he would be extremely angry.

  "For people like you, I'll just give you one word." Yang Ming raised a middle finger and said word by word: "Some people live and live like animals, and some people live and live not as good as animals." ”

  In this sentence, Caesar is scolded openly and secretly.

  Even Ning Rongrong couldn't help but laugh with the surrounding melon-eating crowd.

  Caesar's face was like red dates, he was so angry that his lungs were about to explode, his fingers trembled and pointed at Yang Ming, and he said hatefully:

  "Boy, I want to fight you to the death, do you dare!"

  Yang Ming raised his eyebrows, and the other party's words were right in the middle.

  Just as Yang Ming was about to agree, a crisp sound of footsteps came from far and near, and a beautiful figure appeared behind Caesar, grabbing Caesar's ears without saying anything, and shouted in his ear:

  "Caesar, you're disobedient and come out to play again, are you itching?"

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