Four people, two middle-aged, one young and one teenager.

The boy looks twelve or thirteen years old, much stronger than Ma Hongjun!

"Brother, what should I do?"

The young man looked at the big battle in the field and said to the young man with some concern. Obviously, the colorful demon tiger was discovered by Ma Hongjun and the three of them first, and they came later after all.

The young man glanced at the martial soul and soul ring of Ma Ping and the others, shook his head disdainfully, and said to the young man: "Don't worry, let them fight first, this demon tiger is yours, and you can't run away." ”

The current situation is delicate, and the sudden appearance of this group of people makes Ma Ping and the Colorful Demon Tiger nervous.

"Hey, boy, are you here to hunt for the first soul ring?" When the young man saw Ma Hongjun, he was puzzled at first, and then asked with a high profile.

Ma Hongjun looks like a child of about nine years old because of the relationship between the evil fire and the ripening, and it is normal to obtain the first soul ring at this age, and the other three people don't feel strange at a glance.

Ma Hongjun observed these four people, their purpose was obvious, that is, to be colorful demon tigers, and when they saw the strength of Ma Ping and the others, they did not retreat, obviously they did not pay attention to it, proving that the strength of this team is stronger than them.

Ma Hongjun nodded slightly, acquiescing to his words.

"Are you mute? How not to speak. The young man didn't know if he didn't see Ma Hongjun nodding, or if he wanted to deliberately provoke and be aggressive.

Ma Hongjun's eyes suddenly fell, and he looked at the young man coldly.

The young man was obviously not afraid of Ma Hongjun, pointed to the colorful demon tiger, and said loudly.

"Yo, you're still not convinced, it's a colorful demon tiger that has been around for more than five hundred years, have you absorbed it?"

"King Cheng, it's not that kid who absorbs it, it should be the big soul master who uses the wooden spear, and he wants the colorful demon tiger as his third soul ring." The young man did not stop the teenager, but explained to him.

In the past three months, Ma Ming has also made great progress in the process of accompanying Ma Hongjun in his cultivation, breaking through to level twenty-nine, and there is still one level short of level thirty, and there is not much difference in soul power. The young man obviously thought that Ma Ming was going to use the Colorful Demon Tiger to break through level 30.

"King Cheng, don't fight with him, take a good look at the attack method of this colorful demon tiger, and wait a minute to absorb its soul ring."

"Okay, big brother."

The young man replied, ignored Ma Hongjun, and looked at the field.

Ma Hongjun called out and asked Ma Ming and the two to withdraw.

The colorful demon tiger is too strong, and it will not be solved in a moment or a half if you want to kill it, Ma Ping found an opportunity and pulled Ma Ming out.

The colorful demon tiger is obviously not stupid, seeing that the number of humans is increasing again, it has long wanted to escape, and now that Ma Ming and the others are retreating, it turns around and runs.

"Don't let it run."

The young man shouted at Ma Ping and the others, in a commanding tone.

As he spoke, the Colorful Demon Tiger had already run far away, and it was extremely fast.

"You two chase after you!" He looked at Ma Ping and the others angrily, then turned to the two middle-aged men and said.

The two middle-aged men suddenly released their martial souls, and the three soul rings lit up, all of which were white, yellow and yellow.

The martial spirit of one of them was Eagle, and he was extremely fast, and he chased after him at once.

The other martial soul is a vine, which follows closely.

"Didn't you two hear me when I spoke?" He angrily finished speaking to Ma Ping and the others, and then the clothes on his body began to swell.

A layer of intense black light suddenly erupted from him, his arms stretched out to both sides at the same time, his chest was erect, his bones crackled, and his muscles suddenly expanded, supporting the clothes on his body. Every muscle became so evident under his clothes that even the air around him seemed to have become manic.

The original brown hair turned black, and a king character appeared on the forehead.

His hands changed the most, twice as large as before, black hair covering the entire palm, and between the flicks of his fingers, short dagger-like claws continued to poke out and withdraw from his palms. Each of the claws was like a blade, twenty centimeters long. The cold light of the forest flickered.

This is the first time that Ma Hongjun has seen the possession of the beast martial soul in a complete sense, which is much more complete than his evil fire phoenix, and this martial soul looks very strong.

Ma Ping's originally angry face turned into surprise, he obviously knew this martial spirit, and said in a deep voice: "This is the Black Tiger Martial Soul." ”

The Black Tiger Martial Soul is also a top-level martial soul, although it is not as powerful as the White Tiger Martial Soul, but it is also a king among the tiger martial souls, and it can be ranked in the top three tiger martial souls.

Immediately after that, three soul rings rose from under his feet, constantly hovering from his feet to the top of his head. The colors are yellow, yellow, and purple.

In particular, the purple at the top is the most eye-catching.

His second soul ring lit up.

"Black Tiger Shadow Change."

Before Ma Ming could react, he was hit in the chest by the black tiger who rushed over at great speed, flew out, hit the top of the tree, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Daddy!"

Ma Hongjun hurriedly ran over and helped Ma Ming up.

"Dad, how are you?"

Ma Ming coughed and said, "Hongjun, Dad is fine." ”

"Dragon Soul Gun."

Ma Hongjun said in a low voice, a golden dragon shadow flashed in his right hand, and a silver spear appeared in his hand.

Although he knew that he was not the opponent of the other party, Ma Hongjun saw that his father was injured, and the anger in his heart exploded uncontrollably.

"What are you doing, trying to kill people here?"

Ma Ping shouted, the young man ignored him at all, and the second spirit ring continued to light up, and he attacked him, full of murderous energy, and his actions had proved his idea.

Ma Ping had no choice but to meet him with a stick and fight together, but in terms of strength, he was no match for young men at all, and he was always at a disadvantage, and he couldn't hold out for long.

The angry Ma Hongjun rushed forward with the dragon soul gun.

"Hongjun, come back!" Ma Ming shouted anxiously from behind.

The young man saw Ma Hongjun's move, and the corner of his mouth smiled slightly.

"Boy, the martial soul looks good, I'll play with you."

The young man rushed in front of Ma Hongjun and said jokingly.

Then the boy's eyes sank and he snorted.

"Black Tiger, possessed!"

His martial soul was also a black tiger, and a yellow soul ring rose from under his feet.

Ma Hongjun's eyes were resolute, not moved at all, and the dragon soul spear stabbed directly.

"A hundred birds come out of the nest."

The boy's yellow soul ring lit up.

"Black Tiger Strikes."

The dragon soul spear and his tiger claws converged in the air, making a sound of gold and iron.

The trick of a hundred birds out of the nest is focused on the head of the gun, and the power is gathered to the head of the gun, and ten gun flowers dance in an instant, such as a hundred gun heads.

The young man sneered, thinking that a kid who didn't have a soul ring would dare to fight him, he was really not afraid of death.

But the next second, he couldn't laugh.

The Dragon Soul Spear passed directly through his tiger palm and pulled it out again, bringing out a patch of blood.

Immediately, he let out a miserable scream, and the state of the martial soul possession became unstable and looming.

The Dragon Soul Spear in Ma Hongjun's hand was in the air, and when it spun again, a shot smashed into his shoulder.

The boy was knocked out and spit out a mouthful of blood, and the martial spirit was directly beaten back into his body.

He struggled to get up, but the pain in his shoulder prevented him from mustering his strength.

It all took only ten seconds.

Ma Hongjun quickly put away the Dragon Soul Spear and retained the little soul power left.

Then he walked up to the boy, grabbed him by the throat of fate, and said.

"I'll help you up!"

In these ten seconds, Ma Ping was also defeated by the young man, holding the martial soul wooden stick, trembling and standing.

Young man, the third soul ring lit up, and he was about to strike a fatal blow to Ma Ping, when suddenly a voice sounded from behind.

"Don't move, or I'll kill him."