Seeing Long Ling'er arguing with Lin Qianqian, An Yi was overjoyed.

The big red sedan chair martial soul is on par with Long Ling'er's strength, if it is a one-on-one confrontation, there is a certain probability of a draw, but if Lin Qianqian, a woman with seven martial arts products, helps, there is a possibility of failure.

Therefore, he was very worried that Lin Qianqian was on Long Ling'er's side.

But now, when he heard Lin Qianqian's statement, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as Lin Qianqian didn't make a move, he was more sure and would arrest Long Ling'er.

"Long Ling'er, are you ready, my big scarlet sedan chair martial spirit, but the big nemesis of your women. As An Yiming spoke, his chin raised a smug arc.

"Your martial soul is very powerful, but it's just a rumor! As Long Ling'er spoke, her snow-white chin raised proudly.

Then her arms swam smoothly, and behind her there were halos of light constantly swallowing, and in the center of the aura, there was a sword with a whole body of blue light, which circled and moved at great speed.

However, at this last moment, she took her martial soul back.

Because, she heard a strange voice, which came from the roof of a house in the east of the city.

Following this voice, Long Ling'er's gaze finally fell on Long Yuanwu's body.

Long Ling'er has an extremely strong ability to perceive his five senses, and he sensed the source of this sound, which came from behind Long Yuanwu.

Tell him directly that Long Yuanwu has opened the martial soul space, and this voice just now was made by Long Yuanwu's martial soul.

"I'm going to devour!" Behind Long Yuanwu, a chaotic voice came out again.

"Don't worry, it will fulfill your wishes!" At this moment, the corners of Long Yuanwu's lips lifted a sly sneer.

He has been struggling with one thing, whether he should have a contest with Long Ling'er, use his absolute strength to convince the other party, and then take the initiative to hand over the position of acting patriarch.

Now, his idea is here, if he devours An Yiming's big red sedan chair martial spirit, let it be used for his own use, and then use it to deal with Long Ling'er, why can't he convince Long Ling'er.

Of course, even if he doesn't devour the big red sedan chair martial spirit, he is confident enough to defeat Long Ling'er, but this is not too enjoyable, because the relationship between him and Long Ling'er is not a competitor, but a couple on the contract.

At this moment, An Yiming's big red sedan chair martial soul is infinitely approaching Long Ling'er at his fastest speed.

Long Ling'er originally planned to release the martial soul and fight with the big red sedan chair martial soul with all her might, but because she heard the voice of Long Yuanwu's martial soul, she finally dispelled this idea, and she wanted to create an opportunity for Long Yuanwu to satisfy his wish.

Seeing the big saffron sedan chair martial soul rushing over, Long Ling'er did several somersaults one after another, using his fastest speed to avoid the opponent's edge.

"Long Ling'er, since you are the acting patriarch of the Long family, you should look like the patriarch, blindly avoiding it will only bring shame to your Long family!" An Yiming was also a little anxious, the strength level of the big red sedan chair martial soul was on par with Long Ling'er's cultivation, if he couldn't catch Long Ling'er in the first time, there would be a risk of extraneous branches.

"If I can't beat your martial soul, can't I hide?" At this moment, Long Ling'er's mentality became very calm. The tone of the speech was tinged with a hint of humor.

According to her plan, attract the attention of An Yiming's martial soul and create opportunities for Long Yuanwu.

Just now, with her sensitive hearing, she heard the voice of Long Yuanwu's martial spirit. Long Yuanwu will soon make a move, and then use his martial soul to subdue An Yiming's martial soul.

And An Yiming's martial soul is much less of a threat to a man who is comparable to his cultivation.

"See where you can hide!" An Yiming's gaze showed a touch of power, and then his arms swam smoothly, using his spiritual power to control his martial soul, and approaching Long Ling'er at a faster speed.

However, just when An Yi was secretly complacent, behind him, a mountain-like void figure rose from behind Long Yuanwu, rising to more than 100 meters.

This tall figure is Long Yuanwu's Dragon Slaying Tianzun Martial Soul, and its purpose is to devour An Yiming's big red sedan chair martial soul, and then turn it into his own.

"Long Ling'er, don't run if you have the ability!" An Yiming slightly noticed a trace of abnormality, and at the same time, with a hint of foreboding, it spontaneously arose in his heart, making him feel an inexplicable irritability.

At this moment, above his head, a huge shadow gradually enveloped her vision.

This huge shadow quickly obscured a void above him, casting a huge shadow on the ground.

"Ah......" When he saw this huge shadow, An Yiming was shocked, he never thought that when he dispatched his martial spirit, someone would dare to launch a sneak attack on him.

Long Yuanwu's Dragon Slaying Tianzun Martial Soul has been raised to more than 100 meters, and at this moment, he lifted his right leg high, and the sole of his right foot was also like a fan, shrouding the void and descending.

The target of his kick is An Yiming, who is standing on the ground.

Bang.

Just when An Yiming hadn't come back to his senses, the right leg of the Dragon Slayer Tianzun Martial Spirit had already stepped on it heavily.

"Ah!" An Yiming's face was shocked, this shadow instantly enveloped his whole person, even at this last moment, he subconsciously wanted to dodge, but he was still a beat slower.

"No one has ever been able to escape from the palm of my martial soul!" Long Yuanwu stood on the roof, his arms clasped in his arms, and his face was proud.

With the roar just now, the soulless foot of Dragon Slayer Tianzun stepped An Yiming's whole person into the ground.

An Yiming lost consciousness on the spot under the heavy blow of the Dragon Slaying Heavenly Venerable Martial Soul, and it took him a long time to wake up.

"What's going on, what's going on? Who attacked Lao Tzu?" An Yiming was stunned for a moment, someone actually released such a powerful martial spirit, which was really beyond his expectations.

He glanced around, and finally landed on the huge figure in front of him that was more than 100 meters high.

At this moment, Long Yuanwu's Dragon Slaying Tianzun Martial Soul, like a giant, took a wide step, rushing from the east of the city to the west of the city, and the target was An Yiming's big red sedan chair martial soul.

Hearing the voice behind him, the Dragon Slayer Tianzun Martial Spirit turned around, followed the sound, and saw An Yiming who was still in the pit, and his eyes flashed with a powerful color.

Then, he turned around, took a few steps forward, and then lifted his right leg high.

The incomparably wide right foot turned into a huge shadow, and in An Yiming's shocking pupils, it quickly expanded, and finally engulfed his whole person.

"Who did you scold just now?" The chaotic voice of the Dragon Slayer Tianzun Martial Soul seemed to come from a distant time and space, and there was a distant and ethereal feeling.