Chapter 622: Fox Tail

Listening to Zhan Haochen's explanation, Liu Yi and Lu Qianli instantly understood why Zhan Haochen wanted to avoid them, it turned out that this guy had such a background and history.

There are three of them who came over this time, and Lu Qianli is a woman, this guy is afraid that he is eyeing Lu Qianli.

"Since you know my past, then you know my rules, hand over the little girl next to you to me, you two do whatever you like, I will spare you from dying." Eventually, the young man told his purpose.

Seeing that the other party showed the fox's tail, Lu Qianli clenched her fists, and anger gradually appeared on her face.

Liu Yi beside her was pale, this time Lu Qianli and Zhan Haochen accompanied him to rush to the realm, if something happened to Lu Qianli here, he would become an indirect sinner.

How could he not be angry when he encountered such a thing.

"Senior, are you sure you want to condone your young master to do this?" Zhan Haochen stepped forward, his powerful momentum was directly released, and the strength of the Soul Emperor Realm was directly displayed.

Zhan Haochen's momentum let go, and the three on the opposite side exclaimed at the same time: "Soul-Soul Emperor." ”

"Are you still going to stick to your approach?"

"This guy turned out to be the Soul Emperor, such a young Soul Emperor!" The young man was shocked, he had seen a lot of soul emperors, but it was the first time he had seen such a young man.

As for Zhan Haochen's soul cultivation of the Soul Emperor, the young man suddenly felt that his face was slapped hard. Just now, he ridiculed that people couldn't catch up with him, but they didn't care about him at all.

I pretend to be a clown and think how powerful I am, it's really a shame to throw it to my grandmother's house!

"Last time you came with two Soul Emperors, you can bully people, this time you are just one, do you really think you can do whatever you want?"

"Uncle, can you deal with that kid?" The young man quickly came back to his senses, and his gaze swept over Lu Qianli and then Liu Yi.

One Soul Emperor, one Nine-Rank Soul Saint and one Five-Rank Soul Venerable, there is a Soul Emperor on their side, two Nine-Rank Soul Saints, as long as the Soul Emperor on their side can deal with the young Soul Emperor on the other side, this battle, no matter how they fight, they will win.

"It's not easy to kill a Soul Emperor, but I can still do this if I contain him." The old man thought about it for a while, and finally gave his own explanation.

Although the two of them are also Soul Emperors, they are also confident that with his combat experience and years of soul power accumulation, they are definitely stronger than the young man in front of him.

But even so, the strength of the Soul Emperor's Soul Emperor cannot be underestimated, and he does not dare to say that he is absolutely sure, so he can only estimate conservatively.

"In this way, then you will restrain that kid first, Liu Hongmei, you stop that young man, and that little girl will be handed over to me." The young man commanded.

His purpose is to capture Lu Qianli, as long as she is caught, then this battle will be won by them.

Listening to the young man's instructions, the old man and the man named Liu Hongmei glanced at each other, and then nodded together.

"Liu Yi, you deal with that woman, and you don't have to worry about the rest for the time being." Zhan Haochen's tone was extremely calm.

He knew in his heart that the other party dared to make a move, it was because they had one more Nine-Rank Soul Saint, which was their advantage. As long as they take advantage of this advantage, they will definitely be able to win them in this battle.

"Can you two do it? The other party is a Soul Emperor and a Nine-Rank Soul Saint. Liu Yi was a little worried.

It's no problem to deal with an absolute soul saint by herself, but it's difficult for Lu Qianli, she is only a fifth-rank soul saint, and if she has to deal with a soul saint, and it's a ninth-stage, it's not a joke. 繶䂕N୎ᰠ⩲㩧晎䭜ᴠg끥节ⱻN・17䵑㦍֖ژȰ