Ye Qingyang pressed down the thousands of thoughts in his heart, he knew that he couldn't escape from this level, it was useless to be nervous, it was better to face it calmly, since he beat that group of people yesterday, he expected that there would be a catastrophe, but he didn't expect it to come so quickly.

didn't wait for Ye Qingyang to speak first, but the figure in the rain took the lead and asked in a deep voice, "You are Ye Qingyang, right?"

"Yes. Ye Qingyang generously admitted it, and he asked rhetorically: "People from the Zhao family?"

The figure in the rain replied indifferently: "Yes, no, I am a professional thug, and you are the business I received today." ”

Ye Qingyang held his breath, his expression was nervous, his heartbeat involuntarily became rapid, and he asked the question he wanted to know the answer to the most: "Are you a soul hunter?"

"It's not. The figure in the rain spoke in the same tone as usual, and he couldn't see his expression clearly in the dark, he paused, and added: "I'm just like you." ”

When Ye Qingyang heard this, his heart slowly let go of it a lot, he exhaled lightly, his hand holding the handle of the umbrella relaxed, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook, and said with a smile: "That's okay, it's really rare, you can even meet another soul scraper." ”

He thought to himself, there is still a chance to pass this level, there is room for fighting, it is the same as himself, he is a soul destroyer, and his strength is at most a tenth-level body, not as dangerous as he imagined, just be careful.

The figure in the rain did not respond to Ye Qingyang's words, but said to himself: "My name is Wu Jiang! The business I have taken over has never failed." ”

As soon as the words fell, this professional thug named Wu Jiang suddenly rushed towards Ye Qingyang, like a violent wind, instantly breaking through the barrier of layers of rain, and turning his body into a deadly arrow, with an amazing roar pointing directly at the hunting target.

Ye Qingyang was stunned for a moment, but reacted in a blink of an eye, he hurriedly threw the vegetable bag in his left hand aside, and threw it with his right hand vigorously and rotated upward, and the umbrella was like a rapidly turning spinning top, quickly throwing off the rain, accompanied by raindrops splashing everywhere, and going upstream.

Ye Qingyang immediately kicked hard with his right foot, and rushed into the heavy rain with a brush, and went straight up, the large rain stones hit his body crazily, cool and a little numb, but his heart was hot for a while, his eyes were suddenly firm, his teeth were clenched, and his two small fists were clenched together.

In this battle, he has a reason not to lose!

When the brave wins when they meet on a narrow road, who is afraid of whom!

The two of them were like two surging torrents that were not afraid of death, colliding in the rain rapidly, Ye Qingyang's right fist swung hard, and he wanted to strike first, and the fierce fist wind pierced through the rain waves and hit Wu Jiang's head directly.

Wu Jiang's eagle-like eyes narrowed, he tilted his head sharply, the fist wind whistled in his ears, and the dodge was extremely fast, so that Ye Qingyang only hit in the air, Wu Jiang snorted coldly, and immediately counterattacked, his right hand instantly became a fist, and it blasted towards Ye Qingyang's chest like lightning.

Ye Qingyang's cold hair stood up, his reaction was not slow, his body was tense, his left shoulder was slanted, and his body moved three inches to the right, only to see a bowl of big fists passing by, and the friction between the fist wind and his arm was hot, or a beat slower, worthy of being professional, fortunately, it was not injured.

Just as Wu Jiang was about to close his fist, Ye Qingyang aimed at the opportunity, swung his left fist out and slammed into Wu Jiang's chest.

Wu Jiang saw that the old power of his right hand was exhausted and the new power was not born, his mind turned sharply, he didn't dodge or dodge, kicked his footsteps, and rushed straight towards Ye Qingyang, with a fierce momentum, his left hand was also clenched into a fist, and at the same time hit Ye Qingyang's chest.

This is a typical way of fighting for injuries for injuries, and he made up his mind to test Ye Qingyang's true strength.

Seeing this, Ye Qingyang's heart suddenly became ruthless, and he also ignored it, and his left fist rushed out like lightning.

Although he didn't fight much, he was familiar with all kinds of theoretical books, and knew that when fighting, he had to go all out and face difficulties, and he couldn't be overwhelmed by the opponent's momentum.

I saw that both of them hit each other with a punch in each other's chest, and at that moment, both of their bodies shook violently, the strength was equal, and their chests were numb, and the two of them were half-bent over, and their steps couldn't help but take three steps backwards, and a trace of blood seeped out of the corners of each other's mouths at the same time.

The two wiped the blood from the corners of their mouths, suddenly looked up at each other, and shouted in surprise almost in unison: "Level ten!"

Ye Qingyang didn't respond, but Wu Jiang clapped his palms, the corners of his mouth hooked, smiled coldly, and shouted again: "Enough pleasure!"

Wu Jiang is a fighting maniac, but he hasn't met someone with the same strength as himself for a long time, and the business he usually takes over is some weak chicken civilians, and he cries bitterly in three or two clicks, and he can't release his strength at all, which is very boring.

Let's go to the soul hunter to fight, and the strength is completely unequal, it is purely looking for abuse, and if he offends, it will be over, but he doesn't dare to blatantly go to the tenth level soul cultivator to fight, in case someone else comes back to settle accounts with himself after becoming a soul hunter, it is also looking for death.

The strength of Ye Qingyang's tenth-level physical body successfully aroused Wu Jiang's desire to fight, and for a while, the star soul power in his body was surging wildly in his limbs, and with a pinch of his fist, the green tendons of his whole body instantly burst out, and his bloodshot eyes quietly climbed up, and with a whoosh, he rushed towards Ye Qingyang at full speed, and his momentum soared to the extreme.

Wu Jiang shouted, wrapped in a roaring thunder, echoing in the alley: "Ye Qingyang, let's let go of our hands and have a happy fight." ”

At this moment, Wu Jiang's blood was boiling, he just wanted to fight with Ye Qingyang for dozens of rounds now, and enjoy the thrill of the collision of powers, that kind of scarred and incisive battle was a scene he had fantasized about for a long time.

Ye Qingyang knew that he had no way out, he could only fight to the bottom, only by passing tonight's hurdle first, would he have time to find a way to solve the Zhao family's troubles, and Xiaoxue was still waiting at home to cook by herself.

"Xiaoxue, you wait, my brother will come back and make you something to eat. ”

Ye Qingyang roared angrily in his heart, but he didn't say a word, and rushed straight forward with the same momentum.

A few thunderbolts flashed in the air, and the thunder shook the heavens and the earth, and the rainstorm was getting bigger and bigger.

I saw that these two people were like two rough and vicious star beasts, fighting fast, one punch was more ruthless than one punch, one leg was heavier than the other, and the speed of the tenth-level flesh body was particularly amazing, and the two of them were like two sharp shadows shuttling and fighting in the water.

I saw that in the thick sea of rain, the fists and shadows danced wildly, the legs were swept and kicked, the eyes were red, the faces were hideous, and they kept making low-pitched roars, all trying their best to knock each other down, and it was only a quarter of an hour down, and the two of them were injured to varying degrees everywhere in their bodies.

Ye Qingyang received a heavy punch to his left shoulder, almost displaced, his fists collided with the opponent head-on more than a dozen punches, blood flowed from his five fingers, and he received several punches in his chest, and he had been in a faint pain, no need to think about it, it must have been bruised, the two arms were too strong, and the muscles were trembling violently.

This was the first time he had fought with someone with such intensity, and he had encountered an experienced battle maniac, although everyone had the same strength, but he could not fully exert the power of this power, and several were caught off guard, and he was hit by the vital point, which made him suffer a lot of hidden losses.

Fortunately, his foundation is quite solid, and his comprehension ability is not low, and after slowly becoming familiar with the rhythm, he has practiced his fighting skills every day, and he is using them more and more easily, although the attack is not as sharp as the opponent, but he can barely defend.

At the beginning, Wu Jiang could still rely on the experience accumulated in his profession to press Ye Qingyang to fight, even if he exchanged injuries for injuries, one punch could withstand Ye Qingyang's three punches, and the vital points of his body were covered just right, and the degree of injury was not large.

But as soon as Ye Qingyang became familiar with it, Wu Jiang gradually couldn't suppress Ye Qingyang, Ye Qingyang rose from a disadvantage against the wind, and quickly transformed some of the theories he learned into practice, which was able to gain insight into Wu Jiang's ideas, and his strength improved a lot for a while.

The practice of pain and lessons has made Ye Qingyang grow rapidly!

In the end, one punch for another, Ye Qingyang blocked the vital point, and Wu Jiang naturally prevented the key point, and no one could please the other party at all.