"Brother Wudao. Far away, Wu Yuexin's eyes swept over Ye Wudao, and there was a hint of mockery in the corners of his eyes.

"You ......" Wan'er frowned slightly.

"Why don't you dare. Without waiting for Wan'er to speak, Ye Wudao stood up, and the qi in his hands and souls surged, now that he was hiding behind Wan'er, he would definitely be looked down upon by more people, and when the time came, there would only be more and more people surrounding him, and it would be impossible to break the siege.

"Huh!"

Ye Wudao's palm rose out of a silver light, and a broken sword transformed into a palm, blessing the palm.

The broken sword exudes a majestic aura and surging might.

"This, this is?" The young man who surrounded him couldn't help but change his face suddenly, why is it heaven-level, his cultivation is talented......

"Let's go together. Ye Wudao said lightly, the true gods in his previous life, even if this fighting soul had not been transformed, he was sure to use his skills to deal with them.

"Let's go together?" The talented men hesitated for a while, then glanced at each other, and couldn't help but be angry in their hearts, and finally used all their strength, swords, guns, swords, and halberds all kinds of fighting spirits stood out, and smashed Ye Wudao.

"I think you're crazy. ”

"Don't blame me for chopping to death. ”

"You brought it on yourself!"

"Come on!"

In the past four weeks, except for Xia Lingxue's brother, the highest cultivation was the ninth stage of the spirit disciple, and he also reached the ninth stage in those fifteen-day sprint.

So the gap is not in cultivation, but only in talent and actual combat.

Talent, that is, the fighting spirit grade.

Actual combat is divided into skills and awareness, skills are the use of moves in actual combat, consciousness is what moves need to be cast at any time, what decisions the opponent will make before and after judging their moves, predicting dodging skills, etc., these are simply consciousness.

In terms of talent, if it was in the past, it might have been looked down upon, but now his fighting soul has been transformed, and it is the highest grade of heaven.

In terms of actual combat, whether it is skill or awareness, you can use your own experience for reference.

Therefore, in the face of the rushing talents, it is like slowing down, Ye Wudao can see it thoroughly, and his prediction is also very accurate, some moves, if you can dodge, you can dodge, and if you can't dodge, you just got to him soft.

"Click!"

In an instant, a talented man broke his arm, and was beaten to the ground by Ye Wudao with a scream.

His own moves are not fatal, and they are just ingenious enough to knock down everyone.

In a few moments, more than a dozen people fell.

He is naturally a little friend with a sword, but he uses the back of the sword, Rao is so, and the talents behind him quickly found the difference, they frowned, what is going on, a guy from the second stage of the spirit disciple, so many people can't kill him?

Xia Lingxue's eyes flashed with surprise, and she glanced at the talented people around her who fell like playing cards.

How so?

What is he ......

"Stop!"

When Xia Muxiu and Ye Wudao put aside their fighting spirits and took three steps back from each palm, Xia Muxiu realized the difference and shouted to stop.

Xia Muxiu's eyes revealed a trace of consternation, and he glanced at Ye Wudao, who had stabilized his figure.

Just now, he used eighty percent of his aura, this kid can actually tie with himself, he is not a second stage of spirit disciples at all!

"You have hidden your strength?" Xia Muxiu's face changed slightly, and the guy in front of him always felt that he was more than this level...... What level is he?

Can't see through it yourself?

"Ling Xue, you have to get along with him. Xia Mu walked to Xia Lingxue's ear side and said lightly.

"Ah brother, why?" Xia Lingxue was stunned.

"He's not what we see right now. Xia Muxiu replied in a low voice, and at the same time glanced at Ye Wudao, but saw that Ye Wudao was just looking at himself, his heart couldn't help jumping, and he hurriedly waved his hand and said: "Little brother, I have no intention of getting along with you, misunderstanding, misunderstanding." ”

Xia Muxiu's voice was undoubtedly a precautionary shot to all the talents, and everyone opened their mouths wide and looked at Ye Wudao's gaze, which was different.

Who is Xia Muxiu, they don't know, this son is extremely high-profile, but Rao is so, he actually took the initiative to show goodwill after a move with this kid?

In other words, this kid deserves his courtship?

All the talents, their hearts jumped, and they faintly realized the difference.

I and others have been deceived!

As early as he showed his heaven-level fighting spirit, he should have thought that this kid was not simple.

A guy who has awakened a heaven-level fighting soul, how bad will his cultivation be.

Although he was still the second stage of the spirit disciple on the surface, no one believed that it was his strength, and everyone looked at Ye Wudao's gaze with a lot of kindness.

Especially when she saw Wan'er stepping forward and standing side by side with Ye Wudao, these talents couldn't help but take ten steps back, and they dissipated like smoke, and those talents who were knocked to the ground finally got up in a daze, and Ye Wudao was relieved.

The banquet, except for this small episode, went on as scheduled, eighty-one days of pride, Wuyuexin was in it, she couldn't help but smile bitterly three times, and her mind couldn't help but recall the scene of Ye Wudao fighting against the crowd, she really looked away, she was gone, not one or two points.

I thought this was a waste, I didn't want to awaken the heaven-level fighting spirit, I thought my cultivation was poor, I didn't want him to hide his strength, I thought he would be inferior in actual combat, I didn't want to be outnumbered, I thought it was ......

Wu Yuexin's eyes flashed with surprise, and her afterglow clearly saw Wan'er walking towards Xia Lingxue.

The eyes kept following Wan'er's movements, adjusting their vision to Wan'er's central position.

"This is a letter that my father asked me to pass on to you, written sixteen years ago. Wan'er handed a pale yellow envelope to Xia Lingxue.

Xia Lingxue's complexion changed slightly, her eyes first swept over Wan'er, then the envelope, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but be puzzled, and said, "Do I have anything to do with you?"

"I don't know. Wan'er paused, her face changed slightly, "This letter, my father let me keep it for sixteen years, I haven't read it." Later, Pang returned to indifference, making Xia Lingxue stunned in place.

What does your father, who is your father, have anything to do with me, and besides, sixteen years ago, before he was born at that time, how could he write to himself?

"I don't know, you take it apart and take a look, if you don't mind......" Wan'er's indifferent face flashed a trace of anticipation for the first time.

"Do you want to see it? It doesn't matter, such a letter ......" Xia Lingxue opened the letter with a "sigh", but when she took out the white letter, she frowned.

"Who is it, talking such nonsense!" Xia Lingxue almost roared, the young talent standing beside her was startled, the elegant Xia Lingxue was so angry, the culprit was the letter?

"The letter...... What's written?" Wan'er asked.

"Smack!"

There was a merciless ravage, and then a crumpled ball of stationery was thrown out and smashed on Wan'er's face.

"What is in the letter, you won't read it yourself?" Xia Lingxue frowned, grinding her silver teeth.

"Boom!"

An explosion stirred the eardrums, and Wan'er's vest gave birth to three ice crystals.

The fighting spirit is revealed, and the brake is the cold air leaking out, and the power is all over the sky.

Ice crystals, hexagonal all over Wan'er's back, left, middle and right sides,

Ice crystals, the size of a fist, are very sharp at the upper and lower ends.

From the cold qi cast by the ice crystals, he transformed into a big ice blue hand, smashing Xia Lingxue's defenses and blasting her ten feet away.

"I hope you understand and respect people. Wan'er swept Xia Lingxue coldly under everyone's wide open mouth gaze, and in an instant, she restrained her fighting spirit, and couldn't help but open the envelope, and after her eyes deviated from Xia Lingxue, she followed the contents of the envelope, and after a long time, she finally frowned.

"Ling Xue, I am your own father. ”

"Wan'er, it's your sister. ”

"The family is still too chaotic ......"

"One day, I will pick you up and take you back rightly. ”