"Drink!" a roar exploded from a forest, and an ancient tree let out a wail, shook a few times, and then fell to the ground weakly.

A young man stood under a tree, still in a punching posture, the breeze blowing across his face, but the determination and perseverance were lingering.

"Still can't do it!" the young man muttered, rubbing his aching fist.

That's right, this young man is the dragon soul!

After sending Meng'er back, he came to this forest and tried to practice his triple strength.

But dozens of trees were knocked down one after another, and there was no other result than failure.

Because of the unwillingness in his heart, the dragon soul gritted his teeth, waved his fists again and again, and several trees fell to the ground one by one, in exchange for failure.

Even the left fist, which can be broken by a hard stone, hurts slightly, and the skin of the finger has been worn out, and drips of bright blood are dripping down.

He had obviously successfully compressed the Yuan Force, but why couldn't he release it? The Dragon Soul lowered his head and touched his chin in contemplation.

"Damn!" I don't know why the dragon soul suddenly became very irritable, and with another palm, an unlucky tree fell down again.

"Boy, it looks like you're bored!" Suddenly, a voice echoed in the dragon soul's mind.

"Who are you?" the dragon soul was surprised, and turned his head to look around, but there was no one in sight.

"Who am I? Hehehe, you just need to know that I'm here to help you. Mysterious voices echoed.

"How can you help me?" the dragon soul raised his vigilance, his eyebrows tightened, his divine thoughts spread, and the movements of the surrounding grass and trees were all presented in his mind.

"Can I give you great strength so that you can use this third force?" The mysterious voice giggled, and the smile was eerie and creepy.

"What do you want?" the dragon soul snorted.

There is no free lunch in the world, pies cannot fall from the sky, and since the owner of the mysterious voice is willing to help him, he must have some scheme.

"No, I'll help you for free!" the mysterious voice sounded again.

"Why do you want to help me?" the dragon soul asked again.

"No why, do you need help?" said a mysterious voice.

"Thank you, no need!" the dragon soul replied coldly.

Before, this mysterious voice taught me to suck blood*, but afterwards I would be inexplicably irritable from time to time, and there was always a voice echoing in my consciousness, saying something like "Kill!

And there is also an inexplicable force that pulls him into the abyss of killing Miu and becomes a bloodthirsty devil!

These visions did not disappear completely until the high-level of the Paz Academy who had seen Ye Yilong back that time.

Once bitten by a snake, ten years afraid of grass ropes, the dragon soul is not willing to become a devil who only knows how to kill Miu in order to be strong!

"Don't, forget it. The mysterious voice sounded again, and there was a faint sigh.

The dragon soul didn't speak, just stood in place vigilantly, and after half an hour, he wiped his sweat and breathed a sigh of relief.

The owner of that mysterious voice should be gone.

"Strength is still the most important!" the dragon soul smiled bitterly, and continued to sweat, "destroying" this forest.

......

At the same time, Ye Yilong was also "tormenting" himself.

I saw a boulder in front of him, more than ten meters high!

"Whew!" a fierce punch slammed into the boulder, only for the boulder to shake.

His fists were also red, and there were even drops of blood in some places.

Long Xin is right, his ** strength is indeed not strong enough.

Although he faintly feels that the dragon heart is much stronger than himself, but that understatement punch can hurt himself, in addition to the strong dragon heart, his own ** strength is too weak is also a major factor.

No, he dragged a boulder here to play the game of "blasting the boulder with his fist".

Although each punch only made the boulder tremble a few times, it gathered into a tower of sand, and there were many cracks on the boulder.

Every time he attacked, he didn't use the Yuan Force, if he wanted to use the Yuan Force, he could be shattered in one go! The terrifying strength of the sixth level of the human rank was no joke. Although his foundation is unstable, it is only a stone, and it is as easy as pinching an ant to death.

Just by doing this, your own ** strength will not be able to be improved, so how can you progress?

Another elbow hit the boulder, and the boulder shuddered a few times, and a few more cracks appeared.

"It seems that you are not a squandering gentleman. Just as Ye Yilong threw another punch, a voice sounded from behind him.

Why do these mysterious people like to pop up out of nowhere and come up to you and say "yes, yes"?

I don't know if it's scary? If you knock on the door, you'll die?

Well, this is the suburbs, so you can walk from the distance of your sight, so that at least you can not be so shocked.

What if you suddenly jump out of someone's back and scare out a heart attack?

I have to say that in such a situation, Ye Yilong can still "have a lot of thoughts", which is really powerful, maybe he Ye Yilong is the first myth who can still complain to himself when facing a mysterious enemy.

"Are you?" Ye Yilong turned around, only to see an old man sitting on the ground holding his beard.

Uncle, why are you still like a child?

Who told Lao Tzu that some mysterious old men all look like fairy wind bones? Sitting on the ground like this is a fairy wind bones, and they are sanctimonious?

"Wait, are you ......" Ye Yilong pointed at the old man, and his face brushed in his mind.

This old man is very familiar, where have he seen it?

That's right, it's the old man at the auction, but at that time, others were kind and polite, which is the appearance of this stinky old man now?

To put it mildly, it is not to sit or not.

"I remember, I'm the old man at the auction. The old man got up from the ground and patted the dust off his robe.

"Who are you?" Ye Yilong's face suddenly changed.

The old man was stunned for a moment, Lao Tzu waited for you for a long time and then asked, "Who are you?" Don't you know what you are doing pretending to be thinking hard?

Although Ye Yilong looked puzzled, his heart was pounding.

It's impossible to say you're not afraid.

He sent Yin Lei to rob other people's things, who knows what He Shaoye's guy will do in this auction if he can't receive the goods? Although He Shaoye's power may not be able to shake this auction house in the slightest.

But what if this old man holds a grudge and comes to take revenge on himself?

After doing this, Ye Yilong said that it was not false, it was fake.

But fortunately, he is thick-skinned, looks innocent and confused, and doesn't blush when he lies.

"You don't know me?" asked the old man.

"I don't know who you are?" Ye Yilong asked, his face calm, nothing unusual.

"Hehehe, acting talent is really high!" the old man was stunned for a moment, and then laughed.

"What acting? I don't understand. Ye Yilong said.

Since you have decided to die and not admit it, then let's learn the dragon soul to be shameless to the end! Ye Yilong thought.

"The thief who came to rob our auction goods of the 'Mysterious Poison Needle' was sent by you, right? That black robe is coded, 3467, and the owner of the black robe is one of the people who went with you to pick up the goods at that time, right?" Lao Tzu said jokingly, his cloudy eyes bursting out.

"What?" Ye Yilong couldn't imagine that the black robe still had a code!

And Yinlei was too careless, so he didn't change his clothes?

"I don't know what you're talking about. Ye Yilong said.

Anyway, at that time, he and the others were wearing black robes, and the old man didn't see the faces of himself and the others, and he didn't have a problem with his death.

"Still don't admit it? The man in black showed his face when he made a move, and after my investigation, you and the man in black will meet. The old man said.

"But how do you know it must be me?" Ye Yilong asked helplessly.

"Hehehe, among the people who are with you, except for that bold stinky boy, your cultivation is the highest! So, the man in black who was bidding for more than 100 Divine Dye Stone auction items at that time was no one but you. And ......," the old man said at this point, and suddenly stopped.

"I felt a slight tremor in the space during the transaction, it must have been someone who was transmitting the sound at ......that time! Isn't the person who instructed him who are you?" the old man smirked, as if he was complacent that he had deduced the final answer.

"It's a bit of a rough explanation, but you guessed it. Ye Yilong spread his hands.

The paper can't hold the fire, and when he first instructed Yinlei, he had the consciousness of being discovered, but he didn't expect it to come so quickly.

Now that he has been recognized, under the "ironclad evidence", he has nothing to say.

"Hand over the 'Mysterious Poison Needle', maybe I'll let you live!" the old man threatened.

"Ahh

"Stop making things up! Hand over the 'Mysterious Poison Needle'! Otherwise, your result will be like this boulder......" As he spoke, the old man slapped out of the air, Ye Yilong flashed sharply, and the powerful energy bombarded the boulder, and with a "boom", the boulder shattered into fine slag.

"Broken bones!" the old man continued viciously.

"Hey, He Gongzi!" Ye Yilong suddenly pointed his finger.

The old man turned around and saw that the suburbs were empty.

This kid is playing tricks on me! The old man was in a hurry, and when he turned his head, he found that Ye Yilong was long gone.

"Hmph, do you think it's enough to escape?" the old man laughed fiercely, his withered arm like an old branch of a dead tree, crumpled and bloodless.

I saw him raise his arms high and raise them in front of him, pulling them towards his chest, and a black shadow was pulled back by him and fell heavily to the ground.

"If I can't catch that thief who grabbed something, can't I catch you?" the old man sneered.

"Ahem, cough, cough!" Coughing violently, Ye Yilong got up from the ground, his eyes revealing endless solemnity.

This old man's strength is beyond his imagination, and he can't do it if he doesn't dignified!

"Hand over the 'Mysterious Poison Needle'!" the old man said the same sentence unchanged.

"Okay!" Ye Yilong reluctantly took out a turquoise box from the Yuan Ring, glanced at the green box reluctantly, and threw it at the old man.

"How good it would have been a long time ago!" the old man muttered, reaching out to catch it.

But Ye Yilong shouted loudly at this time, "Explosion!"

"Boom!" the green box exploded into a mushroom cloud, and the sea of fire in the sky drowned the old man.

"Drink!" Ye Yilong gathered his strength uneasily, blasted out one ball of vitality after another, and smashed into the mushroom cloud that was about to dissipate, re-invigorating its bloom!

"You're going to die this time, right?" Kneeling on one knee, Ye Yilong gasped, his mind a little dizzy.

Nearly eighty percent of the Yuan Force in the body was condensed into a ball of Yuan Qi and exploded, and the vast ocean of Yuan Force turned into a stream.

His eyes burst into a fierce cold light, and the beautiful mushroom cloud had disappeared, leaving only endless smoke and dust.

If the old man doesn't die, then he has to die.

He must not be able to hand over the "Mysterious Poison Needle", otherwise when the dragon soul returns, what he faces is death!

"I didn't expect you kid to be so cunning!" a hoarse voice came from the smoke.

The worst happened, the old man really didn't die!

You can't escape now, you don't have the kind of concealment ability of Silver Thunder, no matter where you flee, you are still in the scope of his divine thoughts.

The old man's strength was unfathomable, and he didn't know how wide the scope of his divine thoughts was.

There is no other way but to fight, in short, death cannot hand over the "Mysterious Poison Needle"!

The bone spear with a faint cold light appeared in Ye Yilong's hand, and a powerful aura burst out, rolling towards the figure in the smoke and dust!

"Machine spirit, I didn't expect you to have a weapon with a machine spirit, this time you will collect some interest by the way!" the old man said, his eyes blazing on the bone spear in Ye Yilong's hand, scattering a wolf-like gloom.

"If you want to take it, come and get it!" Ye Yilong bit his finger and quickly smeared the blood flowing from his finger on the head of the bone spear.

An aura that was even more domineering than the original emanated from Ye Yilong's body, and the old man frowned, it was actually a second-level cultivation of the ground level!

The Silver Moon Wolf King devoured several soul grasses every year when he was alive, and its soul strength had already broken through the Qiankun Human Rank and stepped into the Ground Rank.

It's just that Ye Yilong's cultivation was still too weak at that time, and his physical strength was extremely weak, so he couldn't withstand the massive energy of the ground level at all, and he couldn't fully release his strength.

Although Ye Yilong's physical strength is not much stronger now, it is much stronger than before!

"It's good to be able to fully unleash your strength!" Ye Yilong said.

At this moment, he is not only Ye Yilong, but also the Silver Moon Wolf King!

has Ye Yilong's consciousness, and also has the strength of the Silver Moon Wolf King.

"Wow!" As soon as the words fell, Ye Yilong's figure suddenly disappeared, and the next moment it flashed behind the old man like a ghost.

Ye Yilong's eyes were bright, the tip of the gun cut through the air and made a soft "whoosh" sound, and the cold wind behind the old man's head was fierce!

"Carving insect skills!" sneered, the old man bent down suddenly, landed on the ground with his hands, and before Ye Yilong could change his moves, he had already fallen upside down with one leg!

Ye Yilong straightened the bone spear horizontally to resist.

"Qiang!" The old man's naked feet collided violently with the body of the gun, and Ye Yilong took a few steps backwards.

Widening the distance from Ye Yilong, the old man landed on the ground with one hand, and with the other hand, a red Yan Yuan ball had already condensed, and with a slight flick, the Red Yan Yuan ball flew towards Ye Yilong.

Seeing that the old man's entire movements were smooth and smooth, without any gaps, Ye Yilong didn't have time to be surprised, his body flashed, and he avoided the fireball.

The fireball slammed into the ground not far away, and there was a roar, and the ground became scorched!

The two stand against each other, and the second round of PK is about to begin!