N-A-A Chapter 202
Chapter 202
King Yan seized the opportunity, got up from the ground, and straightened his clothes.
He dressed up.
"Little Goose, how old is this little brother you are talking about?"
The third master Yang who spoke was good at writing and had a kind personality.
Little Goose?
Hearing this address, the veins on King Yan's forehead jumped.
Oh no, I have become a eunuch.
But this question really stumped him, and he could only smile awkwardly:
"Well... I don't know, I forgot to ask him."
"But please rest assured, my brother is not old, definitely under 19."
The shocked eyes of the people around him gradually began to change and become weird.
"Twin martial souls, can destroy the Soul Sect in a snap of a finger, under the age of nineteen."
Third Master Yang thought and said:
"I'm afraid the only one who can fight him is the peerless genius of the Temple of Light..."
"Holy Son Huang Yan."
When it comes to this,
King Yan's body trembled, and he immediately became majestic and pretended.
"What kind of rubbish is Huang Yan."
"Is he very strong?"
"Honestly, he is not even worthy of carrying shoes for my brother Luo."
"It's because my brother didn't go to the temple, otherwise the position of Holy Son would have been passed to Huang Yan?"
Listening to King Yan's eloquent speech,
the surrounding sect leaders, elders, and young descendants opened their mouths unconsciously, with disbelief written all over their eyes.
Everyone had the same idea in their hearts.
Blow!
Keep blowing.
See if you can blow the sky.
"Do you think we have never seen the world?"
Fourth Master Yang was furious and poked with a gun.
Fortunately, King Yan dodged in advance, otherwise his shoulder would have been pierced.
Third Master Yang also frowned unhappily: "You know how to sell! But do you want to recall how you bragged just now?"
King Yan thought that after he finished speaking, he would be amazed, shocked, and eager to ask him who the other party was.
Unexpectedly, he was alienated.
Looking around, he saw pairs of questioning and rolling eyes, and finally fell on the sickly woman who was still beautiful without makeup.
"Xiruo, do you believe what your uncle said?"
"Uh..."
Yang Xiruo reminded: "Uncle, the twin top martial spirits of Huangyan have been cultivated by the Temple of Light with all its resources. Now they are already fifth-level soul kings."
"Are you sure there is someone who can crush him?"
That guy is fifth-level?
King Yan frowned slightly and nodded at Yang Ruoxi:
"I'm sure."
"I will be responsible for everything I said today."
Everyone around looked at him strangely, and they didn't wait for the irritable old brother Yang Siye to start.
The second-level Tianzun Yang Jinghong was the first to angrily retort:
"That Huang Yan has the talent, resources and background of the ceiling level of the continent."
"He is not even worthy of carrying shoes for your little brother. Isn't this bragging!"
"Do you think I have no brains, or the whole family has no brains!!!"
"Jinghong, shut up!"
The leader Yang Tingjun frowned: "We can beat him and spit on him, but you have to respect the elders."
Yang Jinghong raised his head and said stubbornly:
"My aunt Qiurong suffered so much injustice, what's wrong with me scolding him!"
"This young leader will beat him!"
"Boom!"
Yang Tingjun slowly withdrew his hand, and the arc in his palm converged.
Yang Jinghong's hair stood up, his body was burnt black, and white smoke came out of his mouth.
"Old... old man, you'd better sleep and don't... don't close your eyes."
"Bang!"
Yang Jinghong fell to the ground.
The people around him didn't even blink, they were already used to this drama of fatherly love and filial piety.
After dealing with the rebellious son, Yang Zongzhu moved his eyes to the face of King Yan, his eyes narrowed slightly.
"Ye Tianyan, if you want to rely on this kind of sensational way to see Qiu Rong."
"It will only make this Zongzhu look down on you even more."
King Yan was anxiously punching his legs and said angrily: "Why don't you believe what I say!"
"In your eyes, am I so untrustworthy?"
Purple lightning surged in Yang Zongzhu's eyes, and his breath was dangerous:
"Back then, my Yang family trusted you and let sister Qiu Rong marry far away to the Canglong Empire, and then what?"
King Yan's momentum disappeared, and the whole person became decadent.
"I'm sorry..."
Master Yang interrupted coldly: "Don't talk nonsense."
"I'll only give you one more chance to say one more word."
King Yan opened his mouth to speak, but he held it back after hearing the words.
After thinking, he took a deep breath.
His eyes were shining with sincerity, and he said seriously: "Brother Luo I mentioned, he crushed and killed the Soul Sect with a level of 48 with a level of 30 cultivation."
The scene was quiet at first, and then the whole audience was in an uproar.
"What?"
"How is this possible!"
"Level 30, killing a level 48? Are you kidding me?"
The exclamations continued among the younger generation.
The five elders and YangThe clan leader stared at King Yan, trying to judge whether this was true or not.
The charred young man on the ground raised his finger tremblingly and pointed at King Yan:
"Impossible, absolutely impossible, even if you have twin martial spirits, you can't do it."
King Yan slowly arranged his clothes and was no longer in a hurry.
"If you don't believe it."
"I will leave now, but it will delay the marriage of my niece Xiruo."
Fourth Master Yang scolded: "You are still trying to tease people, get out!"
Clan leader Yang also looked like seeing him off.
The family rules are strict, and even if the younger generation is curious, they dare not go beyond it.
King Yan's mouth twitched, pretending to be awesome.
Now it's hard to get off the tiger.
He didn't want to leave, and he still hoped to rely on Brother Luo to restore the goodwill of the Yang family.
"Uncle, please stay."
A soft and warm voice came out, and it was Yang Xiruo.
"Cough."
She gently wiped the blood coughed from the corner of her mouth and stopped him:
"Uncle, marriage is not important, Xiruo has no intention of getting married."
"The main thing is to know who this person is."
"Xiruo, don't listen to his nonsense."
When the always irritable Fourth Master spoke to Yang Xiruo, his voice unconsciously became gentle and loving:
"A level 30 player beats a level 48 player, and defeats the enemy across 18 realms. Is this something a human can do?"
King Yan seized the opportunity and said:
"Because my brother Luo not only has twin martial spirits, his first two spirit rings are purple."
"One for a thousand years, and one for five thousand years."
A series of question marks appeared on the faces of everyone in the audience.
They wondered if they had heard it wrong.
"The first two spirit rings... a thousand years?"
The proud sons of the Yang family swallowed their saliva and couldn't believe it.
Fourth Master Yang's face twitched, and he couldn't help cursing:
"Instead of bragging like that."
"You might as well say that the Great Emperor Canglong was fucked by a dog."
"It will convince us more."
Master Yang didn't vent his dissatisfaction like Fourth Master.
He was lost in thought, and he still had some understanding of this brother-in-law.
He wouldn't have boasted so much.
But the second soul ring was five thousand years old, which was too shocking.
Even the master of such a top power couldn't believe it.
He had never heard of it, never seen it.
It wasn't even in the legend.
How strong must this kid's martial soul be, and how strong must his physical foundation be.
He pondered and said, "If it is a twin martial soul, plus a five thousand year soul ring, it is possible to defeat a weaker soul sect by crossing eighteen levels."
Yan Wang said, "No, brother-in-law, he didn't kill any cats and dogs."
"It was the eldest prince of the White Tiger Empire, Jun Wuhui, who possessed the top beast martial soul, the Wind and Thunder White Tiger."
"What?!!"
Now, let alone the younger generation being shocked,
even the older generation stared with eyes wide open.
Yang Xiruo's narrow and weak eyes flashed with a brilliant edge.
Without waiting for others to question, Yan Wang pointed to the sky with one hand: "I know this is outrageous, but I swear to heaven that this is true!"
"If there is even a lie, I will never see Qiu Rong again in my life."
This is very important.
As soon as this was said, the whole audience was moved.
Whether it was the elders or the younger generation, they all knew how much Yan Wang loved the sect master's sister.
Otherwise, how could he have visited the clan nine hundred and ninety-nine times in six years?
Every time he came, he was scolded and looked down upon?
He was a vassal king, did he really not care about his face?
At this moment, even if the genius King Yan had said before was outrageous.
They couldn't help but believe it.
"Is there such a genius in the world?"
"It's so terrifying."
"It's so terrible, I thought our sister was invincible."
The younger generations whispered to each other.
The elders of the clan also stroked their beards to ease the shock in their hearts.
Sect Master Yang said: "If there is such a monster in the world as you said."
"It must be from a top force."
"Which family is he from?"
The silent and majestic Sect Master Yang said more at this time, indicating that his heart was not calm.
"Why has this sect master never heard of him? Has he been hidden by a big power?"
King Yan did not answer immediately, but raised his confidence:
"Don't worry, I haven't finished introducing you yet."
"You haven't finished introducing you yet?"
Everyone's eyes widened even more.
"My brother, in addition to the twin martial souls and the thousand-year soul ring, has a natural spiritual pupil between his eyebrows that can see through illusions."
King Yan was beaming with joy, and he listed everything like the back of his hand:
"Not only that, he also created a combat skill called the Wandering Dragon Soul Devouring."
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