Chapter 117 116. Sorry, I Really Didn't Take You Seriously

"Yang Ming, wouldn't it be too reckless for you to deal with Ye Zhiqiu, the soul king?"

Hearing Tang San's advice, Yang Ming paused slightly, turned around and said with a smile:

"Didn't you just analyze Ye Zhiqiu's black turtle martial soul for me just now? The black turtle belongs to water, and it happened to be restrained by my martial soul Qinglian's heart fire, and his speed must not be much faster. That's the key."

In fact, Yang Ming also wanted to try it out to see where his current limit was, especially after using the Bamen Dunjia.

Although, each time you use the eight-door dungeon, it will consume a certain amount of lifespan according to the number of times you open the door.

Big deal, Yang Ming will improve his lifespan by cultivating immortals in the future.

The skill of Bamen Dunjia is a skill with great potential.

It doesn't mean that everyone will gain the same strength after opening the Eight Gate Dunjia.

Instead, according to the comprehensive aspects of each person's physical fitness, personal willpower, and physical endurance, the corresponding strength improvement is obtained.

This point can be illustrated by Naruto, the source of the Eight Door Dunjia.

Maitedai, that is, Maitekai's father, tried his best to open the Eight Gate Dunjia to deal with the seven people of Kirigakure, but only killed four elite jounin, and three elite jounin survived by chance.

But when it was Maitekai's turn, it was different. Maitekai almost killed Uchiha Madara after he opened the eight doors. He was the man who almost kicked the finale.

The same principle holds true for Yang Ming.

A few years ago, Yang Ming was only a six-year-old soul master, his body hadn't fully grown yet, and his foundation was relatively weak in all aspects. Even if he opened six of the eight Dunjia doors, it would only allow him to obtain soul power at the level of a soul master.

But if it were changed to today, Yang Ming does not need to open six doors, only by opening three doors, he can obtain the soul power of the soul master level, and if he opens key nodes such as four, six, seven, and eight doors, it will be even more difficult. Can get unimaginable improvement.

That is to say, the stronger one's own strength is, the stronger one will be if one opens the Eight Door Dunjia.

This is also one of the reasons why Yang Ming practiced hard every day and night in the past few years.

Blacksmith need its own hardware!

The system is just a support, if you want to become stronger, you still have to rely on your own efforts!

It's a long story, everyone has arrived outside the town one after the other.

The night is low, the stars are dotted, and the streamers are shining.

Ye Zhiqiu was wearing a coquettish bag, and opened five soul rings along the way, which was particularly eye-catching. Along the way, he attracted the attention of many people who ate melons, and there were many onlookers behind him.

Coming out of the small town, Ye Zhiqiu's feverish mind calmed down again.

After all, time is not forgiving, and middle-aged people always look forward and backward. At the moment, Ye Zhiqiu looked at Yang Ming and his party, and said in a deep voice:

"I'll give you one more chance. It's still too late to apologize to us and admit our mistakes."

Dai Mubai smiled wickedly, and said:

"Wrong? What is right and what is wrong? If you have a big fist, you are right. Let's talk about it after defeating Yang Ming first!"

Ye Zhiqiu heard the meaning of the words, frowned, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes, and said coldly:

"In this field, you are still so arrogant? You only sent one person to appear on the stage. Do you not take my majestic Soul King seriously?"

Yang Ming straightened his clothes and walked out of the crowd.

Now that you have joined Shrek Academy, you must have the awareness to become a monster.

At that moment, the corner of Yang Ming's mouth grinned, revealing a row of white teeth, perhaps influenced by Dai Mubai and others, he let out wild words, saying:

"Sorry, I really didn't pay attention to you."

"Because, I'm not a human, I'm a monster!"

Wow!

There was an uproar among the melon-eating crowd.

How dare a great soul master dare to provoke a soul king like this!

This immediately ignited the passion of the people who eat melons, and they were just about to smash a bag of melon seeds in their hands.

"Okay, very good!"

Ye Zhiqiu's eyes shone with a chilling coldness. Due to his over-excited emotions, the soul power on his body from the fifty-third-level soul king fluctuated up and down, carrying a burst of pressure.

Invisibly, even Dai Mubai and the others turned their faces slightly condensed, and subconsciously activated their martial spirits to resist.

"I'll let you all know what will happen if you offend me, Ye Zhiqiu!"

Ye Zhiqiu stepped forward with his left foot, his whole body was full of black light, and he let out a low roar like a beast, melodious and vicissitudes.

"Roar!"

The first and second soul rings on his body lighted up at the same time, and his body quickly spun half a circle, revealing the turtle shell on his back. At the same time, a stream of black light was released with a dense cold air.

As soon as the battle started, Ye Zhiqiu used his two soul skills.

One is the turtle body protection, which can give oneself a strong defense ability and can avoid being attacked by others.

The other is Xuanshui Frozen, which can release cold air, create a field that is beneficial to oneself, and at the same time, slow down the opponent's speed.

It has to be said that a strong man who can become a soul king has a few brushes.

Ye Zhiqiu started the game with two skills, not seeking a quick victory, but he has already put himself in an invincible position.

If Yang Ming didn't have the soul fire of Qinglian, he wouldn't even be able to get close to Ye Zhiqiu. Once he got close, his body would be frozen by the ice poured from the fifty-three level soul power.

Gusts of cold wind blew, and the ground was covered with a layer of solid ice at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Yang Ming took one step at a time, while resisting the pressure of the powerful soul power of the mid-level soul master, he could feel the extremely cold breath constantly blowing towards his face.

Not long after, the surface of the skin was covered with a thin layer of frost, and the extremely cold breath was constantly trying to penetrate into the body through the pores on the surface of the skin.

Yang Ming could feel that his body was becoming stiff, his speed was beginning to slow down, and the blood flow in his body was also being sluggish.

If you stay here for a long time, it will even turn into a popsicle.

A sneer flashed in Ye Zhiqiu's eyes, and he said arrogantly:

"Boy, I advise you to be a hero who understands current affairs, surrender and admit defeat early, so that you can suffer less flesh and blood."

However, just as he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly widened, showing a hellish expression.

However, a cyan light appeared on Yang Ming's body, followed by the swaying flame clothes.

This time, Yang Ming didn't deliberately absorb the heat of Qinglian's heart fire, and let the thousands of degrees of high temperature fly wantonly!

Zizizi! Zizizi!

High temperature and extreme cold, two completely different temperatures collided with each other. The solid ice that had just condensed on the ground made an unpleasant sound the moment Yang Ming stepped on it, and quickly evaporated into white smoke.

The smoke curled up, Yang Ming was alone with a sword, his face looked a bit obscure, only the red light from his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate layers of smoke, like a demon in the fog.

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(Thanks to all the book friends at the starting point, because I can’t see the name in the background, I don’t know who to thank, thank you all)