Chapter 147 146. Capture the Martial Soul

(four more)

The sword aura Yang Ming emitted in anger was not simple, even if he just shot it with his fingertips, the power was quite astonishing, and the sharp aura hit people's faces.

At that moment, Bu Le's complexion changed suddenly, he didn't expect that this little boy in front of him actually had such strength, he was careless, even though he withdrew his hand in time by virtue of his years of experience in the rivers and lakes.

However, Yang Ming's sword energy is so sharp, even if it is just a light swipe from his middle finger, he is only a soul master of flesh and blood, and he is not good at defense, so his unhappy middle finger was cut off on the spot!

Snapped!

The broken middle finger landed on the table. From the smooth cut, it can be seen that Yang Ming's sword energy was effortless.

"what!"

A scream attracted the attention of the guests in the teahouse.

Seeing the conflict between the two soul masters, the expressions of the rest of the guests changed slightly, and they hurriedly checked out and left, fleeing from this right and wrong place.

The five fingers connected to the heart, and the pain of breaking the middle finger kept coming like a tide.

Bule's face was livid, he gritted his teeth, and his occlusal muscles protruded, but he was worthy of being an experienced soul master. He stepped back again and again, opening the distance between him and Yang Ming. Bandage the wound on the middle finger.

"You stinky boy, you pissed me off!"

Bu Le stared at Yang Ming with a gloomy expression. He was not a good person in the first place. In the original book, he even wanted to force Xiao Wu to do some indescribable things.

At this time, under the anger, the soul power of forty-sixth level surged on the body surface, and four soul rings, two yellow and two purple, appeared at the feet.

Behind Bu Le, Wuhun emerged.

Bule's Wuhun is extremely weird, it is two pink semi-circular covers, about the size of steamed buns.

The moment the martial soul emerged, it immediately floated above his head. The dark-skinned man now appeared with two pink martial souls on top of his head. It was as disgusting as it could be.

But it has to be said that Bu Le dared to moles Feng Baobao in public, so he naturally had enough confidence, and his own strength had reached the forty-sixth level of the soul sect.

The severe pain constantly coming from the severed finger made Bu Le go crazy. Even if he faced the fate of being wanted, he wanted to kill Yang Ming on the spot to vent his hatred!

Thinking of this, Bule's soul power surged, and the second yellow soul ring on his body lit up.

hum!

With the Bule soul ring lighting up, the martial spirit floating up and down on top of his head continued to enlarge, and grew to the size of half a human being at a speed visible to the naked eye. Accompanied by a whistling sound, it was actually going to envelop Yang Ming in the air. in.

Weird martial soul, weird soul skills!

But since Bu Le dared to do this, it must not be groundless, with his plot in it.

Yang Ming glanced out of the corner of his eyes, looked out of the window, and saw the secret whistle set up nearby by the Wuhun Palace, obviously someone paid attention to this side, secretly hated Bu Le, and dared to interfere with his good business.

"Sister Bao'er, break his three legs for me."

"Boss, rest assured and leave it to me!"

Feng Baobao slapped the table violently, tapped the stool lightly with his toes, he rolled over, raised his two jade arms like lotus roots, clenched his pink fists, and made an attack gesture.

Bu Le chuckled, with a pair of eyes with a strange light, looking up and down Feng Bao Bao, and then the two covers turned around and put it on Feng Bao Bao's head.

From Feng Baobao's body, Bu Le couldn't feel the slightest soul power at all, and only regarded her as an ordinary girl.

Bule, as a control-type soul master, once his figure is controlled by his hood, won't he let him knead him?

At the thought of tying up Feng Baobao's graceful figure, Bu Le suddenly became short of breath, and a certain part of his body was eager to move.

It is a pity that the unhappy dream is destined to be just a dream.

"Ahwei's 18th style, all work is not discounted!"

A cascade of black hair fluttered behind his head, Feng Baobao clapped his palms together, instantly giving people a sense of horror like thunderous thunder.

"The flying dragon is in the sky!"

In Bai Yu's palm, a stunning blue lightning burst and flashed. It was so fierce that it directly knocked the two covers away!

The two hoods flew backwards at a much faster speed than before, brushing against Bule's cheeks, the edges were polished as sharp as a blade, leaving two slanted bloodstains on his dark face .

Bu Le was stunned.

Only he himself knows very well how strong his martial soul control ability is. Under the effect of the soul skill, it is very easy to dodge, but it is quite difficult to knock his martial soul into the air, even if he is more advanced than him. He has the confidence to take the opportunity to catch the other party.

But what did he see?

This young girl in front of him actually slapped his martial soul away with a single palm?

If it's just that, Bule can explain it with his obsession and not using all his strength.

But when he wanted to summon Wuhun to come back for help, he could faintly feel that Wuhun was breaking away from his control!

This is how the same thing?

Just as Bule turned his head away, out of the corner of his eye, Yang Ming looked like a nimble monkey, jumping over the table and stool blocking the way, touching his martial soul with one hand, and circles of golden circles rippled behind him. The ripples, a terrifying attraction, constantly absorbing his martial soul!

Fuck!

This boy is actually snatching my weapon spirit?

The scene in front of him directly shattered Bule's three views for decades, so that when Feng Baobao's fist touched his face, he could barely recover.

In the unhappy, frightened and terrified eyes, a pure white fist kept enlarging in sight.

Slap!

The sound of the bridge of the nose being broken broke out violently, and a huge force drove Bule to fly away in a spiral, until it hit the wall, and then fell to the ground like a mangy dog.

Just as Yang Ming used the treasure of the Wuhun King to take away the unhappy Wuhun, there was a series of footsteps coming from outside the door, gradually approaching here.

"Bule, when did he have such good taste that he actually came to drink tea in a teahouse?"

The person who spoke was a very magnetic and thick voice, a standard baritone. If you just listen to the voice, I am afraid that it has an irresistible appeal to women over 30 years old.

"Could this guy be looking at some girl, and he's going to be here in broad daylight?"

If the first voice is extremely pleasant, then the second voice is another extreme, hoarse like a drake, coupled with the obscene content in it, it immediately gives people a disgusting feeling of falling into a pile of flies.

Hearing these two voices, Bu Le, who was in a semi-comatose state, suddenly lifted his spirits.

Fortunately, his mandible was not dislocated, he mobilized some of his barely condensed soul power, and shouted:

"Old Goose, Tianya, help!"

(Thanks for the reward of 688 book coins)