Chapter 151 150. If you don’t eat the toast, you will be punished with alcohol!
"Presumptuous!" The suppressed senior members of the Soul Temple were almost mad. They were suppressed by a look from the summoned beast of a little girl. Even if this little girl's grandmother is the deputy head of the Soul Temple, even if this little girl's grandfather He is the master of the Soul Temple. That is not the reason why he can't even stand up: "Chen Yinger, can't you even control your natal summoned beast?"
As he spoke, a huge blood-colored vertical pupil appeared behind the senior leader of the Soul Temple, using the pressure of the eighth-level monster to counter Ye Qingcang's murderous pressure, allowing the senior leader of the Soul Temple to resume action. Ability, it will not continue to embarrass you.
Then, directly in front of the bloody vertical pupils, red light spots slowly gathered, but in the next second, they were temporarily stopped.
"Don't do it..." The senior leader of the Soul Temple gritted his teeth and comforted his natal summoned beast. The corners of his eyes twitched slightly. If it were normal, he would definitely kill this humanoid natal summoned beast that claimed to be Ye Qingcang. Death, but considering that Ye Qingcang is Chen Ying'er's natal summoned beast, he can only suffer the loss of being dumb: "In this game, our Soul Temple surrenders; Chen Ying'er, take your summoned beast and follow me to see your grandma! ”
"Why?" Although Chen Ying'er doesn't have the temperament of a young lady, she is not a submissive person either. The existence of the natal summoned beast is very special. It is the closest partner in a summoner's life. She will not be stupid enough to criticize herself for outsiders. The state of the natal summoned beast: "Hey, your name is Ye Qingcang, right? You don't have to listen to him. Even if you can dissolve the soul contract between us, that will happen later. For now, please help me get Sister Yuan Yuan." Defeat and leave the rest to me!”
“I like working with people who are cheerful.”
"That's it."
"You want to win, right?"
Ye Qingcang snapped his fingers and confirmed again.
"Yes, I want to win!" Chen Ying'er nodded and withdrew her gaze. She didn't care about other people's reactions, but focused on Wang Yuanyuan who was carrying a big shield: "Can you beat Sister Yuan Yuan?"
"This shouldn't be a problem..." Ye Qingcang put one hand in his pocket and took his time. Wang Yuanyuan smashed the golden barrier and rock pillars that were not damaged for a long time, and slowly sank into the ground, causing Wang Yuanyuan to retreat cautiously and distance himself: "It should be a declarative sentence!"
"Stop talking arrogantly!" Wang Yuanyuan's eyes were filled with anger, but he was more calm than anger: "In a battle, no one is sure of victory. Being strong does not mean that you will win..."
"I don't deny what you said."
"But just like you may choke to death if you eat, you may choke to death if you drink water, you may still die of a heart attack without doing anything."
"One percent probability is probability."
"The probability of one in ten thousand is also a probability."
"A probability of one in a billion is still a probability."
"But do you think the difference in strength between you and me gives you a chance of defeating me, and will I give you this chance?"
No one could see clearly when Ye Qingcang walked in front of Wang Yuanyuan!
Just like no one saw clearly how Ye Qingcang strangled Wang Yuanyuan's neck!
Even Wang Yuanyuan himself didn't react.
The last second of consciousness was when he was speaking hard.
The next second he became conscious, he had difficulty breathing.
The shield of the giant spirit god in his hand weighs as much as a thousand pounds.
Consciousness gradually dissipated until he passed out.
"It's a pity that you didn't seize the slim chance of defeating me." After looking at the countdown on the screen, Ye Qingcang let go of his hand and let the unconscious Wang Yuanyuan collapse on the cold metal ring: "Referee, Still not sure about the final result? ”
"Ah?" The referee, who was slow to react, didn't react until now. Wiping cold sweat, he went on stage to confirm Wang Yuanyuan's status, and then announced: "Warrior Wang Yuanyuan has lost the ability to fight. This match will be won by summoner Chen Ying'er. Victory!”
There was silence in the warrior training ground.
This battle ended in an anticlimactic manner, with twists and turns.
Fortunately in the early stage, Chen Ying'er and Wang Yuanyuan fought two moves with real swords and guns. Whether it was Chen Ying'er's movement skills, Wang Yuanyuan's speed and strength, especially the two girls' postures when dodging and moving, Long Hao in the audience was stunned. It was an eye-opener for Chen and others. In the middle stage, although the momentum dropped slightly, Ye Qingcang, an unprecedented humanoid summoned beast, and also a natal summoned beast, was summoned. Wang Yuanyuan couldn't attack for a long time with the shield of the giant spirit god. It's not boring at all, but in the later stage, Wang Yuanyuan was instantly choked by Ye Qingcang. Wang Yuanyuan didn't see it clearly, and neither did they, the audience, so it was anticlimactic. It felt like, especially in the conflict between Ye Qingcang and the higher-ups of the Soul Temple, the eighth-level monsters were summoned, but for some reason, they suddenly stopped, which made people scratch their heads and feel uncomfortable.
"Okay, the little trouble has been solved. Next, it's time to solve the little trouble..." Ye Qingcang nodded at the complicated pink heart-shaped pattern floating on his forehead. Before he could do anything, it was pure black. His eyes gradually became colder. He looked at the crystal ball in the hands of the Soul Temple's senior executive and raised his eyebrows unexpectedly: "It seems that some people don't want me to terminate the contract smoothly."
"The natal summoned beast is very important to a summoner..." The senior leaders of the Soul Temple played with the crystal ball used for communication, and used both soft and hard methods: "It is impossible for us in the Soul Temple, because of your own opinion, to I don’t want you to do anything to your life contract. It’s impossible for Chen Ying’er, the beloved of our soul temple, to take such a risk just because of your words. Therefore, I have to stop you. If you insist on doing this..."
As he spoke, he raised the crystal ball.
This is an attitude.
Also a warning.
"I haven't summoned you yet..." The senior leader of the Soul Temple had a firm look. Ye Qingcang was Chen Ying'er's summoned beast. Therefore, he could tolerate Ye Qingcang's rebellion, and he could also tolerate Ye Qingcang's threats. But he could not tolerate Ye Qingcang's termination of his life contract, because even if there was only one possibility of hurting Chen Ying'er, he could not bear the consequences: "But the news has been written. As long as I have a thought, the news will be Our deputy temple master of the Soul Temple knows that the deputy temple master is a ninth-level summoner, so I hope you will think twice.”
Ye Qingcang sighed, too lazy to argue with this short-sighted person.
Turning back, he looked at Chen Ying'er who remained silent: "Do you agree with his point of view?"
Chen Yinger touched the handle of the small umbrella.
It seemed that this action gave her courage.
He raised his head hesitantly and looked at Ye Qingcang.
He opened his mouth, but found that he didn't know what to say. After a moment of blankness, he struggled to squeeze out a dry sentence: "Actually, grandma is a very good person. I want to take you to meet her..."
"Let's be more straightforward...you don't agree to terminate this life contract!" Ye Qingcang didn't like the convoluted answer. He pointed his sword at the core and put on the Long Jiuzi bracelet he usually played with. Returning to his wrist, he moved slowly: "A cultured person will always respect the choices of others, even enemies... So, I respect your choices, but I also want you to respect me. Opinions! ”
Qiu Yonghao, then the master of the Warrior Temple, stood up.
As the person with the highest status and strength among the senior officials of the six temples present, he is qualified to respond to this matter on behalf of the rest.
It's a pity that Ye Qingcang doesn't like to listen to those self-righteous nonsense: "I know that the favored ones in your mouth refer to geniuses with innate spiritual power of more than ninety. When converted to our side, they have innate soul power of nine or above. ;You don’t want me to cancel my life contract because you are afraid that this method of canceling my life contract will hurt this genius, because you are just a group of frogs in the well. In your understanding, it is impossible to cancel my life contract. Even if it is possible, it is not possible. There will definitely be an unknown price to pay, and even if I promise, you will not believe my words because your thoughts and understanding have been finalized; in this case, no matter what I say, you will not listen, even if I want to Solve this problem in a peaceful way. Even if I am willing to fight for this kind of peace with a humble attitude, for you who call yourself strong, you still will not give in... In the end, it depends on the relationship between people. It is still too unrealistic to achieve mutual understanding and peace. Please forgive me for being kind and giving you the opportunity to rub your nose in the face! ”
The soul manifests itself, the dragon roars and the phoenix roars!
The four images manifest and the Bagua rotates!
After three sublimations, it was compared with the ninety-eighth level Super Douluo. Although the fourth sublimation was not perfect, it was not false compared with the ninety-ninth level ultimate Douluo, and it was even vaguely above the limit!
"You can be summoned."
"Pass it to the deputy master of the Soul Temple."
"There are others."
"Those who don't want to be my enemy or die can leave now." "One minute."
"I'll give you one minute."
"In one minute, everyone left here will bear my wrath as the price for some of you kicking your nose in the face."
Ye Qingcang stood there with bare hands.
His tone became calmer.
Ignoring the laughter from the top officials of the six major temples.
He also ignored the contempt coming from the audience.
Sixty seconds later, my heart skipped a beat.
Opening his eyes, he slowly exhaled and looked at Long Haochen and others who had not moved. He shook his head regretfully: "In that case, you can't blame me... Try your best to survive, that's all I can say."
"Little guy, you are not old, but your tone is not small." Qiu Yonghao pointed at himself and laughed: "As a ninth-level and second-level lightsaber war god, I don't dare to say that. You think too highly of yourself! ”
"Your system is different from ours."
"A little bit of your spiritual power corresponds to about one year of cultivation of a soul beast. The threshold for the ninth level is 100,000 points of spiritual power, which is equivalent to a 100,000-year-old soul beast."
"Ninth level two?"
"About two hundred thousand spiritual power."
"A soul beast equivalent to two hundred thousand years."
"Target the ninety-fifth level Super Douluo."
Qiu Yonghao's pupils shrank instantly, and a strong force pressed his head, slamming him to the ground. He even penetrated the high platform and fell to the metal ring that was full of cracks at an unknown time. Under the rolling flesh and blood The moment the pain signal was sent to the nerve center, he had already passed out!
The last moment when consciousness and memory lingered was an unfinished sentence: "And a ninety-five-level super Douluo is in front of me..."
Fortunately, someone listened to the second half of his sentence for him!
In the warrior training ground that turned into ruins in the blink of an eye!
In a scrapped metal ring!
Next to the trembling Chen Yinger!
In everyone’s stiff smiles and eyes!
Ye Qingcang let go of his hand expressionlessly. Qiu Yonghao, the master of the Warrior Temple, the ninth-level and second-level lightsaber war god, stood upside down on the cracked metal ring. He didn't know whether he was alive or dead. Ye Qingcang's voice calmed down the sound barriers, and in an instant, you could hear a needle drop: "Not even as good as an ant!"
Layers of air waves slowly spread out.
From the beginning to the end, no one could clearly see how Qiu Yonghao was defeated, just as no one could clearly see Ye Qingcang's trajectory and actions.
It's like a frame skipping.
They are still stuck in the previous frame.
And reality has progressed to the next frame.
Behind the extremely fragmented painting style is an action speed that exceeds the limit of all human visual capture speeds. The formula of speed = power is correct, and only requires one prerequisite: strong enough physical fitness.
If the physical fitness is not strong enough, the body will be vaporized.
But as long as the physical fitness is strong enough, combined with explosive power and related skills, beating Qiu Yonghao, a ninth-level and second-level lightsaber system god of war who is comparable to a super Douluo, is just a matter of easy capture.
Walk + hold down other people's heads + return to the original place = Qiu Yonghao loses.
It's that simple.
At most, he was walking a little faster, with a speed of more than 5,300 meters per second.
At best, other people's heads won't move, allowing you to grab them and take them back.
At most, I bumped into something on the way back and accidentally shed some blood.
There is no skill and no skill required.
There are no moves and no moves are needed.
Even if you have 10,000 skills, what can you do?
A punch and a palm, can you react?
"People are so mean!" Ye Qingcang said to himself, just like he did before taking action, speaking slowly, like a dangerous and charming villain, pinching Chen Ying'er's face elegantly: " When I stepped on a ninth-level, second-level lightsaber war god, those opinions disappeared silently... If you don't drink a toast, you will have to drink a fine wine, so why bother?"
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Is that gone?
That’s because you were so scared that you didn’t dare to say anything!
Chen Yinger trembled, enduring Ye Qingcang's weak squeeze.
Her grandmother was only a ninth-level summoner.
Her grandfather is still a ninth-level summoner.
The ninth-level warrior who is best at melee combat was killed instantly. Even if her grandma and grandpa came together, would they be able to rescue her?
"Or does anyone still have any opinions?" Ye Qingcang put down his hand and let go of Chen Ying'er's little face with two finger prints. Layers of air waves spread out under his feet and in front of him, and Chen Ying'er and everyone In Ye Qingcang's eyes, he was motionless, but suddenly there was a half-dead high-level member of the Soul Temple at his feet. But in Ye Qingcang's eyes, just now, in a thousandth of a second, he just ran back and forth, and lost his soul again. The higher-ups of the temple, who looked like the master of a certain branch of the temple, had just brought them back. They were so fast that the middle-aged summoner didn't even react to the summoned beast of his life: "Don't worry, I'm not a murderous person." People, I just want to say that there are always some self-righteous people who use their shallow thinking and cognition to measure me... You don’t really think that my speed is slower than your fleeting thoughts, do you?”
Chen Ying'er's swallowing sound was particularly harsh in the warrior training ground.
In the quiet warrior training ground.
No one dares to move, no one dares to speak.
It's like Ye Qingcang's stage, announcing his arrival to the world.
(End of chapter)