MTL - From the Power of Space To the Heavens-Chapter 50 . Do not talk about martial arts!

  Chapter 50 50. Don't talk about martial arts!

  Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers.

  Snake woman's first thought was this.

  Although it is said that some old monsters have a good face and are used to showing people the appearance of a teenager or a young man, the prerequisite for a good face is.

  Cultivation needs to reach a certain height.

  Although the kid in front of him looks a bit like those old monsters, judging from the burst of soul power fluctuations, he is still much weaker than her, the soul emperor.

   With a sneer, two yellows, three purples and one black—six soul rings slowly emerged from the snake lady's body.

   "In the world of soul masters, I'm nothing, but I'm still sure about you, who is nothing!"

  The boy raised his eyebrows, and asked with great interest: "Are you going to fight me?"

  The snake lady waved her three-meter-tall snake stick, and looked at the young man in front of her with a smile.

   "It's not hands-on, you are not qualified to challenge the old body. The old body is just disciplining you on behalf of your master!"

  The voice did not fall.

  The snake stick brought a gust of wind, and it was already rushing towards the young man.

  The boy stood where he was, without moving at all. Instead, he flicked his fingers calmly and said with a smile:

   "Stop playing with words."

   "I'm not interested in chatting with you either."

   "Without the Martial Soul Avatar, you don't even have the qualifications to stand in front of me."

  With the fall of these words, the space seems to be frozen in an instant.

  The evil wind dissipated, and the snake rod wrapped in the evil wind, together with its owner, the snake woman, was directly suppressed in midair, unable to advance or retreat an inch.

  The snake woman's pupils shrunk.

   "Responsive?"

  The young man's clear laughter was mixed with a sense of teasing, and he changed the subject immediately: "That's what I made you react to!"

  The feeling of weightlessness came, and the snake woman didn't even have time to explode her soul power, she was directly pressed to her knees on the ground, and she pointed in the direction of the boy impartially.

  The snake woman's complexion is blue and white.

   Meng Yiran, who was in the distance, reacted, and at the same time his complexion suddenly changed, several sharp throwing knives were pulled out by him and held in his hands.

   "Still! Stop!"

   Seeing her granddaughter's reckless behavior, the snake lady immediately reacted and shouted sharply.

   She kneels down as a soul emperor, what kind of waves can a quasi-hun emperor make?

  What if the old monster in front of you gets upset and then puts his granddaughter in it?

   Really think those few flying knives can hurt a soul sage or even a strong man who is going up?

  Meng Yiran's movements froze for a moment, but he finally listened to the snake woman's scolding, and slowly put away the throwing knife in his hand.

  Looking at the young man who seemed to be smiling but not smiling, the snake woman's mouth was full of bitterness.

  I knew this earlier, so why bother.

  As long as the word "please" was added at the beginning, she would not have fallen into such a situation.

  Looking at the two small dirt pits smashed out under the Snake Lady's knees, Lu Yuan nodded in satisfaction, and then sighed in pretended annoyance:

  “Why is it that no one believes me when I tell the truth?”

   "I said you are not qualified to stand in front of me, but you are not qualified to stand in front of me."

   "But you have to verify it."

  The young man spread his hands helplessly, expressing his innocence.

   Then, as if suddenly realizing it, he clapped his hands fiercely, pointed at the snake woman's nose, and said excitedly:

"I see!"

   "I should have thought of that earlier!"

   "What you get on paper is always superficial, but you have to do it yourself. This is your precious practical spirit!"

  The corners of the snake woman's eyes twitched.

   Crazy!

  I practice a ghost!

   I obviously didn't know that you are an old monster with a good face, okay!

   "Since you have this precious practical spirit, then I need the beauty of an adult."

   "After all, I am a person who likes the beauty of adults."

  The boy didn't know what "skin" was. After being proud of his kindness for a moment, he decided to carry out "adult beauty" to the end.

   "So, in order to fulfill your practical spirit, I decide"

   "Let you continue to kneel here until tomorrow morning."

  The boy snapped his fingers triumphantly, as if he was proud of his idea.

  The Snake Woman's lips moved, Lu Yuan happened to see this scene, and quickly waved her hand.

   "You're welcome! You're welcome! I just like the feeling of helping others! Don't thank me!"

  Feeling the pressure that suddenly doubled, the corners of Snake Woman's eyes twitched, and the curses that came to her mouth were suppressed abruptly.

  Of course, more importantly

   The pressure was too great for her to speak.

  As we all know, when the microphone loses sound, no matter how many drafts there are, they can only be pressed back into the stomach.

  So, when some friends sing extremely badly and sing high, it is the simplest and most effective way to deal with it without saying anything; although doing so may affect the friendship.

  Meng was still full of indignation, as if he wanted to say something.

   But she was firmly stopped by the snake lady with her stern eyes.

  Meng still doesn't understand, but Snake Lady knows it very well.

  Facing the strong, just admit defeat.

  Especially here is the Great Star Dou Forest, with various types and numbers of soul beasts, it can be said to be an excellent place to destroy corpses and traces.

   It is better to count on Duke Long to arrive at the rescue in time than to expect Duke Long to find the trace and then follow the clues to take revenge.

   "Yo yo yo~"

   "Isn't this a snake woman?"

  The sudden voice was full of gloating.

  Hearing this slightly familiar voice, Snake Po Chao Tianxiang couldn't help being startled.

   this tone

   It seems that I said it out of my throat

  The Snake Woman's complexion darkened, obviously recalling who this yin-yang tone belonged to.

   "I haven't seen you for more than a day, why so?"

A seat of bright red elder clothes, embellished with large chunks of precious stones, Ju Douluo Yueguan gestured in the air with his orchid finger, as if he hadn't thought of an appropriate adjective, so he could only cope with it and added: "Why are you so elegant?" ?”

grace?

   If it's not that she can't beat her, the snake woman promises that she will beat this sissy to death!

   Sarcasm is fine.

   After all, this sissy is a titled Douluo, so it's normal to ridicule a soul emperor.

   What's more, some unpleasant misunderstandings occurred a day and a half ago. Although this misunderstanding has been solved, it doesn't mean that this misunderstanding has never happened.

  The problem is that sarcasm is sarcasm, at least you can find a good word to describe it!

   Is the word "elegant" appropriate here?

   Kneeling together is called "elegant", but standing up is called "inelegant"?

  Lu Yuan nodded approvingly, and added at the end of Yueguan's words:

   "Indeed, an elegant and noble practical spirit."

  To tell the truth, if the eyes can cause harm to people, Lu Yuan would have been cut into pieces by the eyes of Meng Yiran and the snake woman Chao Tianxiang.

   During this short conversation, Ghost arrived with the elite team.

  More than twenty soul saints, two titled Douluo.

  The snake lady Zhao Tianxiang became more and more frightened as she watched.

   This lineup, said to hunt a hundred thousand year soul beast, she believed it!

   Xie Yue's eyes swept across the scene.

  A teenager, a snake woman and her granddaughter, and a battered man-faced spider whose head was beaten.

Um?

   Man-faced Demon Spider?

  Xie Yue seemed to suddenly recall the horrible scene just now.

   It doesn't feel cruel.

  Xieyue just simply feels sick

  He likes to kill gracefully, instead of mixing a lot of dyes and splashing them on the canvas indiscriminately like a low-level painter.

   That is neither artistic nor elegant.

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   Sanlian~

  (end of this chapter)