Chapter 21 Hard fight

Chapter 21 Hard fight
Ye Yao and Dai Mubai returned to the stands, Dai Mubai let out a little surprise.

"Tang San and the others are playing."

Ye Yao followed Dai Mubai's gaze and looked over, Tang San and Xiao Wu faced two big guys with casting hammers.

"Those two are two attack-type battle soul masters, and they have a natural disadvantage against Xiao San, a control-type soul master. This match should be settled." Ye Yao said firmly.

Sure enough, with Tang San's control spirit ability and Xiao Wu's cooperation, the two successfully suppressed the opponent, and they were about to win.

Ye Yao just showed a smile, but the two people on the opposite side actually threw the hammers in their hands, and Tang San vomited blood and was injured in order to protect Xiao Wu.

It's over, I shouldn't have poisoned milk, Ye Yao flashed this thought, and then he was a little worried about Tang San's injury.

"What is Xiao Wu going to do?" Dai Mubai suddenly whispered.

Ye Yao's pupils shrank suddenly, and he had already shouted: "Xiao Wu, show mercy!" Seeing that Tang San was injured, Xiao Wu shot four sleeve arrows at the two people who couldn't move, and it was clearly aimed at them Heads go, the power of the sleeve arrow is enough to penetrate their heads.

Although these two people hurt Tang San, this was after all on the field, and they only wanted to protect themselves, so the crime could not be punished by death.Ye Yao was too far away at this time, there was no time to stop it, but fortunately Tang San had quick eyesight and quick hands, took out four lancets and knocked down the Xiujian.

Seeing Tang San who stepped off the stage, Ye Yao asked with concern: "Little San, are you okay?" Tang San shook his head, "It's okay, it's just a minor injury, just go back and adjust your breathing and it will be fine." Ye Yao relaxed He took a deep breath, and then said helplessly: "Xiao Wu, you went too far just now."

Xiao Wu said angrily: "Who made them hurt Xiao San."

Ye Yao patted his forehead, "Oh, auntie, this is on the field, you can't just kill someone like this."

Xiao Wu stuck out her tongue, and also realized that she had gone too far, so she hid behind Tang San and didn't speak.

Tang San hurriedly said: "It's okay, just don't be so aggressive next time."

Ye Yao said helplessly: "You just get used to her, Xiaosan."

Tang San curled his lips secretly, usually who dotes on this girl more, don't you have any AC numbers in mind?If I really trained Xiao Wu just now, then you wouldn't draw your sword and cut me.

"Cough, Ye Yao, it's your one-on-one soul fight." Dai Mubai said suddenly.

After Ye Yao left, Dai Mubai was shocked when he saw the figure walking on the stage, "Ye Yao's opponent is actually him?"

Tang San frowned and said: "Mubai, is that person very strong?"

Dai Mubai smiled wryly: "Very strong, that person..."

The host shouted loudly: "Everyone should be familiar with the person standing on the stage now. He is Yang Jisheng Soul Venerable who has completed more than a thousand matches in the Suotuo Great Soul Arena. He is going to face the fledgling Ye Yao Lord Hun, who will win this match? Let us wait and see."

Ye Yao was startled when he stepped onto the soul fighting stage, surpassing a thousand soul fighting?Such a person may not have high soul power, but their combat awareness and skills are absolutely terrifying, which is even more terrifying than some people with stronger soul power.

Yang Jisheng is a middle-aged man with slightly shabby clothes, a slightly thin body, and an ordinary and stiff face. When he saw Ye Yao come to the stage, he just released his martial spirit silently, and three white and yellow spirit rings rose under his feet.

Iron gun? Ye Yao narrowed his eyes slightly.

After the host announced the start, Ye Yao immediately released his martial spirit, stepped on the ground with his right foot, and his body was ejected.

Yang Jisheng looked at Ye Yao who was approaching quickly, his expression unchanged. Suddenly, in an instant, the iron gun in his hand roared forward like a black poisonous dragon.

Will be impaled!This thought flashed in Ye Yao's mind, and then he deflected the iron gun's trajectory slightly with his sword. The iron gun passed Ye Yao's waist, and a string of sparks splashed when it touched the armor. Ye Yao's body trembled, and he jumped back quickly Open, distance yourself.

"Huh?" A trace of surprise appeared on Yang Jisheng's stiff face, "You actually escaped."

Ye Yao brushed the armor around his waist slightly with his left hand, and looked at Yang Jisheng apprehensively. If he didn't have the ability of intuition, which is almost future vision, the blow just now would definitely penetrate his abdomen, and the armor on his body could not give him a sense of security at all.

"The feeling just now... Your martial soul is probably a sword." Yang Jisheng said slowly.

Judging my martial spirit with just one blow?Ye Yao's pupils shrank, and then he held the sword in both hands, and said with a smile: "Who knows? It might be an axe, or a spear, or a bow and arrow."

"Full of nonsense." The corners of Yang Jisheng's mouth twitched, as if he wanted to laugh.Then he looked at Ye Yao with a burning look, "It's rare to see someone who can escape my shot without relying on soul skills, how about it, we don't use soul skills with each other, just fight with skills, how about it? "

Only rely on skills, you don't need soul skills?Uncle, are you still a soul master? Ye Yao looked at Ye Yao in surprise and said nothing.

Yang Jisheng also seemed to see the meaning of Ye Yao's eyes, and smiled self-deprecatingly: "My talent is average, and when I was young, I hurt the source, so I will never be able to break through the soul master in this life, so if the soul power cannot improve, I can only Think of a way in terms of skills." Then he said helplessly: "It's a pity that the current soul masters all rely on soul skills, but they don't care about the skills of using the spirit itself."

"By the way, because I met a defense-type soul master back then, and my gun couldn't break through his defense, so in my anger, the three soul rings have additional penetrating power."

Ye Yao couldn't help laughing, but respect still rose in his heart. Even though he knew there was no way forward, he still refused to give up and found another way. This behavior undoubtedly deserves his respect.

Ye Yao shook his body, and removed the armor on his body. Since the armor is useless, it is better to discard it directly. Even if you don't need a burst of soul power, simply removing the armor will slightly increase your strength and speed.Holding the sword in both hands, squatting down slightly, "Please advise."

"Oh? Don't wear your armor anymore?"

"Don't wear it anymore. Since the armor can't stop Senior's iron spear, there's no need to put it on, and..." Ye Yao said in a deep voice, "I also want to experience Senior's spear skills."

"Okay, have the guts." Yang Jisheng shouted, and then he took the initiative to charge towards Ye Yao with a gun.

In the face of Yang Jisheng's stormy marksmanship, Ye Yao was like a boat struggling to hold on.In just five or six seconds, there were already several wounds on his body.

Damn it, no flaws can be found, this marksmanship is not a soul skill but its power is superior, it is clearly considered a self-created soul skill.Ye Yao gritted his teeth and thought, then turned his head abruptly, and a thin line of blood appeared on his face.

"Don't be distracted! You will really die!" Yang Jisheng laughed.

The old bastard!Afterwards, Ye Yao didn't dare to be distracted any more, and devoted himself to dealing with the elusive iron spear.

Gradually, Ye Yao entered a wonderful realm, just instinctively slashing, slashing, chopping, and holding... without any special skills, but relying on basic swordsmanship, he gradually caught up with Yang Jisheng's rhythm.

Suddenly, with a shock of Yang Jisheng's iron gun, he forced Ye Yao back, and said with a cheerful smile, "Okay, stop fighting, you won."

"Huh?" Ye Yao was a little dazed, not knowing why.

Yang Jisheng said helplessly: "Your martial spirit is too strong, if you continue to fight, my martial spirit will not be able to bear it." Then he raised his hand and showed Ye Yao the iron spear.

Looking at the densely packed small gaps on the iron spear, Ye Yao was silent. Indeed, if he hits again, his martial soul may be broken, and it will be a serious injury.

Ye Yao admired sincerely: "Senior has more energy, I should have lost." Ye Yao knew that although he had finally caught up with the rhythm of the gun, he still couldn't get close and was still stubborn Being controlled at the original distance shows that Yang Jisheng obviously let go of the water. If he had gone all out, Ye Yao would have been defeated long ago.

Yang Jisheng shook his head, "It's rare to meet a junior who suits his appetite. If you still try your best, you will be too puzzled."

"Senior is so powerful, why does it look like..."

"Is it desolate?" Yang Jisheng smiled indifferently, "I am alone in management, and I don't want to join the sect or be someone else's subordinate, and I don't have any other abilities. I can only rely on Wuhundian The subsidy and income from fighting spirits."

"The income from soul fighting alone should be quite a lot." Ye Yao was still a little puzzled.

'In terms of skills alone, I am very strong, but how many people do you think will compete with me in skills?I have won less than half of the 650 soul fights. After all, most soul masters still rely on soul skills. "Yang Jisheng sighed, "If it weren't for the subsidy from Wuhundian, I might have to live on the streets." "

"Wuhundian..." Ye Yao said softly.

"That's right, if there is no Spirit Hall, we might not be able to become soul masters from commoner backgrounds. The soul masters of the two empires will still be concentrated in those sects and nobles after all."

Ye Yao was silent. From this point of view, the Hall of Spirits was not as unbearable as he thought. For most soul masters, or ordinary soul masters, the Hall of Spirits had greatly changed their fate.

Unknowingly returned to the stands, Xiao Wu anxiously asked: "Brother, how is your injury, are you okay?"

Ye Yao came back to his senses, looked down, and found that there were dozens of wounds on his body, and the blood had already stained his clothes, which made him look a little scary.

"It's okay, it's just a skin trauma, and the bleeding has stopped." Ye Yao shook his head.

Xiao Wu looked at Ye Yao's wound carefully again worriedly, and heaved a sigh of relief after realizing that it was indeed the case.

Then Xiao Wu put her hips on her hips and said angrily: "Do you think you are stupid? If people say you don't need soul skills, you really don't need them..."

Hearing Xiao Wu's apparently irresistible scolding for a while, Ye Yao asked Dai Mubai and Tang San for help with a bitter face, but these two disloyal guys shrugged their shoulders, expressing that they could not help.

You two bastards, wait for me, Ye Yao gritted his teeth and thought.

Afterwards, everyone walked out of the Great Soul Arena, at this time Ma Hongjun and Zhu Zhuqing were already waiting here.

"You guys go back first, the dean asked me to go to his shop." Ma Hongjun smiled excitedly.

Dai Mubai also smiled strangely, "Fatty, take it easy."

"Boss Dai, are you going?"

I didn't say you, fat man, Zhu Zhuqing is here, but you still asked Boss Dai... Ye Yao slapped his head and thought.

"No, no, you go quickly." Sure enough, Dai Mubai's expression changed, and he glanced nervously at Zhu Zhuqing and said.

"What's the matter, didn't you say that women don't count..." The fat man still didn't notice the danger, and was still rambling.

After Ma Hongjun was chased away by the angry Dai Mubai, Tang San asked suspiciously: "What's the matter with the principal looking for him so late?"

Dai Mubai said with a strange expression: "The evil fire can't be suppressed anymore."

Xiao Wu's face turned red, and she spat: "This fat man is going to harm girls again!"

Zhu Zhuqing said: "Men are dirty."

Xiao Wu smiled and said, "Our mistress is very clean."

"Hey, what about me?" Ye Yao was stunned, but when he saw Xiao Wu's disgusted gaze, he shut himself up instantly, muttering "I don't even look at who loves you the most", "Oh, woman".

Dai Mubai laughed: "Yes, your mistress is pure and clean, but I have much better taste than the fat man."

It's over, in various senses, this thought flashed in Ye Yao's mind.

Sure enough, Zhu Zhuqing said coldly: "You have better taste than him?".

Dai Mubai hurriedly said: "Zhuqing, listen to my explanation...", but was interrupted by Zhu Zhuqing, "You make me feel sick." After speaking, he turned and left.

When did Dai Mubai receive this kind of treatment? His expression changed, and he was about to take a step when Ye Yao pressed his shoulder, "Boss Dai, that's enough."

Dai Mubai glanced back at Ye Yao, took back his steps, and silently watched Zhu Zhuqing go away.

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