Chapter 142 Sword and Gun

Now that he was ready to move, Wang Hengyan was eager to convene a meeting.

At this time, he noticed a dangerous aura, which he had been feeling since Ye Wu arrived.

"Blazing Lion King Hengyan, what did Ye Wu talk about with you yesterday?"

Hearing the voice, Wang Hengyan slowly turned his head, and when he saw those golden eyes, he knew who was coming.

"It turns out it's you, Senior Xingyun. He and I just made some small deals." Wang Hengyan took a deep breath and lied without blushing or heartbeat.

"Humph, I knew you didn't dare to say it."

"Really, if that kid hadn't been too alert, I could have gotten a little closer and eavesdropped on what they were saying." Thinking of this, Xu Fan felt a little depressed.

However, he could not arrest Wang Hengyan or Ye Wu for interrogation.

After all, Ye Wu was related to Zhu Zhuqing, and the Xingluo royal family would not let him do this in the first place.

As for Wang Hengyan, if he takes action, he may force the lower four sects in the Star Luo Empire to leave and defect to the Tiandou Empire or Wuhun Palace instead.

"Ye Wu, what are your plans?"

At this moment, Ye Wu and Wang Shengyan were already sitting on a luxurious carriage.

After all, it was the Yanshi Sect, one of the lower four sects, that provided the funding. Naturally, there was no need for Wang Shengyan to be the driver this time.

"Brother Ye, the destination of this carriage is Tianling City. If you don't want to go, we can change the route." Wang Shengyan said hesitantly.

"Tianling City, is there anything special?" Ye Wu looked at Wang Shengyan's expression and asked immediately.

"Tianling City is also known as the City of Medicines. It mainly produces and sells various medicines. Our Yanshi Sect has had many injured disciples recently, so this trip is actually to collect medicines." Wang Shengyan said helplessly .

"For medicine, maybe it's not bad to go here. Just follow the original route." Ye Wu thought for a while, but finally did not change the itinerary.

Two months later, Tianling City.

In front of a wooden stall, people gathered one after another. Through the fluctuation of soul power on their bodies, it can be discovered that these people are actually soul masters.

At the same time, a strange logo was engraved on the stall, which looked like a gun, but was a little blurry.

"Take your time, we have enough special medicines from the Po Clan." Standing in the stall were three men. They looked similar, and there was a sense of arrogance in their eyebrows.

As members of the Po family, their pride comes from pharmaceuticals, and they have full confidence in the drugs they develop.

But at this moment, a discordant voice suddenly sounded, "Are you guys from the Pogun clan? We want all the medicine here!"

The visitors were a group of noble soul masters dressed in white, but it could be seen from the jewelry and soul guides on their bodies that their identities were definitely not simple.

The leading noble soul master was holding a skewer of meat in his hand. Judging from the smell, it seemed to be made of soul beast meat, exuding a strong fragrance.

"Are you sure you want them all?" the man at the Po Zhi Clan stall said excitedly.

Although this guy was talking arrogantly, if he could buy all the drugs, then they would make a lot of money, so it wouldn't matter if they were scolded.

"Of course, are these enough?" The arrogant noble soul master threw down a few silver coins and then said lightly.

"Are you here to cause trouble? I didn't expect that there would be someone who didn't recognize the soul-breaking spear of our Po Zhi Clan and came to cause trouble!" The man shouted angrily, and a black Zhang Er spear appeared in his hand. .

The spear shone with a cold luster, its shaft was eight feet long, its broad tip was four feet long, and its shaft was as thick as an ordinary person's arm.

"I am Yang Qingwu from the Broken Clan. The troublemaker, tell me your name!" Yang Qingqing held the soul-breaking gun in his hand and pointed it straight at the noble soul master opposite who was causing trouble.

"Hmph, aren't they just a few broken guns? If you are so courageous, why don't you dare to provoke the Wuhun Palace?" A four-foot-long dark sword suddenly appeared in the hand of the noble soul master, and he faced it without hesitation. That Yang Qingqing.

Obviously, his strength is about the same as Yang Wuqing's, at least judging from the fluctuations in his soul power.

"Tianjian Sect, Zhang Zihuang, I want to learn the strength of the soul-breaking gun today!" Zhang Zihuang waved his long sword, but his target was not Yang Qingwu opposite him, but the stall filled with medicinal materials.

"You dare!" Yang Wuqing hurriedly waved the soul-breaking gun, and then blocked the attack of the long sword from the side.

When the attack failed, Zhang Zihuang naturally continued to attack. At the same time, the meat skewer in his hand was quickly launched and flew towards the stall.

The meat skewer still had some soul power fluctuation attached to it. If it were to hit, the wooden stall would definitely be shattered into pieces.

However, Yang Qingwu had no time to stop it, as Zhang Zihuang had already rushed forward with a long sword.

"It's not a good habit to waste medicines." A light voice sounded, and the flying meat skewers suddenly shattered in mid-air and turned into dust and fell to the ground.

At the same time, a man with shoulder-length black hair stood quietly next to the stall.

Behind him was Wang Shengyan, the young sect leader of the Yanshi Sect. Obviously, this black-haired man is Ye Wu.

Before Yang Qingqing could say thank you, he started fighting Zhang Zihuang non-stop.

This time, Yang Wuqing would not give Zhang Zihuang another chance to destroy the stall.

With a swing of the spear, Zhang Zihuang was thrown aside. At this time, the two of them had arrived on the street nearby.

"Tianjian Sect, that guy must be from the lower fourth sect, why do you feel so cowardly?" Ye Wu said with some confusion as Yang Qingqing gradually gained the upper hand.

"The Tianjian Sect is different from our Flame Lion Sect. Their sect mainly recruits weapon soul masters, and sword martial soul masters account for the majority."

"Looks like this guy looks like a nobleman. The quality of noble soul masters varies greatly. I estimate that this guy's strength may only be that of a soul master." Wang Shengyan crossed his arms and said with some disdain.

But at this moment, the battle situation suddenly changed.

"Chain sword, soften!" The first soul skill behind Zhang Zihuang suddenly shined, it was a white soul ring.

However, even so, the effect of this soul ring is extremely obvious.

The long sword in Zhang Zihuang's hand suddenly softened and he attacked Yang Wuqing at various strange angles.

Even the softened long sword was still wrapped around the soul-breaking gun, and then the sword tip was extended and thrust out.

Yang Qingqing couldn't dodge and was hit by the sword, but it only left a scratch on his body.

"Hmph, my chain sword martial soul is very powerful. Through the soul skills, the sword body can change, and the sword skills will also change!" Zhang Zihuang said proudly after succeeding in one blow.

"There is a heresy, our clan has only one way to fight, and that is the ultimate attack!" Yang Qingqing's eyes condensed, and the second soul ring behind him suddenly shone. Behind him, there are two yellow and one purple best soul rings. Proportion.

The soul-breaking gun's second soul skill, called penetration, can increase the soul-breaking gun's penetrating power by 100%.

With this move, Yang Qingqing's attack cannot be easily defended.

"The attack of the soul-breaking gun is not so easy to stop."

Just as the two were confronting each other, a figure wearing shabby cloth suddenly appeared among the noble soul masters.

"Is that Ye Wu on the other side?"

Soon, his eyes were attracted by Ye Wu. "I didn't expect to meet him this time, the champion of the continent's senior soul master competition..."