Twin god-level martial souls shocked the demon emperor's wife!

Amidst the high-pitched complaints, Yang Jinghongfei lay on the ground.

Grinning his teeth in pain, he subconsciously wanted to reach out and knead his dizzy head.

"Young Master Yang, are you okay!"

Suddenly, several young people in the sect were concerned, and they ran over to help him.

"do not come!!"

Yang Jinghong shouted, his eyes instantly widened like copper bells, and his face became serious.

Stand up on the spot, standing straight.

Stretching out a hand and flicking upwards from the tip of the golden hair, he shook his head chicly, full of idol baggage.

"joke."

"What's the matter with my young master, I'm so stubborn!!"

"what?"

The few people who rushed over to help stopped their steps and opened their mouths.

Yang Jinghong said: "You shouldn't look at me, you should worry about whether there is anything wrong with that pile."

One of them stretched out his finger and said worriedly: "But young master...you seem to be bleeding."

Yang Jinghong stretched out his hand to touch his face, and it was stained with blood.

Boil!

The purple current in his palm swirled, and the wounds and blood on his face were electrocuted in an instant.

He raised his eyes and said lightly, "You are wrong."

The mouths of the people around were opened and they were in a state of bewilderment. They were speechless for a while.

It was as if a series of black crows flew over his forehead.

"Crack..."

"Crack!!"

A series of cracking sounds sounded, and everyone's attention was attracted.

The solid iron pile shattered unexpectedly.

"how is this possible?"

Third Master Yang said in amazement: "This is a practice iron pile made of cold iron in the deep sea."

"Although it's not very advanced, this kid didn't use his soul power, and his head was smashed?"

The suzerain, the clan elders, and the sickly and beautiful woman in the moon white cloak all showed surprise in their eyes.

Seriously staring at Yang Jinghong's blond hair like a rustic nouveau riche.

"This……"

The young people in the clan were shocked.

Yang Jinghong's cheeks were only scratched by the iron filings splashed from the iron pile, while his golden-covered hair remained unscathed, which is enough to explain the magic.

Suzerain Yang Tingjun asked, "What's the matter with your hair?"

Yang Jinghong crossed his arms, raised his chin, raised his eyebrows and said:

"Want to know?"

"beg me!"

Yang Tingjun stared, and the purple electric sharpshooter in his hand was full of thunder and lightning:

"Rebel!!"

Yang Jinghong sent out his head and pointed with his finger:

"Come on."

"Put it here, if you stab me to death, you will have no son, the Yang family will be the last..."

Yang Tingjun's blood surged, and he pointed the gun at Yang Jinghong, trembling:

"It is said that a tiger father has no dogs, I have been wise all my life, how did I give birth to such a thing as you!"

Yang Jinghong shrugged and said, "Why are you asking me about this? Ask your wife!"

"Crackling!!"

Horror lightning accumulated, and the old father was in a state of rage.

Should have shot this thing over the wall back then.

The young men and women around silently backed away to make room for the loving father and dutiful son.

"Okay, Ting Jun, he is still a child, don't be as knowledgeable as him."

Mr. Yang became a peacemaker.

Yang Jinghong nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and echoed loudly: "Yes, yes, you are a big suzerain, why do you always have the same knowledge as a child."

Yang Tingjun said angrily, "Third Master, how old are you? Are you still a child?"

Yang Jinghong hid behind Third Master Yang, and stubbornly said back, "Have you ever seen a 19-year-old baby?"

Yang Tingjun reminded: "Third Master, did you forget that this kid secretly pissed on your brush?"

"It is said that your paintings are Sao pictures and your writing is Sao characters."

The amiable Third Master Yang's complexion suddenly darkened, and he silently stepped aside.

Yang Jinghong hurriedly shouted solemnly:

"Third Grandpa, they all say literati and poets! Can you be called a literati if you don't show off?"

"I'm helping you become enlightened."

"Thank you."

Third Master Yang smiled, raised his foot and kicked Yang Jinghong's ass fiercely, hitting the tip of the spear raised by Yang Tingjun.

Yang Tingjun's eyes flickered, and he quickly turned the gun head, sweeping across the body of the gun.

Hold onto Yang Jinghong's chest to help him stabilize his figure.

"Okay, stop messing around."

He squinted at King Yan, and said: "Tell everyone about the situation of going out this time, is what Ye Tianyan said false?"

Yang Jinghong patted his thigh, nodded and said: "Fake, it's too fake!!"

For a moment, King Yan felt full of hostility. Yang Tingjun, the five elders of the Yang family, including all the young people, all looked over with unkind eyes.

His heart beat suddenly, and he said in a panic, "Nephew, don't play with your uncle!!"

The irritable elder brother Yang Siye turned into a thunderbolt and swift shadow, and stabbed him with a spear.

"I know you kid is bragging, how can there be such a genius in the world."

"After killing Qiurong, she still wants to kill us, girl Xiruo, so die for me!!"

King Yan dodged again and again, crying out of grievance: "Eldest nephew, talk, say something!!"

"It's enough to cheat father, don't cheat uncle."

"What nonsense?" Yang Tingjun also swung his gun and stabbed Yan Wang.

"Don't fight anymore!!"

"Listen to me."

Yang Jinghong shouted loudly: "What my uncle said is actually too conservative!!!"

"He is much more awesome than what he described."

"What the hell?"

Fourth Master Yang and the others gave up and stared at Yang Jinghong.

They all expressed disbelief.

After all, the talent that King Yan said before was too exaggerated.

King Yan looked down at the hole in the blue dragon robe, and was about to cry, full of resentment, little calf, you did it on purpose, can you stop panting when you speak!

Mr. Yang asked: "Did you see that kid has natural pupils?"

Yang Jinghong nodded: "Ang."

"Really?"

Everyone was surprised, and they all knew that natural pupils are hard to find in the world.

Yang Tingjun nodded: "It's interesting."

Fourth Master Yang's eyes were full of suspicion:

"Are you sure you saw with your own eyes that the young man that Little Yanzi mentioned had twin martial souls?"

Yang Jinghong nodded: "It's not me bragging, my elder brother's two great martial spirits, any one of them is enough to beat my Zong Zidian Shenxiao Spear."

Everyone around heard the sound and stared, full of hostility.

Everyone regards their Gun Soul as the number one in the world and is extremely proud, how can they accept such a comparison.

The corner of Yan Wang's mouth twitched, you kid is pretending to be cool, isn't this arousing hatred for my brother Luo.

"You don't believe it?"

Yang Jinghong narrated with joy, "You guys didn't see it!!"

"I have mastered the first three of Shenxiao's seven moves, and I have a soul power advantage of more than a dozen levels. I will challenge my elder brother one-on-one. Guess what will happen afterwards?"

"How many tricks did that kid insist on defeating?" The curiosity of the young people was mobilized.

"A mere Hunzun, to be able to persist in ten strokes undefeated under my Shenxiaozong's unique skills is already a genius in heaven."

"Well, ten tricks, no more."

The elders of the Zongmen also nodded their heads one after another. Although Yang Jinghong's character was a bit rebellious, they still recognized his strength, and Yang Xiruo was the only one who couldn't beat Yang Xiruo among the juniors.

Yang Jinghong held up a finger, and said brightly:

"One move, one move!!!"

Everyone exclaimed in shock: "You just exposed that guy with twin martial souls?"

"It can't be bragging, I guess they can't be so rubbish."

"Yeah, how can I persist in a few tricks."

Yang Tingjun and others also felt that Yang Jinghong was exaggerating.

"Cough cough."

Yang Jinghong said: "My elder brother, just use a slap!"

"One slap, I was slapped away, and the gun was out of my hand."

"???"

Everyone's expressions suddenly became extremely exciting, and they felt that the matter was too outrageous.

"I boil it!"

"really."

"Don't make trouble, did you slap Young Master Yang?"

"Our young master Yang has always liked to pretend to be aggressive, so he shouldn't be blackmailing himself."

Yang Jinghong became emotional: "What is the Seventh Form of the Divine Firmament, so many levels ahead, and this young master was fucked."

"Dogs don't even learn!"

"tui!!"

In an instant, pairs of murderous gazes came together, including the sickly and graceful woman.

Yang Jinghong trembled.

With a skillful sliding shovel, he "slid" in front of the weak woman: "Sister, I admit that I was a little loud just now."

"calm down!!"

Yang Xiruo has frail willow eyebrows clustered together, her beautiful eyes are full of curiosity, and she utters a soft and clear spring-like voice:

"he……"

"Is it really as powerful as you say?"

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