Crazy concubine is hard to tame: mistakenly provoked the cold and charming black king

Chapter 387 Why Didn't I Know You Earlier? (1)

Shuo Ye smiled slightly, "Fighting with people makes progress faster."

His words are always simple and clear, this kind of directness suits Ye Lanyi's appetite.

The girl took off her mask and said with a smile, "Why don't you go to the other participating disciples."

"How can a group of birds raised in a greenhouse compare to wild beasts?" The boy's eyes seemed a little disdainful.

He suddenly changed the subject, "How is Ye Junze."

Ye Lanyi hesitated for a moment, then nodded lightly, not wanting to expose the fact that her younger brother had grown strange white fluff.

"Speaking of which, how did you know at a glance that he was about to advance?" Ye Lanyi thought of Shuo Ye's piercing eyes.

Shuo Ye seemed to smile a bit, "It is precisely because he wants to be promoted and his internal strength is not enough, so he can't restrain himself from wanting to kill people to strengthen his own strength."

Ye Lanyi was startled, feeling that something was wrong.

When advancing, if the strength is insufficient, it is enough to absorb the spiritual power in the spirit orb, why can't I restrain myself from killing people?
It seems that we can only wait for my uncle's letter.

"I watched your fight just now. What kind of magical skill is your technique to make him unable to move?" Shuo Ye asked with great interest.

"That, that's not a spiritual skill." Ye Lanyi smiled awkwardly.

How would she explain things like acupuncture in ancient martial arts?
Shuo Ye seemed to see her embarrassment, so she didn't continue to ask, but nonchalantly pointed to the other fighters who obviously isolated them on the other side.

Although these fighters are all desperate after going on the field, it does not prevent some of them from forging deep friendships and even having their own small groups.

And these two rookies who suddenly appeared among them, with good strength and fierce shots, were obviously feared by them.

Shuo Ye's voice lowered a bit, "That short guy over there is just as good at body skills as you are, if you meet him, the move just now may not necessarily be successful."

Ye Lanyi smiled, that was not the most common method she used in battle, it was only because of Iron Hand Blood Eagle's arrogance and underestimation of the enemy that she had an opportunity to take advantage of it.

However, what surprised her was that Shuo Ye was very familiar with these fighters, pointing to them and analyzing their strengths and weaknesses.

Speaking of the excitement, the two heads were still muttering together and discussing what magical skills to use to deal with them.

Although Shuo Ye is a closed minded maniac, he is unexpectedly an expert in practice, and has an unexpectedly deep understanding of actual combat.

Listening to his discussion, Ye Lanyi occasionally had an illusion.

This person, like her previous life, survived countless fights.

It was this sudden strange feeling that made her and Shuo Ye almost meet each other, and she had the idea of ​​making each other a confidant.

"It's your turn." A person came over suddenly, interrupted their conversation, and said to Shuo Ye.

Shuo Ye stood up calmly, as if he was not going to fight for his life, but just going out for a walk.

"I'll go ahead and cheer you on." Ye Lanyi then stood up.

However, on the way to the auditorium, she was stopped by someone.

"Ghost-faced Rakshasa?" The man was full of flesh, staring at her unkindly and sneered, "Just such a little white-faced bastard."

Ye Lanyi frowned, "Get out of the way."

"Hey, be polite with me. Do you know who I am?" The man's face fell.

The corner of Ye Lanyi's lips curled into a hint of sarcasm, "Dark Night Tiger King. However, I think you should be called Dark Night Sick Cat."

The complexion of the man who stopped her suddenly changed, and he sneered twice, "Sure enough, he is an arrogant newcomer. The newcomer is so arrogant, but he won't live long."

After he finished speaking meaningfully, two tall figures appeared behind Ye Lanyi, "Boy, aren't you very good? Let's go out and compete?"

Ye Lanyi remained silent, killing intent was already welling up in her heart.

In the underground fighting arena, private competitions often happen.

And in order to stabilize their position in the fighting arena, it is normal for newcomer fighters to be made things difficult or even intentionally beaten by old people.

The fact that Ye Lanyi killed the Iron Hand Blood Eagle with one move has aroused the vigilance of these people.

Although this newcomer named Ghost Mian looks like an inconspicuous bean sprouts, a group of people headed by Dark Night Tiger King decided to get rid of her in advance.

"Tiger King, do you want us to call a few more brothers?" a fighter said.

"No need, I alone is enough to deal with this kid. Do you think I'm that trash of Iron Hand Blood Eagle?" Dark Night Tiger King sneered.

To their surprise, Ye Lanyi followed them out obediently and obediently.

Before leaving, she suddenly raised her head and threw a meaningful smile at the person in charge of the arena.

The person in charge felt a sudden, vaguely having a bad premonition.

Generally, this kind of private lesson, as long as it is not too much, the fighting arena will not care.

And the person in charge also wanted to see what Ye Lanyi was capable of, so he didn't stop him.

Not only that—

He wiped off the strange cold sweat that suddenly appeared on his forehead, and murmured in a low voice: "Why does this kid seem to know everything? Didn't he hear that someone deliberately spread the word that he was my favorite?"

He always felt that Ye Lanyi would not be under his control, so he deliberately added fuel to it, trying to suppress Ye Lanyi's arrogance through the hands of these people.

"Where did they go?" A slightly deep voice suddenly rang in his ears.

The person in charge felt a chill down his spine, and when he saw the boy in front of him clearly, he relaxed again.

"You finished playing so quickly?"

Why didn't he hear the fighting in front?
The young man who had just entered the field did not speak, but glanced at him meaningfully.

There was a warning in the cold eyes, which made the man who was soaked in the evil spirit feel cold all over, and wished he could lie on the ground and admit his mistake.

In such a frightened effort, the boy had disappeared, and one of his subordinates walked in with a ghostly look in his eyes.

"What kind of pervert is this!"

Seeing the person in charge, he rushed up a little excitedly and said, "Owner, do you know that as soon as that young man entered the field just now, the most arrogant master in our family knelt down and surrendered to him. You should go to the front to appease him." Well, when the audience comes back to their senses, there must be another shady scene!"

Only then did the belated noise spread to the rear, and the young man who caused all this was like a wandering dragon, rushing to a dark alley outside the arena in an instant.

The strong smell of blood wafted in the alley, making the young man's heart tighten.

When he saw the two figures at the end of the alley, he immediately felt relieved.

However, the next scene made him furious again.

The dark night tiger king's spiritual skills shot a huge fist shadow like a hill in the air, and it was hitting the thin boy opposite.

With a "boom", a beam of purple lightning descended from the sky and hit Fist Shadow.

At the same time, the girl under the shadow of the fist has already slammed a series of spiritual skills towards the Dark Night Tiger King with lightning speed.

That was one of the spiritual skills the two had just discussed, it was just a low-level metal spiritual skill of the yellow rank, but the advantage was that it was very easy to use.

Relying on her own speed, Ye Lanyi smashed down ten of them in a short time, knocking the Dark Night Tiger King dizzy.

With a "boom", Zi Dian passed through the blown shadow of the fist, and slashed directly on the head of the dizzy fighter.

The girl stood firm behind him, looked at the scorched black figure with smoke on her head, and silently looked at the boy at the entrance of the alley

Shuo Ye's expression froze uncomfortably, and he blurted out, "Do you want to drink?"

Has this style of painting become a little wrong?

Seeing Ye Lanyi's strange eyes, he paused again, "I'll shock you."

(End of this chapter)