Fantasy: Opening Start to Hundreds of Millions of Modern Arms Martial Souls

Tang Xinyue glanced at Yang Zilei and asked with a smile: "You are going to Longfei City this time, don't you want to participate in the hunting competition?"

"Right."

Yang Zilei paused slightly, then smiled lightly: "I haven't received the invitation post, and I don't know if the family can let me participate by then."

Hearing this, Tang Xinyue's eyes flashed with surprise. It seems that Yang Zilei's status in the Yang family is extremely low, so low that he doesn't even have the qualifications to participate in the hunting competition.

"How can this be?!"

Chen Si next to him suddenly felt a little bizarre. After what happened in these two days, he can be said to be the person who knows Yang Zilei's strength best.

Ye Han of Cangqiangwufu, as well as more than a hundred bandits before, were easily killed by Yang Zilei.

How could such a powerful character not be valued by the Yang clan?

Thinking of his boss being despised, Chen Si was a little bit angry in his heart, "With Young Master Yang's ability, a hunting competition of the level of Long Feicheng, it is more than enough to win a championship."

Hearing this, the corners of the four guards' mouths twitched slightly, forbearing a smile.

Although they think Yang Zilei's culinary skills are really good, they don't think Yang Zilei's martial arts talent is so awesome.

Otherwise, he would not even be eligible to participate in the hunting competition.

If it hadn’t been for the grilled fish that they had just eaten, and felt a little owed, I’m afraid they would have laughed.

Tang Xinyue shook her head secretly, it seemed that Chen Si was most likely brainwashed by Yang Zilei.

Not only was he willing to act as a coachman, but at this time he even said such silly words that he was very sick.

"Dad, there is a snake!"

However, at this moment, Yang Chenchen suddenly screamed.

Yang Zilei stood up abruptly, his eyes condensed slightly, and suddenly found a silver-tailed snake with the help of the light of fire, and quickly crawled in the direction of Yang Chenchen.

Silver-tailed snake, a first-class beast, although not high in level, it is a highly poisonous thing. If an ordinary person is bitten by it, it will definitely not survive half the time.

At the very moment, Yang Zilei mobilized the "Bison Submachine Gun", the martial soul in his body.

"Boom, boom, boom!!!"

As soon as the spirit of the gun condensed, the muzzle instantly locked the silver-tailed snake, and it burst into flames, bursting noises one after another.

The aura form of the third rank martial spirit already possesses extremely strong lethality, and the silver-tailed snake was shot to blood and blood by the aura bullet in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this scene, Tang Xinyue and the four guards became stiff and completely stunned.

Unexpectedly, the prodigal son who had been despised by them was still a master of the spiritual realm, and this strange weapon type martial spirit, what is it?

"With Dad, it's okay."

Yang Zilei stroked the daughter who threw herself in her arms.

Unexpectedly, Yang Chenchen was not surprised at all. He looked at the killed silver-tailed snake, blinked his big cute eyes, and groaned softly, "Dad, I have never eaten snake meat when I grow up so old, let me get it. Would you like to try it?"

"Uh……"

Hearing this, Yang Zilei was slightly startled, and he didn't expect this little guy to be so courageous that he would even eat snake meat.

Yang Zilei smiled and nodded, "Okay, Dad will make you a kebab."

"awesome!!"

Yang Chenchen clapped his little hand happily, then sat next to him nicely and began to wait.

"Is this really the old waste prodigal?!"

Looking at Yang Zilei who was using a dagger to disassemble the silver-tailed snake, Tang Xinyue's beautiful eyes were full of incredible color.

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