From Douluo Marrying the Snow Queen

Early morning!

The morning sun shines brightly, and the golden sun shines all over the earth.

Three teenagers with different looks and temperaments walked in the morning sun.

Each of the three was full of energy, with bright eyes.

The golden sunshine covered them with a layer of golden shirts, making them appear more wise, arrogant, and energetic.

Wang Lung's hair was full of brilliant blond hair, burning like a golden torch, a little dazzling.

Although he was only fourteen or fifteen years old, he was tall and straight, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he walked like a tiger.

Under his leadership, the other two teenagers followed closely as if they were left and right arms.

"If I were you, I would stop here and go back and forth from where I came from."

Ye Han opened the corners of his mouth, revealing a set of white teeth, which looked a little dignified under the direct sunlight.

When he spoke, although he had a smile on his face, it didn't make people feel the slightest warmth, and there was a chilling air permeating the surroundings.

The three stopped their steps, Wang Long's eyes swept away, and a bright light flashed in his eyes.

Then he said to the dark-skinned, ordinary-looking, black-haired and black-eyed boy beside him, "Little San, look at this woman, not only is her skin fair and firm, but she is so plump and attractive at such a young age. The most important thing is her temperament, There is a hint of charm in the dignified, from my point of view, this is definitely a stunner."

"Hehe, yes, Boss Wang has a good vision. This woman is really good, and she barely deserves your status as the boss." Xiaosan didn't say anything, but Chen Haifeng, who was beside Wang Long, was like a dog's leg, licking his face and flattering.

"Chen Haifeng, are you mentally strong? Come on, let me try."

When Ye Han heard this, his eyes that were originally looking in the other direction were instantly withdrawn.

The indifferent tone remained the same, and there was even a signboard smile on their faces, but for some reason, Wang Long and Chen Haifeng felt their scalps numb, and they suddenly felt terrified.

brush!

Ye Han's voice just fell, and immediately in front of him two invisible spears, the length of which were chopsticks, condensed.

Then, with a stab, two short spears ripped apart the space and directly attacked Chen Haifeng and Wang Long.

"No, Boss Wang save me."

Chen Haifeng shouted abruptly, his delicate little face turned pale and bloodless.

As a soul sect of the mind control system, Chen Haifeng is very talented and has a very keen sense of spiritual power, and instantly discovered the extraordinaryness of the short spear.

He couldn't stop this blow.

However, Wang Long was too busy to take care of himself and had no time to help him.

At the moment when the short spear of spiritual power pierced into Chen Haifeng's mind, a trace of despair flashed in the boy's eyes.

He regretted it.

I regret why I came with you?

I regret my sloppy mouth.

I regret even more why you want that woman's spirit ring?

If he hadn't discovered that the soul beast the woman was hunting was just right for him, there would not have been a scene of two soul saints coming...

At this moment, Chen Haifeng suddenly felt a little ridiculous.

The two soul saints were scared away by others, and they actually ran up with a soul emperor foolishly, and flirted with the women around them in public. Isn't this the old birthday star hanging and seeking death?

He was foolishly cried by himself, and paid the price for his decision.

Stab it!

Like the cloth brocade being torn apart, a clear voice echoed in Chen Haifeng's mind...

In an instant, Chen Haifeng's delicate cheeks were twisted, his seven orifices were bleeding, his body seemed to have all the bones removed, and he fell to the ground softly, twitching slightly like a spasm.

Ye Han glanced at the young man lightly and ignored it.

Chen Haifeng did not die, but it was worse than death. He was smashed by a short spear, and if there was no chance against the sky, he would have to be a fool for the rest of his life.

"The strength is not bad!"

Ye Han looked at Wang Long, who was pale and breathing heavily. He praised him with a smile that made people feel like a spring breeze, but his eyes were full of murderous intent.

As soon as the mental power moved, dozens of short spears condensed out in an instant.

"Don't, don't kill me, please let me go." Wang Long's body trembled, and he immediately knelt down.

"I'll let you go."

Ye Han laughed dumbly and said, "Okay, then give me a reason to let you go."

"The reason, the reason is..."

Wang Long spoke, his voice flustered.

However, the cheek facing the ground is Gu Jing Wubo, as cold as ten thousand years of mysterious ice.

The corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and murderous intent loomed in his eyes.

In terms of mental power, he is indeed inferior to Ye Han, but he is very confident in his melee combat ability.

He believed that as long as he was given a chance to get close, he could knock Ye Han out.

And Ye Han did give him a chance. While talking to Wang Long, his eyes couldn't help but look in another direction.

There, a tall and burly man, dressed in tattered sackcloth and sackcloth, looked like a beggar, but his aura was as deep as a mountain, unfathomable, like an unshakable ancient magic mountain.

On him, the nine spirit rings moved up and down, and the red spirit ring on the top was particularly eye-catching.

But Ye Han didn't pay attention to this.

After he saw the man's bitter face, the only thought in his mind was that the man's wife died.

That scruffy face had a bitter look, as if the words "My wife is dead" were written in three big characters. It was really too bitter.

Finding that Ye Han was distracted, Wang Long naturally would not miss such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

A ferocious light flashed in his eyes, his hands turned into claws, digging into the ground, and his knees on the ground suddenly exerted force, like a tiger that had been in storage for a long time.

Purple purple black black black black, six soul rings appeared in an instant.

And along with the spirit ring, there was a loud dragon roar and the ubiquitous dragon might.

As a sea soul beast, Xiaobai is a super fierce beast with a cultivation base of more than 100,000 years, but after feeling this dragon's might, his body softened, and his powerful combat power dropped sharply by 30%.

Ye Han frowned slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable, but that was all.

He has practiced the Taixuan Sutra for 50,000 years, and his body has been transformed no less than ten times. He has no idea how many times he has changed his blood. If the blood is noble and pure, he is no worse than any creature in the Douluo Continent.

The mere bloodline suppression, to him, was nothing but a breeze, and it was nothing to worry about.

Compared with Longwei, Ye Han was more interested in the dragon-like state of Wang Long.

With the possession of the martial spirit, Wang Long's body was covered with a layer of golden scales, his limbs were thick and his height reached ten meters, and this was not counting the tail.

His tail, at least fifteen meters long, is thick and powerful~www.readwn.com~ Ye Han is silent, wanting to laugh a little.

With Wang Long's current appearance, a character instantly appeared in Ye Han's mind.

To be precise, it seems to be a character in a game, and the summoner will affectionately call it... crocodile.

Wang Lung's current appearance is very similar to that crocodile. Except for the dragon's head and the dazzling scales on his body, he is exactly the same as that crocodile.

Boom! ~

Crocodile, uh, no, it was Wang Long who was transformed into a dragon and descended from the sky, clenched his fists with both hands, and slammed into Ye Han's position.

"Don't you want a reason?"

Wang Long's fangs were exposed, his voice was like a fight between gold and iron, and he said ruthlessly, "Is this reason enough to kill you? I am the Golden Dragon King, and I am invincible in melee combat."

"Really?"

Ye Han's voice sounded.

There was no expression on Wang Longlong's face after being transformed into a dragon, but a sluggishness appeared in the pair of golden pupils, and then he blankly removed his hands and glanced at the ground in front of him.

There was nothing there, no corpses, no blood, and no broken bones.

"How is this possible?" Panic appeared in Wang Long's eyes.

He never thought that Ye Han would be able to escape. The most important thing was that he did not find out how the enemy escaped.

"It's stubborn, if that's the case, then die!"

Ye Han's voice suddenly became cold, no longer cynical.

Ten short spears condensed, tearing apart the space in an instant, almost ignoring the distance, and appearing directly in front of Wang Long.

"Ang! King Silver Dragon, save me."

Wang Long panicked!

PS: Hahaha, some people are very good, I guessed it right away!

Can you send the counting tickets, brothers!