Fantasy: The Strongest Martial Soul System

Chapter 008 I Want It

Qiao Ye said: "Is it because Qiao Jing has some plans for you to stop me from entering the city so desperately?"

"So what if it is? So what if it's not?" Qiao Yuan rolled his eyes at Qiao Ye and said, "I'm not afraid to tell you, you want to be the crown prince? It's purely a dream."

Qiao Yuan even snapped his fingers while talking.

"Your mother is from the Lingyu Spiritual Race. A vixen who came from an outland is missing, but which wild man did she run away with?" Qiao Yuan continued with a sneer on his face, "Your father, King Shenwu , I used to admire it very much. After all, he is a rare genius in our Xuanning country. Unfortunately, it is a shame to leave and never return because of a woman. As for you, you are a waste of mixed blood. Your mother is a foreign race , Dad is a traitor, I really don’t understand why Your Majesty wants to make you the crown prince, according to me, the Shenwu Palace should have been demolished a long time ago, if you still have a little self-respect, you can cut yourself off, so as not to humiliate the country.”

While speaking, Qiao Yuan had already come to Qiao Ye, and shook his outstretched fingers in front of Qiao Ye.

"You count it yourself, and you want to get your hands on the crown prince?" Qiao Yuan said with a smile: "Don't talk about Qiao Jing, isn't it better to just find a cat or a dog than you? So, let me speak openly." , if you are sensible, stay here for me, wait for the dust to settle, you continue to be a piece of trash waiting to die, don’t make yourself uncomfortable, if you are not sensible..."

Qiao Yuan hooked the corner of his mouth and smiled ferociously.

"You said, you want to be rude to me?" Qiao Yuan sneered: "If you are not sensible, I am afraid I will have to be rude to you first, such as breaking your hands and feet, wanting to go to the city? Okay, crawl for me When I go back, I would like to know if His Majesty will be so confused as to let a cripple become the heir apparent."

"A lot of nonsense." Qiao Ye pouted and said, "If you want to keep me, it depends on how good you are!"

"I don't know how to flatter you." Qiao Yuan waved his hand and said, "Take him down for me, and I'll take care of it if something happens!"

Qiao Yuan was lazy to do it himself. The children of the royal family started to lay their foundations at the age of thirteen, and began to formally train their bodies at the age of fifteen. Qiao Ye's cultivation speed has always been at the bottom, worse than Qiao Ye. These are dudes who only know how to eat, drink and play, and most of them are not legitimate sons. They have no chance to inherit the family business, and naturally they will not be diligent in cultivation.

In Qiao Yuan's view, Qiao Ye was not even worthy of doing it himself.

but……

The soldiers on the tower had just surrounded Qiao Ye, and before they even had time to make a move, Qiao Ye kicked his legs and suddenly rushed forward.

Like a cheetah looking for food, it was fierce and swift. Before the two soldiers could react, they were punched left and right by Qiao Ye and sent flying.

"You defeated a martial artist of the second level of body training, absorbed the power of the martial soul, and obtained the martial soul value: 400 points."

"You defeated a martial artist of the third level of body training, absorbed the power of the martial soul, and obtained the martial soul value: 600 points."

After blasting the two of them, Qiao Ye snatched a saber. After holding the handle, he stretched out his fingers to clamp the blade and twisted it. The blade shattered, and countless blades flew around.

Puff puff……

The sound of flesh and blood being cut kept ringing out, and the soldier in front of Qiao Ye screamed and fell down in an instant, clutching his wound and wailing continuously, rolling on the ground.

"You defeated a martial artist of the second level of body training, absorbed the power of the martial soul, and obtained the martial soul value: 400 points."

"You defeated a martial artist of the third level of body training, absorbed the power of the martial soul, and obtained the martial soul value: 600 points."

"You defeated a martial artist of the third level of body training, absorbed the power of the martial soul, and obtained the martial soul value: 600 points."

...

Qiao Yuan was startled. No matter how trashy Qiao Ye is, his cultivation must be stronger than ordinary soldiers. However, in just a split second, he knocked down more than a dozen people...

Qiao Yuan felt that his eyes were dazzled, how powerful is Qiao Ye? Isn't he only at the fourth level of Body Refining Realm? Even if you go up by yourself, it's no problem to deal with this group of soldiers, but it's not easy to knock them down in an instant.

At the same time, Qiao Ye stepped over several mourning soldiers, looked at Qiao Yuan and said, "Now it's your turn, don't blame me for not reminding you, if you want to stop me, do your best!"

"Qiao Ye, don't be too arrogant!" Qiao Yuan said with a gloomy face, "How dare you talk to me like that after killing a few trash? I'll let you see what a gap is!"

As Qiao Yuan spoke, he strode forward, stretching his arms to the sides, with a surge of breath, Qiao Yuan's clothes bulged without wind.

boom!

Qiao Yuan took a sudden step, the huge force even cracked a piece of the ground, revealing a large cobweb crack, and immediately punched Qiao Ye.

A menacing punch, with the sound of howling and breaking the wind.

At this moment, Qiao Ye raised his arm directly.

Qiao Yuan was enraged in an instant. He didn't mean to dodge at all, and wanted to punch himself hard.

"Qiao Ye, you are looking for death!" Qiao Yuan shouted, "What are you, you dare to fight me, if you can take my punch..."

boom!

The muffled sound of punches to the flesh.

Qiao Yuan swallowed the following words abruptly as if his throat was being choked.

The fist hit Qiao Ye's arm, but Qiao Ye seemed to be fine. Even, the arm was completely motionless, and he received Qiao Yuan's punch lightly.

Qiao Ye tilted his head, and jokingly said to Qiao Yuan: "If I can take your punch, what will you do? I'm not greedy, you can just take my punch as well, what do you think?"

As Qiao Ye spoke, he raised his right hand, clenched his fist hard, his knuckles cracked, and then punched Qiao Yuan.

The same punch, no matter the angle or speed, is exactly the same.

However, Qiao Ye's fist was faster and stronger.

Qiao Yuan gritted his teeth, imitating Qiao Ye's previous appearance, and crossed his arms, trying to block Qiao Ye's fist, and then...

"what!"

A bewildered scream sounded, and in the next moment, Qiao Yuan clutched his arm and kept backing away. After that arm was punched by Qiao Ye, it was completely turned around by the punch, and twisted irregularly. He was actually broken by Qiao Ye's punch.

Qiao Yuan's expression was contorted, and he looked at Qiao Ye in disbelief: "Why? Why is this happening?"

"Who knows?" Qiao Ye sneered and said, "However, one thing is for sure, Qiao Jing can't become the crown prince because..."

Qiao Ye strode forward and approached Qiao Yuan.

"Because..." Qiao Ye looked at Qiao Yuan with a cold gaze and said, "I want the crown prince!"

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