Douluo: Becoming a god from dreaming

Chapter 67: You will be honest after a good beating

Facing Yan's attack, it was too late for Hu Liena to stop her, and a worried look appeared on her pretty face.

Xie Yue frowned, a little troubled by Yan's irritability, and hurriedly chased after him.

His eyes were fixed on Yan, and two blood-red moon blades appeared silently, ready to intervene at any time.

Yan's personality is quite impulsive. After being ridiculed a few times, he would not care about taking action when he got angry.

But after all, the other party is the Pope's new disciple, and he is much younger than Yan. If he is injured by Yan as soon as he comes, he will undoubtedly make the Pope unhappy.

Whether it's Yan, Hu Liena, or Xie Yue, what's always worrying is that under Yan's anger, it doesn't matter how serious the attack is, and they are worried about hurting Wang Shenmeng, and they don't even think that Yan will not be able to beat the other party.

After all, the age gap between the two is so big. It is unheard of for such a genius to be able to defeat a genius soul master at the age of nine. That is no longer a genius, but a monster.

Yan's furious punch was powerful and fast, and the blazing flames burned his face. If it were any other person, he would have been burned by the flames before the fist hit his body.

But this flame was nothing to Wang Shenmeng. In his eyes, Yan's fist was pitifully slow. With the speed of a ghost shadow fan, if he wanted to hide, Yan would never be able to hit him.

But Wang Shenmeng said that if Yan could make him move one step, he would lose.

Therefore, he directly activated his martial soul. The extremely beautiful butterfly wings spread out behind his back, and three soul rings, two purple and one black, emerged under his feet. The powerful soul power fluctuations suddenly spread, shocking the golden trio in an instant.

"His soul ring...how is it possible?"

Yan's pupils shrank, and a deep shock flashed through his heart. It was already unbelievable to become a soul master at such a young age, but the configuration of two purple and one black soul rings blinded his eyes.

An unstoppable frustration and shame arose in Yan's heart. This is the real monstrous genius. No wonder he was valued by the Pope. Fortunately, he was arrogant just now. Compared with the other party, the talent he is proud of is nothing ?

"No, I haven't lost yet. Talent is not equal to strength, and the level of soul power cannot represent real combat power."

Yan screamed unwillingly in his heart, and his fists, which originally still had some strength left, now even used the strength to suck.

Wang Shenmeng watched calmly as Yan's fist enlarged in front of his eyes. His dark eyes suddenly flashed with brilliance, and then turned red. His eyes intertwined with Yan's equally red eyes, and his silent mental power suddenly activated.

The next moment, Yan's anger broke through the sky, and an angry roar came from his mouth.

"Ah, give me death!"

boom!

The hideous face deformed under his fist, and finally the whole head exploded with a bang. Driven by the huge force, the headless corpse flew five or six meters away, smashing a huge hole in the ground.

Yan was extremely excited and laughed.

He had been overcome by anger and reason, and now he just wanted to brutally kill this hateful boy. As for the consequences, he no longer cared about it.

"Yan!"

There was an exclamation in my ear, it was Nana!

Is she worried about that boy?

Hearing Hu Liena's voice, the anger in Yan's mind finally dissipated a little, and his rationality gradually returned. Then there was severe pain on his face, as if someone had hit him with a heavy hammer.

"what happened?"

Yan wiped his face, his hands were covered with blood, and there was a pain that penetrated into the bone marrow on his face, causing his whole body to convulse, and he suddenly woke up from his state of dementia.

When he saw his surroundings clearly, he was stunned. He saw the guy whose head was smashed by him, standing uninjured and looking at him quietly.

Hu Liena and Xie Yue stood in front of him, one on the left and one on the right, with their eyes full of sympathy, as if the defeated dog that was hit in the head with a punch was themselves.

Yan was puzzled, but when he saw that the boy was still alive, he was quietly relieved.

Just now, for some reason, I couldn't control my anger, so I punched him dead without thinking about anything.

When I woke up, only fear remained.

That's a new disciple under the pope's crown. He was beaten to death by himself when he first arrived, so he can't pay for his life?

"Yan, are you okay?"

Xie Yue asked with concern.

"What happened to me? You should ask that kid. I punched him in the face. Although he looked fine, he must have been injured."

puff!

Seeing that he still looked confused, Hu Liena couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Yan, was it you who got slapped in the face, or yourself? You don't even know how you lost, and you still want to compete with Xiaomeng?"

"Am I the one who loses?"

Yan looked confused.

Xie Yue nodded seriously.

Yan lowered his head, and then realized that he had fallen to the ground, and a big crater was made under his body, just like the one he saw the kid made just now.

Yan's heart jumped up, and he felt a sharp pain in his body. It seemed that it was caused by falling heavily on the hard floor.

He stared at Wang Shenmeng with fear and confusion in his eyes, and gritted his teeth and said, "What kind of soul skill are you doing?"

Wang Shenmeng said calmly: "My own spiritual soul skill, the Infinite Demonic Eyes. Oh, I forgot to tell you that I am a spiritual control system soul master. When I was still a great soul master, I defeated him easily. A soul master, his strength is not much worse than yours."

"Self-created soul skills..."

Yan murmured to himself, feeling even more frustrated.

Even though he is so strong at such a young age, he has already created such a terrifying self-made soul skill. I don't even know how he controlled me just now, but he hit me so hard.

Thanks to his dual attributes of fire and earth, the first two soul skills are all amplification type, with the ability of extreme heat, strong attack, and strong defense. His own spear poked his own shield, and he was lucky enough not to kill himself in the end, but if It would be easy for him to kill himself, right?

"I lost. You're right, I'm nothing in front of real geniuses."

Yan's eyes were complicated and he said dejectedly.

Looking at the three terrifying soul rings, two purple and one black, at Wang Shenmeng's feet, he felt difficulty breathing and his self-confidence was severely hit.

Wang Shenmeng saw that Yan had become more honest, his arrogance no longer existed, and all the displeasure in his heart had disappeared.

In fact, he didn't have any bad feelings towards Yan. It was just that this guy felt threatened, so he kept provoking him. He didn't expect to be slapped in the face if he failed to fill the cup.

Wang Shenmeng stood with his hands behind his back, and said calmly: "Don't be depressed, when I was at level , beating the great prince of the Star Luo Empire was not much more difficult than beating you just now. His talent and strength are also top-notch in the mainland, no less How much worse are you? Don't compare with me, your talent is still very good, the talent on the mainland is not much better than yours, work hard, there is hope for the titled Douluo in the future."

Yan smiled bitterly, is this consolation?

Although he has a bad temper, he is also straight-tempered, and he admires people who are more powerful than him. Being defeated cleanly by Wang Shenmeng, he felt admiration in his heart.

Hu Liena said with a smile: "Okay, this can be regarded as acquaintance without fighting. We will be friends from now on."

Wang Shenmeng smiled and stretched out his hand to Yan, "Introduce me again, I am Wang Shenmeng, Nana's junior brother, the martial soul Seven Color Fantasy Heart Butterfly, the thirty-fourth level control system war soul master, can I make a friend? "

Yan was a little flattered, hesitated for a moment, stretched out his hand, took Wang Shenmeng's hand, and said sincerely: "My name is Yan, Nana's partner, the Lord of Fire Soul, the thirty-fifth level attack-type battle soul master, it's an honor to be with you. You become friends.”

Wang Shenmeng smiled slightly. It was that simple to deal with the thorn. He first showed off his muscles and beat him hard to convince him, and then gave him a step up and down, and he was basically done.

Hu Liena watched this scene happily, with a glimmer of admiration in her eyes.

This little junior brother is too powerful, not only strong, but also has a good personality. Yan provoked him so much, and after defeating Yan, he was still willing to be friends with Yan.

But this is exactly what she wants to see the most, so she strikes while the iron is hot: "Let's go, let's take the younger brother to familiarize himself with the environment, and let's get to know each other better, so we'll be friends from now on!"

Xie Yue smiled and nodded, and Wang Shenmeng and Wang Shenmeng followed Hu Liena away.

Yan sighed and followed sadly.