Twin martial souls, full level charm, enchantress please respect yourself

"Senior brother, don't run away! Don't fool me with fakes. If you have the guts, take it out and show me the real thing to junior sister!"

Under the moon, a handsome man and a beautiful woman ran wildly in the forest.

He escapes, she chases, and he can't fly.

The female pope followed leisurely, watching with relish the chase scene between Lan Yan's confidant and her disciple.

Luo Fanchen didn't want to escape either.

Just now, Bai Yingyue and Bai Yingyue exchanged moves while possessing the martial soul, activating the Qilin Pattern and adding the Burning Flame Armor.

The result made him realize the truth.

It’s so arrogant, you’ve only been practicing for a few days and you already want to fuck the saint who was carefully trained by the female pope?

Bai Yingyue is a temple genius who has been practicing for two years and possesses secret skills and four top-matching soul rings. Thirty Li Hongpeng combined cannot be her opponent.

The most important thing is that the opponent's Taiyin Youying martial spirit has a significant increase in combat power under the moon! ! !

As the distance kept getting closer, Luo Fanchen shouted to the side: "Wei Yang, are you just watching the female disciple commit the murder?"

Di Weiyang shook her head: "Even I have to be afraid of an angry Yingyue."

"and……"

"The debt owed must eventually be repaid."

Black-bellied woman,

You are afraid of a big-headed ghost! !

Luo Fanchen pinched the melon seeds. This woman obviously wanted to watch a show, so she just had to eat melon seeds.

He is now 100% sure that not only the female pope is evil, but the saint is definitely not White Lotus.

In fact, he has a way to capture Bai Yingyue.

But the female pope is here too, and some rogue tricks can't be used.

"Secret Skill: Nether Moonlight Dance!"

"Shhhhh!"

The moment Bai Yingyue approached Luo Fanchen, nine phantoms of her appeared around her at the same time.

The dancing figures are so beautiful that it's hard to tell the real thing from the fake one.

"boom!"

Luo Fanchen tossed and turned,

In the end, a phantom appeared, and he fell down and was thrown out.

Bai Yingyuexin's long white python clamped its legs and sat on his chest, sliding in the soft grass due to the inertia of its forward motion.

A pretty face looked down, full of victory, and her red lips raised proudly: "Brother, I caught you."

The opponent obviously held back his hand, and Luo Fanchen didn't feel any pain at all.

He looked a little unnatural, because this posture was too ambiguous.

Does the other person think it’s okay if he doesn’t sit on his lap?

The seafood is almost in your mouth. Sister, senior brother doesn’t like seafood.

Bai Yingyue spat softly: "Why don't you bully others in the future! I'm not someone to be trifled with."

"Winning or losing, it's up to you to do whatever you want. Just be careful, Senior Brother will take revenge in the future!"

How could Luo Fanchen lose his momentum? He was already thinking about how to deal with this girl when he caught up with her. Xiao Zhi's spanking was too gentle.

Bai Yingyue hummed: "Junior sister is not a rookie like Li Hongpeng. I can also make progress. If you want to catch up with me, wait a few years!"

Having said that, most of them are hard-spoken.

She was indeed a little frightened, after all, this senior brother's talent was so incredible.

However, due to this situation, this posture, some of the moves in the booklet appeared in her mind.

There seems to be a spiritualist sitting in the lotus pose.

"what!"

Her face was red, and she let out a shy cry.

"Junior sister, is it a porcelain thing?" Luo Fanchen was speechless: "You are holding me down and screaming, no one will bully you this time."

"If you don't apologize to me, I will find a hidden weapon myself!"

Facing Bai Yingyue's threat, Luo Fanchen smiled. He didn't believe that his junior sister was so shy and dared to find him.

"Look for it, see what you can do."

"you said!!"

Bai Yingyue moved her hips, sat down, and reached out to grab the belt.

"I won't apologize."

Luo Fanchen was sure that Bai Yingyue was reluctant to beat him, let alone pick him up, and concentrated all his attention on shielding the soft bullet touch from his chest.

Bai Yingyue's hands holding the belt trembled, her beautiful eyes flashed, she was cruel and gritted her teeth.

"You forced me!!"

"Fuck!"

"Are you really mean???"

Luo Fanchen suddenly jumped up.

The female pope, who kept smiling while watching the show, had her eyes frozen and couldn't laugh anymore.

Bai Yingyue's eyes were blank, she was sitting there in an M-shape with her fair, round legs kneeling in an M shape, seemingly unable to hear any sounds from the outside world.

That year, before February 2, the Dragon King raised his head first.

The startling glimpse left an indelible impression in Bai Yingyue's mind.

……

For the next month and a half, the female pope, the saint, and Luo Fanchen did not communicate in any language, and an awkward atmosphere filled the hearts of the three of them.

The female pope would occasionally leave the oasis, but she always kept a cold face and an expressionless expression.

The saint didn't dare to make eye contact with Luo Fanchen and would hide away when touched.

Prepare the food and put it there, waiting for Luo Fanchen to get it himself.

To be honest, Luo Fanchen's head was buzzing. He wouldn't be shocked if a charming and coquettish woman did such a thing.

It just happened to be his junior sister Bailianhua.

It wouldn't be a big problem if just one junior sister saw it. The female pope definitely saw it too, which probably caused a huge psychological impact. Otherwise, it would have been impossible for her to remain silent for ten days.

Well, women in this world are indeed much more conservative than those back home.

However, he has not been idle during the past month and a half. He took three red fruits and relied on a little bit of insignificant talent and his own efforts.

The liquefaction of eleven soul power cyclones in Dantian was completed one after another.

At this point, all thirteen cyclones have liquefied, reaching the peak of the soul master, level 20 cultivation.

Luo Fanchen always felt that he should be considered level 23. After all, he had three more liquefied cyclones than others, breaking the limit three times.

But who said that he was the only one special in the world, and no one set up a separate level for him.

Do as the Romans do.

Most of the medicinal power of Zhu Guo is integrated into the meridians and has not been completely absorbed.

Luo Fanchen himself felt that the breakthrough speed was much slower than before, but the pope and the saint's eyes showed shock every time.

"Tear!"

The space split open, and the female pope returned from nowhere. Luo Fanchen spoke for the first time in a month and a half:

"Wei Yang, I'm going to look for my second soul ring. How many years do you think it would be suitable to find one?"

The tall female pope stood there quietly, silent for a long time without giving an answer.

The limit of the second soul ring of an extremely genius is nine hundred years, and the limit of the third soul ring is one thousand seven hundred years.

And Luo Fanchen, with a little practice, is already at the limit of ordinary people.

The first soul ring has reached the terrifying eleven hundred years, which is the first of its kind in the Soul Martial Continent. How can others estimate his second soul ring?

What's more, this man now has more unicorn patterns after using the secret method "Divine Paint Tempering" than before. The power of the five internal organs has been activated, and the number of years he can bear the soul ring will inevitably increase significantly.

Bai Yingyue's eyes flickered on the side and she couldn't help but guess.

Two thousand years?

No.

Two thousand five hundred years?

It seems like I can't stop him, I underestimate him.

It can't reach three thousand years, it would be too shocking. It is already comparable to the fourth soul ring life of an elite soul master.

As for four thousand years, Bai Yingyue thought it was absolutely impossible. This was already the limit year for the fourth soul ring to be attached.

Whether it is her, the saint of the temple, or the genius of other top forces on the continent, they must stop here.

Di Weiyang held it in for a long time, and finally said in a cold voice: "Your situation is special and difficult to estimate. You need to find your limit through fighting."

"Okay." Luo Fanchen nodded: "But before I get the soul ring, I will let the little loach have a good time hunting and let it complete its evolution."

His two-meter-long little loach was already hungry and thirsty.

The silver-haired woman wearing a strange gold mask who had been following secretly, but seeing that she had not gained anything, she couldn't help but feel bored and disappointed, and was about to leave.

Hearing Luo Fanchen's words, he stopped.

Martial spirit, evolution?