Ye Yao and Dai Mubai returned to the stands, and Dai Mubai exclaimed lightly.

"Tang San and the others have played."

Ye Yao followed Dai Mubai's gaze and Tang San and Xiao Wu played against two big men holding casting hammers.

"Those two people are two strong attack soul masters. They have natural disadvantages against the control soul master, the mistress, and this battle should have been stabilized." Ye Yao said confidently.

Sure enough, with Tang San's control soul-like skills and cooperation with Xiao Wu, the two successfully suppressed the opponent and were about to win.

Ye Yao just smiled, but the two people on the other side actually threw out the hammer in their hands. Tang San was injured in vomiting blood to protect Xiao Wu.

It's over, I shouldn't have poisoned my milk. This thought flashed through Ye Yao's mind, and then he was a little worried about Tang San's injury.

"What are Xiao Wu doing?" Dai Mubai suddenly shouted in a low voice.

Ye Yao's pupils suddenly shrank, and he was already shouting: "Xiao Wu, show mercy!" When Xiao Wu saw that Tang San was injured, he actually shot four sleeve arrows at the two people who could not move, and this was clearly directed at the heads of the two people. With the power of the sleeve arrow, it was enough to penetrate their heads.

Although these two men injured Tang San, this was on the court after all, and they only wanted to protect themselves and would not die. Ye Yao's distance was too far at this time and there was no time to stop him. Fortunately, Tang San quickly looked and took out four lancet knives and knocked down the sleeve arrow.

Looking at Tang San walking off the stage, Ye Yao asked with concern: "Miss San, is it okay?" Tang San shook his head, "It's okay, it's just a little injury, just go back and adjust your breathing." Ye Yao breathed a sigh of relief, and then said helplessly: "Xiao Wu, you did it too much just now."

Xiao Wu said angrily: "Who made them hurt the mistress?"

Ye Yao slapped his forehead and said, "Oh, aunt, this is on the field. You can't kill someone like this."

Xiao Wu stuck out her tongue and realized that she had done a bit too much, so she hid behind Tang San and stopped talking.

Tang San quickly said, "It's okay, just don't be so over-exaggerated next time."

Ye Yao said helplessly: "Just spoil her, mistress."

Tang San curled his lips secretly. Who spoiled this girl more? Do you have no idea what to do with it? If I really scolded Xiao Wu just now, then you wouldn't have drawn your sword to cut me down.

"Well, Ye Yao, it's time for you to fight souls one-on-one." Dai Mubai said suddenly.

After Ye Yao left, Dai Mubai was shocked when he saw the figure walking on the stage, "Is Ye Yao's opponent actually him?"

Tang San frowned and said, "Mu Bai, is that person very strong?"

Dai Mubai smiled bitterly and said, "It's very strong, that person..."

The host shouted loudly: "Everyone who is standing on the stage now should be familiar with him. He is Yang Jisheng's Soul Zun who has completed more than a thousand games in the Soto Soul Arena. He is going to face the fledgling Ye Yao Soul Zun. Who will win this game to death? Let's wait and see."

Ye Yao was shocked when he walked onto the soul fighting platform. More than a thousand soul fighting events? Such people may not have high soul power, but their combat awareness and skills are absolutely terrifying, and this is even more terrifying than some people with stronger soul power.

Yang Jisheng is a middle-aged man who is slightly shabby in clothes, a slightly thin figure, an ordinary and stiff face. When he saw Ye Yao coming on stage, he just silently released his martial soul, and three soul rings of one white and two yellow under his feet rose.

Is it an iron spear? Ye Yao narrowed his eyes slightly.

After the host announced the start, Ye Yao released his martial soul as soon as possible, stepped on the ground with his right foot and ejected his body.

Yang Jisheng looked at Ye Yao who was approaching quickly, his face remained unchanged. Suddenly, at a moment, the iron spear in his hand roared forward like a black poisonous dragon.

Will be pierced! This thought flashed through Ye Yao's mind, and then he barely used his sword to slightly deflect the track of the iron spear. The iron spear passed by Ye Yao's waist, and it splashed a string of sparks when touched the armor. Ye Yao's body shook, and he quickly jumped backwards and opened the distance.

"Huh?" Yang Jisheng's stiff face showed a hint of surprise, "I actually avoided it."

Ye Yao's left hand slightly brushed the armor on his waist, looking at Yang Jisheng fearfully. If he had not had the ability to intuitively feel this near future vision, the attack just now would definitely penetrate his abdomen, and the armor on his body would not give him a sense of security at all.

"I just felt... your martial soul is a sword, right?" Yang Jisheng said slowly.

I could tell my martial soul with just one blow? Ye Yao's pupils shrank, then held the sword in both hands and smiled, "Who knows? It might be an axe, a spear, or a bow and arrow."

"All nonsense." Yang Jisheng's mouth twitched, as if he wanted to laugh. Then he looked at Ye Yao with some burning heat, "It's rare to see someone who can dodge my shot without relying on soul skills. How about it? We don't use soul skills, we only use skills to fight against each other, how about it?"

Just relying on skills, you don’t use soul skills? Uncle, you are still a soul master. Ye Yao looked at Ye Yao in surprise and said nothing.

Yang Jisheng seemed to have seen the meaning of Ye Yao's eye and smiled self-deprecatingly: "I am awesome innate, and I was injured when I was young, so I will never be able to break through the Soul Lord in this life, so I can't improve my soul power, so I can only think of ways to make my skills." Then he said helplessly: "It's a pity that soul masters now rely on soul skills, but instead disdain the skills of using the martial soul itself."

"By the way, because I encountered a defense soul master back then, my gun could not break his defense, so in a fit of anger, the three soul rings were all additional penetration power."

Ye Yao laughed silently, but he still felt respect in his heart. Even though he knew there was no way forward, he still refused to give up, but instead took a different approach. This behavior is undoubtedly worthy of his respect.

Ye Yao shook his body and removed the armor on his body. Since the armor is useless, it is better to give it up directly. Even if the soul power is not used to explode, simply removing the armor will increase its strength and speed slightly. Holding the sword in both hands, squatting down slightly, "Please give me advice."

"Oh? I won't wear your armor anymore?"

"I won't wear it anymore. Since the armor cannot block the senior's iron spear, there is no need to wear it. And..." Ye Yao said in a deep voice: "I also want to learn about senior's gun skills."

"Okay, have the courage." Yang Jisheng shouted, and then he took the initiative to rush towards Ye Yao with a gun.

Faced with Yang Jisheng's **** marksmanship, Ye Yao was struggling to support him like a small boat. In just five or six seconds, several wounds had appeared on his body.

Damn, I can't find any flaws. This gun technique is not a soul skill, but it is even more powerful. It is clearly considered a self-created soul skill. Ye Yao gritted his teeth and thought, then his head suddenly turned and a small blood thread appeared on his face.

"Don't be distracted! You will really die!" Yang Jisheng laughed.

This old bastard! Then Ye Yao didn't dare to be distracted and dealt with the elusive iron spear with all his heart.

Gradually Ye Yao entered a wonderful realm, but he instinctively kept chopping, squeezing, slashing, and holding... without any special skills, just relying on his basic swordsmanship, he gradually kept up with Yang Jisheng's rhythm.

Suddenly, Yang Jisheng's iron spear was shocked, forcing Ye Yao back, and said happily: "Okay, don't fight anymore, you won."

"Hmm?" Ye Yao was a little confused, for some reason.

Yang Jisheng said helplessly: "Your martial soul is too strong. If you continue to attack my martial soul, I can't bear it." Then he raised his hand and showed the iron spear to Ye Yao.

Looking at the dense small gaps appearing on the iron spear, Ye Yao was silent. Indeed, if he continued to hit, his martial soul would be broken, and it would be a serious injury.

Ye Yao sincerely exclaimed: "Senior has the best of his strength. I should have lost." Ye Yao knew that although he had followed the rhythm of the gun in the end, he was still unable to get close to him and was still controlled at the original distance, which means that Yang Jisheng was obviously letting go. If he had done his best, Ye Yao would have been defeated long ago.

Yang Jisheng shook his head, "It's rare to meet a junior who is keen on the appetite. If he still puts all his efforts, he will be too confused."

"Why does senior look like he has such combat power?

"Is it a waste?" Yang Jisheng smiled indifferently, "I am alone in my care, and I am unwilling to join the sect or be a subordinate of others. I have no other ability. I can only rely on the subsidies from the Spirit Hall and the income from fighting souls."

"The income from fighting soul alone should be quite large." Ye Yao was still a little confused.

'I am very strong in terms of skills alone, but how many people do you think will compete with me for skills? My 1,658 soul fights won less than half of them. After all, most soul masters still rely on soul skills." Yang Jisheng sighed, "If it weren't for the subsidy from the Spirit Hall, I might have been wandering on the streets."

"Is the Spirit Hall..." Ye Yao said softly.

"Yes, if there was no Spirit Hall, it is possible that people like us from civilian origins could become soul masters. The soul masters of the two empires would be concentrated among those sects and nobles after all."

Ye Yao was silent. In this way, the Spirit Hall seemed not as unbearable as he thought. For most soul masters, or civilian soul masters, the Spirit Hall greatly changed their destiny.

Before he knew it, Xiao Wu asked anxiously: "Brother, how are your injuries? Are you okay?"

Ye Yao came to his senses, looked down, and found that there were more than a dozen wounds on his body, and his blood had dyed his clothes red, which looked a little scary.

"It's okay, it's just skin trauma, it's stopped bleeding." Ye Yao shook his head.

Xiao Wu looked at Ye Yao's wound carefully and found that it was indeed the case and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Then Xiao Wu put her hips on her hips and said angrily: "You said you are stupid? If someone says you don't use soul skills, you really don't need it..."

Listening to Xiao Wu's obvious criticism for a while, Ye Yao asked Dai Mubai and Tang San for help with a bitter face. As a result, these two loyal guys shrugged, saying that they could not help.

Two bastards, you guys wait for me, Ye Yao gritted his teeth and thought.

Afterwards, everyone walked out of the Great Soul Fighting Arena, and Ma Hongjun and Zhu Zhuqing were already waiting here.

"You guys go back first, the dean asked me to go to his shop." Ma Hongjun smiled excitedly.

Dai Mubai also smiled strangely, "Fatty, be at ease."

"Boss Dai, are you going?"

It’s not me who said you, fat man, Zhu Zhuqing is here, you even asked Boss Dai... Ye Yao slapped his forehead and thought.

"If you don't go, don't go, go quickly." Sure enough, Dai Mubai's face changed and he glanced at Zhu Zhuqing nervously and said.

"What's wrong? You didn't say that women don't count..." A fat man still didn't notice the danger and was still talking.

After Ma Hongjun was driven away by the angry Dai Mubai, Tang San said in confusion: "Is there anything wrong with the dean looking for him so late?"

Dai Mubai said with a strange expression: "The evil fire can't be suppressed."

Xiao Wu's face turned red and she spat: "This fat man is going to harm the girl again!"

Zhu Zhuqing said, "Men are all dirty."

Xiao Wu said with a smile: "Our mistress is very clean."

"Hey, what about me?" Ye Yao was stunned. As a result, he saw Xiao Wu's disgusting gaze and instantly autistic, muttering in his mouth, "I don't even see who loves you the most in normal times", "Ha, woman".

Dai Mubai laughed: "Yes, your mistress is pure and innocent, but I taste it much better than the fat man."

It's over, in various senses, this thought flashed through Ye Yao's mind.

Sure enough, Zhu Zhu said coldly: "Do you have a better taste than him?"

Dai Mubai hurriedly said, "Zhuqing, listen to my explanation...", but was interrupted by Zhu Zhuqing, "You made me feel sick." After saying that, he turned around and left.

When did Dai Mubai receive such treatment? His face changed. He was about to take a step, but Ye Yao pressed his shoulder, "Boss Dai, enough."
Chapter completed!