~： Four hundred and eighteen. Some people are alive and live like animals, and some are alive...

(Two more)

"Hello, who do you say is your wife?"

Ning Rongrong had a pretty face, and her beautiful eyes glared at the dark-haired teenager who was coming. She didn't want Yang Ming to misunderstand her because of the other's three words.

But obviously, this young man ignored Ning Rongrong's eye warning, and Shi Shiran came to Yang Ming two meters in front of him, looked up and down at Yang Ming for a moment, and shook his head:

"Just like your little white face, I can capture my wife's heart, boy, which green onion are you?"

Yang Ming's eyes narrowed, and everyone who knew him knew that Yang Ming was in a state of extreme anger.

Due to the disputes and conflicts here, a lot of Soul Masters are attracted to watch the lively. After all, the crowd’s nature is gathered. Yang Ming’s sharp discovery shows that there are still many contestants from the Tiandou Empire. They are preparing to take a look. Play a good show.

If it is changed to normal, it is impossible to say that Yang Ming will start to clean up the dark-haired boy in front of him.

However, at the moment, Wuhun Palace, the old nest of Wuhun Palace, if he hits people on the street, he will only drop the handle to Wuhun Palace. Wuhun Palace may be stealing music. They are still worried that there is no excuse to deal with it in the city. Yang Ming, when the time comes, can dispatch the Soul Division team to take Yang Ming away.

Therefore, Yang Ming is actually very skeptical that the young man wearing Wuhundian costume in front of him deliberately said such things, was he deliberately angry with him to set him down.

After taking a deep breath, after calming down his murderous intention, Yang Ming said lightly:

"Before asking someone who has the last name, shouldn't you introduce yourself first? It seems that your tutors are all taught by pigs and dogs, so they are not so educated."

Listening to Yang Ming's polite but proper satire, a crowd of suppressed laughter sounded from the surrounding crowd.

The black-haired boy had a dark complexion, a few green tendons burst on his forehead, and a pair of eyes were like bruised beasts, staring at Yang Ming with tyrannical eyes. If it were not for fear, once opened, Yang Ming with Ning Rongrong's assistance could hang him , I can't say that this teenager will start.

Although his language is vulgar, it does not mean that he is stupid.

The dark-haired teenager's thought flashed and he said:

"My name is Caesar, this name will be your nightmare!"

Caesar's nostrils turned upside down, his hands clasped his chest, and the virtue of a boss and my second son.

Of course, he naturally has his own arrogant capital.

Seeing that there was a trace of murderous intention between Yang Ming's eyebrows, the master secretly pulled Yang Ming's sleeve behind him and whispered in a low voice:

"Yang Ming, be careful, this kid is very evil. His martial spirit is a soul ring, which can restrict the martial spirit, soul power and soul skills of others. I used to be careless and was mistreated by him."

Hearing the words, Yang Ming felt awkward.

On the Douluo continent, martial spirit, soul power, and soul skills are the proof of determining whether a soul master is strong, and the three are indispensable.

Even for Yang Ming, nearly half of his abilities are related to soul power. Once he is restricted by the opponent, his strength will be damaged by half.

Of course, Yang Ming also has some abilities, such as the ability to write chakra eyes and the relentless charge, which is linked to Yang Ming's physical strength, so that it will not be as miserable as the lamb to be slaughtered after being restricted like other soul masters.

Just as Yang Ming secretly thought, this young boy named Caesar actually soaked Ning Rongrong in his face.

"Ning Rongrong, you are my dream goddess, how about it, do you want to be my girlfriend?"

"What, did you actually reject me? Do you know who you rejected, I am a disciple of the Pope, the future star of Wuhundian, but in the future, a big man in charge of Wuhundian, why should you refuse me?"

"Ning Rongrong, what's so good about this little white face, is he handsome enough to eat for dinner, do you still follow me?"

Caesar revolved around Ning Rongrong and continued to show diligence.

He is not very old, probably only 13 or 14 years old. At this age, he has already stepped into the realm of Soul King half a step, but it is a very talented genius, only a little worse than Yang Ming.

Moreover, his teacher is still Pope Bibidong of Wuhun Temple!

This really surprised Yang Ming. He can't remember that Pope Bibidong had such a disciple in the original book.

Seeing the other party ignoring him directly, Ning Rongrong would not tolerate even a man with a good attitude. Yang Ming suddenly looked down, protruding his right hand, forming five fingers into claws, and prodded towards Caesar sharply, trying to catch him .

But who knows, Caesar seems to have a raw eye behind him, waiting for Yang Ming's claws to come close, his body slippery like a loach, he actually hides in a flash to the side.

It seems that Caesar is not only as simple as his ability is strange. He worshipped under the Pope's door. He wanted to go through **** training. Otherwise, he would not be able to escape Yang Ming's palm by changing to another Soul Master.

Caesar raised his head, his nostrils faced Yang Ming.

From Yang Ming's clothing, he has discovered that Yang Ming is a member of Shrek Academy's competition. He sneered and arrogantly said:

"Boy, I advise you to leave Ning Rongrong quickly. She is not a man like you who can be touched. Only a man like me who has no lack of status can marry Ning Rongrong. If you are interested, I will give you three days. Time to roll for me, how far to roll for me, otherwise when you are on the field, see me not packing you up!"

Ning Rongrong's eyes were almost angry, she had seen shameless, but she had never seen such a shameless person like Caesar.

"Done talking?"

Yang Ming took a rest, patted the dust that was barely on his body, and fingered Caesar, saying:

"When finished, you can leave me."

"What?" Caesar, like a cat stepped on its tail, almost jumped and jumped angrily, "What kind of tone do you dare to talk to me like this?"

Yang Ming glanced at him sideways.

It seems that this teenager should have been in Wuhun City all the year round self-confessed that he is a Pope disciple, he is usually used to be a prestige and a blessing. Once others do not follow his wishes, they will be very angry.

"For people like you, I will give you only one sentence." Yang Ming raised a **** and said: "Some people live, live like animals, and some people live, not as good as they live." Beasts."

This sentence, secretly and curse Caesar.

Even Ning Rongrong couldn't help but laugh with a crowd of melon-eating people.

Caesar's face was like a red date, and his lungs were about to explode with anger, and his fingers tremblingly pointed at Yang Ming, saying:

"Boy, I'm going to fight you with life and death, dare you!"

Yang Ming raised his eyebrows, and the other party's sentence was in full swing.

Just as Yang Ming was about to agree, a crisp sound of footsteps moved from far to near. A beautiful figure appeared behind Caesar, grabbing Caesar's ear inexplicably, and shouted in his ear:

"Caesar, you are disobedient and come out to play again, are you itchy?"