I just want to touch, what bad thoughts can I have?

Chapter 120
In the eyes of outsiders, the two people's figures are intertwined, but they don't know that the two sides fighting at this time have already started a most dangerous duel related to the essence of their own existence.

Without checking for a while, Fang Qingran, who possessed the soul-snatching technique, instinctively retracted his consciousness back to the depths of his soul to defend himself.

"Am I being mentally attacked?"

When facing the Void Demon before, he had experience once, so he wasn't too flustered.

After all, the first time is raw, the second time is familiar.

The rank seven true soul that had stepped into the realm of gods started to operate, Fang Qingran frowned suddenly, and lowered his head.

In the palm of his right hand, a small figure stood vaguely.

Small and exquisite little cutie.

A little familiar.

At the same time, An Daoran, who entered Fang Qingran's mind, broke into a vast white space, and couldn't help looking around.

Looking at the limit of the eyes, it seems that there are five white jade pillars reaching up to the sky and down to the ground, exuding a faint divine power.

He didn't understand what it was, but just by looking at it, he felt that his stable soul body was no longer solid as before, and gradually became dim and illusory.

He hurriedly restrained his gaze, not daring to look around indiscriminately.

Where is this place?

With his head down, his thoughts were filled with doubts.

After Soul Seizing is activated, shouldn't it appear directly in front of the opponent's true soul?

Where is the real soul of this kid?

The disoriented old man scratched his head, confused.

"Could it be that this is his true soul space?"

An Daoran secretly speculated, guessing this, not only did he not feel at ease, but became more panicked:
"How can this kid's true soul space be so large?

It's as if there is no margin, it's outrageous! "

He didn't want to believe this fact, but he knew very well that the soul-snatching technique was launched quite successfully, without any mistakes.

And slow!

He suddenly realized a blind spot!

The larger and more stable the true soul space, doesn't that mean the stronger the opponent's true soul is?

Is there a possibility...

Logically speaking, the soul body should not have such an operation of sweating, but now An Daoran feels that his head is covered with cold sweat, as if he was soaked in a torrential rain just now.

"This deity...my luck...shouldn't be like this...?"

Self-comforting dry laughter, he found that there were large shadows scattered around him, and the light was completely covered, so he couldn't help but raise his face.

His eyes froze for a moment, and then, the soul body of the image of the old man began to disintegrate involuntarily and unstoppably.

An Daoran knew the reason, but compared to the eternal silence of the soul and body, what made him more concerned and horrified was that what he knew before he died was enough to shock the discovery of the entire human race.

"You... you... are a god!"

Why did a stalwart deity who had ascended to the throne be reincarnated as a human?
What exactly is he going to do, what is his plan... Almost every moment, a series of new questions pop up from the depths of his soul, and he hopes to get answers before he dies.

However, the stalwart god didn't respond, and he didn't even cast a ray of eyes.

From beginning to end.

Without leaving a last word, An Daoran's soul body collapsed and returned to the ruins without a sound.

"Why did the little one in my palm disappear?"

Fang Qingran was stunned.

He hasn't done anything yet!

"In the soul, there seems to be no danger anymore, so I saved the danger like this?"

Soul Mind scanned his whole body to confirm that there was no danger, and his consciousness returned to reality.

Instinctively turning sideways, Fang Qingran got out of the way and threw himself forward, having lost his breath, leaving only an old and empty shell.

The old man who intended to capture his Wanxiang Sword Soul was completely dead, and even if the gods were alive, it would be impossible to save him.

It was also the moment when the old man fell to the ground, Ji Huaixing picked up the long sword of the person beside him, and stood up to kill, with the sword intent!

"Profound Truth Starfall..."

When he came close, he sensed that the old man had no breath of life, and he could not die any more. He slammed on the brakes, and the violent blooming momentum slowly returned to his body.

"...?"

His eyes fell on the young man in front of him, and he inexplicably felt a sense of unreality.

This young man named Fang Qingran is much better than he imagined!
He never thought that the other party would kill this villain who disturbed the sword mound with his own strength.

Not long ago, the highest expectation was that he could delay for a while to buy time for his recovery.

He has created his own unique sword soul with his own hands. This kind of talent, coupled with his strength far surpassing that of ordinary students, is so powerful that he, who is the eighth seat of Tianshu Ten Heroes, can't help but look at him...

"It seems that I can make my own judgment."

He suddenly said something that didn't make sense.

A question mark popped up in Fang Qingran's mind.

"When the trial of the sword mound is over, you don't have to leave in a hurry."

Ji Huaixing thought for a while.

"I really don't intend to leave?"

Fang Qingran became more and more confused about what the guy in front of him wanted to express.

How could he leave like this before he got the treasure for tempering the sword bone!

Seeing the slightly weird expression on the young man's face, Ji Huaixing's thoughts changed, and he knew he had said something nonsense, so he couldn't help but laugh.

That's right, his younger brother, who is nothing but a sword soul, has the confidence to participate in the next sword competition, so how could the boy in front of him not come to participate.

If he can win the lottery set by those seniors for the sword competition, he will definitely be able to greatly speed up the progress of the most time-consuming and patient level of the sword soul tempering bone, and will be far behind other sword cultivators of the same age from the starting line.

It will be much easier to lead by one step, and then lead by the second step. One step is faster, and each step is faster, it is by no means a lie.

"So what if my father was the leader of an evil organization that was once the top three most wanted list?
If it’s just because of this, he’s turned away…”

Ji Huaixing took a deep look at the young man in front of him, he was willing to believe that the other party would one day prove that he and his father, who was thinking of summoning evil gods to destroy the world all day long, were definitely not the same people.

"My name is Ji Huaixing, and when I enter Tianshu Academy, you can come to me anytime you encounter difficulties, whether it's about kendo or anything else.

If necessary, there is no problem in reporting my name. "

Staring at Xiang Fang Qingran seriously, his faint tone revealed undisguised confidence:

"In Tianshu Academy, there are things that I can't solve, but not many."

Fang Qingran had no reason not to accept Ji Huaixing's kindness.

After some exchanges, he found that the eighth member of the Tianshu Shiying was not as difficult to approach as his younger brother Ji Huai'an said.

is a good man!

The kind with a cold face, a hot heart, and a warm rectum!

While rescuing other sword cultivators who were wounded by An Daoran, Ji Huaixing thought for a while, and said carefully:

"Since you plan to participate in this sword competition, there are some aspects that need to be paid attention to. Let me talk to you in advance."

(End of this chapter)