Chapter 151 150. If you don’t accept my toast, I’ll drink the wine for you!
“How dare you!” The suppressed Soul Temple high-ranking official was almost mad with rage. He was suppressed by a look from a little girl’s natal summoned beast. Even though the little girl’s grandmother was the deputy master of the Soul Temple, and even though the little girl’s grandfather was the master of the Soul Temple, that was not a reason for him to not even stand up: “Chen Ying’er, can’t you even control your natal summoned beast?”

As he spoke, a huge blood-red vertical pupil appeared behind the Soul Temple's high-ranking official, using the pressure of an eighth-level magical beast to counter Ye Qingcang's murderous pressure, allowing the Soul Temple's high-ranking official to regain his ability to move and not continue to be embarrassed.

Then, right in front of the blood-red vertical pupil, red spots of light slowly gathered together, but were temporarily stopped in the next second.

“Don’t do it…” The high-ranking official of the Soul Temple gritted his teeth and appeased his own summoned beast, his eyes twitching slightly. If it were any other time, he would have definitely killed the humanoid summoned beast that claimed to be Ye Qingcang, but considering that Ye Qingcang was Chen Ying’er’s summoned beast, he could only swallow this loss: “In this match, we of the Soul Temple admit defeat; Chen Ying’er, bring your summoned beast and follow me to see your grandmother!”

"Why?" Although Chen Ying'er didn't have the temper of a young lady, she wasn't a soft persimmon who would obey orders. The existence of her natal summoned beast was very special. It was the closest companion of a summoner's life. She wouldn't be so stupid as to criticize her natal summoned beast for the sake of outsiders. "Hey, your name is Ye Qingcang, right? You don't have to listen to him. Even if you can cancel the soul contract between us, that's a matter for later. For now, help me defeat Sister Yuanyuan first, and leave the rest to me!"

“I like working with cheerful people.”

"That's it."

"You want to win, right?"

Ye Qingcang snapped his fingers and confirmed again.

"That's right, I want to win!" Chen Ying'er nodded and retracted her gaze. She didn't care about other people's reactions, but focused her attention on Wang Yuanyuan who was carrying a large shield: "Can you beat Sister Yuanyuan?"

“This shouldn’t be a question…” Ye Qingcang put one hand in his pocket, calmly. The golden barrier and rock pillars that Wang Yuanyuan had smashed for a long time but were not damaged slowly sank into the ground, causing Wang Yuanyuan to retreat cautiously and keep a distance: “It should be a statement!”

“Stop talking nonsense!” Wang Yuanyuan’s eyes were filled with anger, but more than anger was calmness: “In a battle, no one is sure of winning. Being strong does not mean you will definitely win…”

"I don't deny what you said."

"But just like you might choke to death while eating, or choke to death while drinking water, you might still die of a sudden heart attack even if you do nothing."

“One percent is a probability.”

"A one in ten thousand probability is still a probability."

"A probability of one in a billion is still a probability."

"But do you think that the difference in strength between you and me will give you a high chance of defeating me, and will I give you this opportunity?"

No one saw clearly when Ye Qingcang walked in front of Wang Yuanyuan!
It was as if no one saw clearly how Ye Qingcang strangled Wang Yuanyuan's neck!
Even Wang Yuanyuan herself didn't react.

The last second of consciousness was when I was being stubborn.

The next second I regained consciousness, I was already having difficulty breathing.

The giant shield in his hand weighs a thousand pounds.

Consciousness gradually faded until he fell into a coma.

"It's a pity that you didn't seize the tiny chance of defeating me." After taking a look at the countdown on the screen, Ye Qingcang loosened his hand and let Wang Yuanyuan collapse on the cold metal arena. "Referee, are you still unsure of the final result?"

"Ah?" The referee, who was slow to react, did not react until now. Wiping his sweat, he went on stage to check Wang Yuanyuan's condition. Then, he announced: "Warrior Wang Yuanyuan has lost his ability to fight. Summoner Chen Ying'er wins this match!"

There was silence in the Warrior Trial Field.

The battle started off well but ended badly, with many twists and turns.

In the early stage, it was fine. Chen Ying'er and Wang Yuanyuan fought a few real moves. Whether it was Chen Ying'er's body skills or Wang Yuanyuan's speed and strength, especially the postures of the two girls when dodging and moving, they all opened the eyes of Long Haochen and others in the audience. In the middle stage, although the momentum declined slightly, Ye Qingcang, an unprecedented humanoid summoned beast, and also his natal summoned beast, was summoned. Wang Yuanyuan held the Giant Spirit Shield for a long time and couldn't attack it. The clanging sound was not boring. But in the later stage, Wang Yuanyuan was killed instantly by Ye Qingcang's throat lock. Wang Yuanyuan didn't see it clearly, and the audience didn't see it clearly either. So, there was a feeling of a tiger's head but a snake's tail, especially the conflict between Ye Qingcang and the high-level officials of the Soul Temple. The eighth-level monsters were all summoned, but for some reason, they suddenly stopped, which made people scratch their heads and feel uncomfortable.

"Okay, the little trouble has been solved. Next, it's time to solve the little trouble..." Ye Qingcang nodded to the pink heart-shaped complex pattern floating on his forehead. Before he could do anything, his pure black eyes gradually turned cold. He looked at the crystal ball in the hands of the Soul Temple's high-level officials and raised his eyebrows unexpectedly: "It seems that some people don't want me to cancel the contract smoothly."

"The natal summoned beast is of great significance to a summoner..." The high-ranking officials of the Soul Temple played with the crystal ball used for communication, using both soft and hard tactics: "We in the Soul Temple will not let you do anything about the natal contract because of your personal opinion, nor will we let Chen Ying'er, the God-favored One of the Soul Temple, take such a risk because of your words. So, I have to stop you. If you insist on doing so..."

As he spoke, he held up the crystal ball.

This is an attitude.

Also a warning.

"I haven't sent a message yet..." The high-ranking official of the Soul Temple had a firm look in his eyes. Ye Qingcang was Chen Ying'er's natal summoned beast, so he could tolerate Ye Qingcang's rebellion and Ye Qingcang's threats, but he couldn't tolerate Ye Qingcang's termination of the natal contract, because even if there was only a possibility of hurting Chen Ying'er, he could not bear the consequences: "But the message has been written. As soon as I think about it, the news will be known to the deputy hall master of our Soul Temple. The deputy hall master is a ninth-level summoner. I hope you will think twice!"

Ye Qingcang sighed, too lazy to argue with this short-sighted person.

Turning back, he looked at the silent Chen Ying'er and asked, "Do you agree with his point of view?"

Chen Ying'er touched the handle of the small umbrella.

It seemed that this action could give her courage.

He raised his head hesitantly and looked at Ye Qingcang.

I opened my mouth, but found that I didn't know what to say. After a moment of blankness, I squeezed out a dry sentence with difficulty: "Actually, grandma is a very good person. I want to take you to meet her..."

"Why not put it bluntly... You don't agree to cancel this life contract!" Ye Qingcang didn't like roundabout answers, so he pointed his sword at the core and put the dragon nine sons bracelet he usually played with back on his wrist, and slowly moved his hands and feet: "A well-educated person will always respect the choices of others, even if they are enemies... So, I respect your choice, but I also want you to respect my opinion!"

Qiu Yonghao, who was the master of the Warrior Temple at the time, stood up.

As the person with the highest status and power among the senior officials of the six holy temples present, he is qualified to respond to this matter on behalf of the others.

Unfortunately, Ye Qingcang didn't like to listen to those self-righteous nonsense: "I know that the God-favored ones you are talking about refer to geniuses with innate inner spiritual power of more than 90. Converted to our side, it means innate soul power of more than 90. You don't want me to cancel the life contract because you are afraid that this way of canceling the life contract will hurt this genius, because you are just a group of frogs in the well. In your cognition, it is impossible to cancel the life contract. Even if it is possible, it will definitely cost an unknown price. Moreover, even if I promise, you will not believe me, because your thoughts and understandings have been fixed. In this case, no matter what I say, you will not listen. Even if I want to solve this problem in a peaceful way, even if I am willing to fight for this peace with a humble attitude, for you who claim to be strong, you will still not give in... In the final analysis, it is too unrealistic to want to achieve peace through mutual understanding between people. Please forgive my kindness for giving you the opportunity to take advantage of me!"

The primordial spirit manifests, dragons roar and phoenix sings!
The four symbols appear and the eight trigrams rotate!
After three sublimations, he is comparable to the Super Douluo at level ninety-eight. Although the fourth sublimation is not perfect, he is not inferior to the Ultimate Douluo at level ninety-nine, and is even vaguely above the limit!
"You may be summoned now."

"Pass it on to the deputy master of the Soul Temple."

"There are others."

"Those who do not want to be my enemy and do not want to die can leave now." "One minute."

"I'll give you a minute."

"In one minute, everyone who remains here will have to bear my wrath as the price for some of you taking advantage of me."

Ye Qingcang stood there with his bare hands.

The tone became calmer.

Ignoring the laughter of the high-ranking officials of the six holy temples.

He also ignored the contempt from the audience.

After sixty seconds, my heart skipped a beat.

He opened his eyes, exhaled slowly, looked at Long Haochen and the others who hadn't moved, and shook his head regretfully: "If that's the case, then you can't blame me... Try your best to survive, that's all I can say."

“Little guy, you are so arrogant even though you are still young.” Qiu Yonghao pointed at himself and laughed, “I am a Level 9, Level 2 Light Sword God of War, but I don’t dare to say that. You think too highly of yourself!”

“Your system is different from our system.”

"One point of your spiritual power is equivalent to about one year of cultivation of a soul beast. The threshold for the ninth level is 100,000 points of spiritual power, which is equivalent to a soul beast of 100,000 years."

"Level 9, Level 2?"

"About 200,000 spiritual powers."

"Equivalent to a soul beast of 200,000 years."

"It's comparable to a level 95 Super Douluo."

Qiu Yonghao's pupils contracted instantly, and a powerful force pressed down on his head, smashing him hard to the ground. He even went through the platform and fell onto the metal ring that was covered with cracks. At the moment when the rolling flesh and blood transmitted the pain signal to the nerve center, he had already fainted!

The last moment of consciousness and memory was a sentence that had not yet been finished: "And a level 95 Super Douluo is in front of me..."

Fortunately, someone heard the second half of the sentence for him!

In the warrior trial field that turned into ruins in the blink of an eye!
On a scrap metal ring!
Beside the shivering Chen Ying'er!
Amidst everyone’s stiff smiles and gazes!
Ye Qingcang let go of his hand expressionlessly. The leader of the Warrior Temple, the ninth-level lightsaber god of war, Qiu Yonghao, was stuck headfirst on the cracked metal arena. It was unknown whether he was dead or alive. Only Ye Qingcang's voice calmed the layers of sound barriers. In an instant, one could hear a pin drop: "Not even as good as an ant!"

Layers of air waves slowly spread out.

From the beginning to the end, no one could see clearly how Qiu Yonghao was defeated, just as no one could see clearly the trajectory of Ye Qingcang's movements and actions.

It's like skipping frames.

They are still stuck in the previous frame.

And reality has moved on to the next frame.

Behind the extremely fragmented painting style is the speed of action that exceeds the speed limit of all human visual capture. The formula of speed = strength is correct, and it only requires one prerequisite: strong physical fitness.

If your physical fitness is not strong enough, your body will be vaporized.

But as long as one has strong enough physical fitness, combined with explosive power and relevant skills, beating up Qiu Yonghao, a ninth-level second-level lightsaber war god who is comparable to a Super Douluo, is just an easy thing.

Walking + holding down someone's head + returning to the original position = Qiu Yonghao loses.

It's that simple.

At most, his walking speed was a little faster, at more than 5,300 meters per second.

At best, other people’s heads won’t move, allowing you to grab them and take them back.

At most, I bumped into something on the way back and accidentally bleed a little.

There are no tricks and no tricks are needed.

There are no moves, and no moves are needed.

Even if you have ten thousand skills, what can you do?

One punch and one palm, can you react?
"People are just mean!" Ye Qingcang muttered to himself, just like he did before he started, speaking slowly and leisurely, like a dangerous and charming villain, and pinched Chen Ying'er's cheek elegantly: "When I stepped on a ninth-level second-level lightsaber war god, those opinions disappeared silently... If you don't accept the toast, you will drink the penalty wine. What's the point?"

Is that gone?
I was so scared by you that I dared not say a word!
Chen Ying'er trembled, enduring Ye Qingcang's weak kneading.

Her grandmother was only a ninth-rank summoner.

Her grandfather is still a ninth-level summoner.

The ninth-level warrior who was best at close combat was killed in seconds. Even if her grandmother and grandfather came together, could they definitely rescue her?
“Or does anyone have any objections?” Ye Qingcang put down his hand and let go of Chen Ying’er’s little face with two finger marks. Layers of air waves spread out under his feet and in front of him. In the eyes of Chen Ying’er and everyone else, Ye Qingcang did not move, but there was suddenly a half-dead high-level Soul Temple under his feet. But in Ye Qingcang’s eyes, just now, within a thousandth of a second, he just ran back and forth and brought back the high-level Soul Temple, who looked like the master of a branch temple. The speed was so fast that even the middle-aged summoner’s natal summoned beast did not react: “Don’t worry, I’m not a bloodthirsty person, it’s just that there are always some self-righteous people who measure me with their shallow thoughts and cognition... You don’t really think that my speed is slower than your fleeting thoughts, right?”

The sound of Chen Ying'er swallowing her saliva was particularly harsh in the warrior trial field.

In the quiet warrior trial field.

No one dared to move, no one dared to speak.

It was like Ye Qingcang’s solo stage, announcing his arrival to the world.

(End of this chapter)