Sure enough, after some verbal arguments, Chao Tianxiang and Zao Wou-Ki reached an agreement that their own level 30 soul masters would fight, and whoever won would be the one who would belong to the phoenix-tailed cockscomb snake.

However, to Qian Linjue's surprise, this time, it was not Tang San who was fighting, but Zi Jin, who had a ten-fist sword martial spirit.

Zi Jin, who was dragging her hair in a double ponytail, walked past Qian Linjue, turned her head to look at him with the corners of her mouth raised, and then walked in front of Meng Yi.

Originally, Tang San took the initiative to ask for battle, but Zi Jin was unwilling, she lost the martial soul when she fought against Zhuge Yuanqian last night, which made her feel very embarrassed.

With the purpose of saving face and showing her strength in front of Qian Linjue, she took the initiative to ask for a fair fight with Meng Yi.

Tang San was not a particularly competitive person, and when Zi Jin said this, he retreated.

Standing in front of Meng Yi, Zi Jin was thinking about Qian Linjue in her heart.

Hmph, wait a minute, see if this girl shows her strength, and see if you still obediently bow down under my pomegranate skirt.

Zi Jin snorted in her heart, palmed her hand, and released her martial spirit.

As the so-called to attract a person, not only in terms of appearance, but also on the inside, what Zi Jin thinks in her heart is to use her own strength to attract Qian Linjue, after all, a strong and cute girl, who doesn't like it?

As the soul power was released, the red light in Zi Jin's palm was swallowed, and a seventy-five-centimeter-long sword hilt appeared in front of her, and two bright yellow soul rings hung quietly on the hilt.

Zi Jin stretched out her hands, her little finger and ring finger held tightly, her thumb and index finger pinched gently, and her middle finger rested on the handle.

She took a step back with one foot and pulled her arm back, making a gesture of drawing her knife out of its sheath.

A strange scene appeared, as Zi Jin drew the knife back, there was a friction sound of a long knife coming out of the sheath in the air, and the white blade appeared in front of everyone little by little.

At the end, there was a "bang-" sound in the air, and the full picture of the Ten Fists Sword Martial Spirit was finally revealed.

This is a rather long big sword, the blade is one and a half meters long, with a certain arc of bending, and there is a cold edge flashing on it.

The handle of the knife was seventy-five centimeters long, and it was surrounded by two bright yellow soul rings of Zi Jin.

The whole big knife is more than two meters long, and it is held in the hand by Zi Jin, who is a little more than one meter long, giving people a strong sense of visual impact.

(Note: In Japanese-style weapons, swords and swords are actually the same kind of weapons, and according to different lengths and shapes, they can be divided into taiji, dagsha, rib difference, short knife, etc.)

Zi Jin straightened his upper body, took a step forward with one foot, his arms slightly bent and the knife in both hands, the tip of the knife was slightly higher than his height, and he aimed at Meng Yi on the opposite side.

"Zi Jin, Level 30 Powerful Attack System Martial Soul Battle Soul Master, Martial Soul Ten Fist Sword."

Opposite Zi Jin, Meng was still preparing to respond coldly, when he suddenly found that the situation was a little wrong.

On the right hand, the snake staff trembled slightly, and there was a feeling of fear as if it was alive.

What's going on? The snake staff is afraid, is it the reason for the little girl opposite?

Meng still looked at Zi Jin in disbelief, only to see that there seemed to be a faint trace of red murderous aura on the ten-fist sword, as if it was about to split the air.

It's just a martial spirit, not a bird of prey eagle, why?

Meng still didn't understand.

She frowned, as if she wanted to see through Zi Jin and the Ten Fist Sword, but she couldn't see anything after staring at it for a while.