"Just hit me." Zongtian's words seem to be useless common sense, and because of this simplicity, the other party will inevitably not think much about it, but fortunately, the person standing opposite at this time is silver.

"Then I'm coming." While saying this, Yinbai also waved his little fist.

Just like that, looking at Yinbai swinging his little short legs hard, Zongtian naturally just quietly waited for the other party to approach. Although that kind of attack seemed weak and weak, and even a little funny, Yinbai brought a surprise to Zongtian again. As Yinbai approached, his somewhat small figure suddenly rose into the air, and it wasn't just a somewhat astonishing leap, and then Yinbai actually crashed into the sky like a cannonball.

Such a scene is naturally unexpected, but with Yinbai's immature skills, it is already the limit to be able to create such an effect. Zongtian just stretched out his hand and casually pulled it to the side, and Yinbai fell heavily to the ground.

Seeing the small body hitting the ground, not only those onlookers felt trembling in their hearts, but the people on the field were even more chilled because of the ruthlessness of the sky. But at this time, there is obviously a person who is very excited, and that is naturally Wan Ling'er.

"Zongtian, what are you doing!" With such words, Wan Ling'er rushed directly towards Zongtian, but Yinbai stood up at this time.

"Sister Ling'er, I'm fine." Looking at Yinbai's swaying appearance, it obviously didn't look like he was fine, but even with such a smile, it still hung on his face.

"How can it be okay? Can't you just tap it? Wan Ling'er's previous sentence was naturally said to Yinbai, but in the face of the latter sentence, Zongtian didn't have much reaction.

"Didn't you say that forging a sword is hard work?"

"But......" At this time, Wan Ling'er was obviously overwhelmed by Zongtian's words, even if she wanted to say something, she couldn't help but stammer.

"Sister Ling'er, I'm fine." It's still the same sentence, but at this time, Yinbai has stabilized his body.

"Okay, come again." In the face of such a situation, Zongtian still remained indifferent, but his next sentence blocked everyone's mouths, "If you can stand this, you may become a stronger swordsmith than me." ”

Although Zongtian at this time was a little against his heart, it was like the training he had experienced. Some achievements can only be achieved through pain, but I don't know if Yang Ling, who trained himself, also has such a mood?

Although it is said that the content of the assessment is a martial arts competition, at this time, it seems that it is a scene similar to lynching. Because no matter how the young man rushed to the sky, he would only be easily put down by the other party. However, the surface naturally does not represent the whole picture of the matter, just like Zongtian said before, the reason why he did this is naturally to test their hearts. And in that kind of physical contact, Zongtian also used the technique of soul tempering, but it was completely different from when he was fighting against the Spirit King, and Zongtian was only exploring the silver soul energy at this time.

"It's okay." Just when Zongtian closed his emotions, such a voice came. The person who speaks is a soul-maker, and this spiritual communication can only be heard by the heavens.

Such a voice couldn't help but make Zongtian stunned, and the silver-white little fist happened to swing at his body at this time, but how could he, who was already exhausted, bring any harm to Zongtian.

"That's it." This seemed to be an answer to the soul, and it was also like saying it to Yinbai, and the child also fell to the ground directly after hearing such a voice.

"Yinbai, Yinbai, are you okay?" Wan Ling'er also ran over at this time, but when he faced Zongtian, the expression on her face was a little complicated, and these finally turned into a sigh.

"Next." The sound of Zongtian was like a drumstick, which shocked the hearts of those standing in the field.

Although what happened just now was definitely a blow to them, Cheng Fang still stood up at this time. Letting a child like Yinbai take the lead was originally something he regretted, and this kind of action can be regarded as making up for it somewhat.

"Come on." At this time, Zongtian's words became simpler, and Cheng Fang seemed to have really entered the role of a junior apprentice. Facing the unsmiling Zongtian, he even trembled a little at this time.

What the hell am I doing? In order to escape from that emotion, Cheng Fang actually slapped himself first, and with that kind of pain, he was indeed much more sober. But even so, when he looked at the sky again, a chilling feeling still made him a little afraid.

"Come on." It's still that word, but Zongtian's tone is a little more stern. With such words and Yinbai's previous performance, Cheng Fang was ashamed at the same time, but also rushed to Zongtian with some determination to die.

The things that followed were just like the big battle in the hall, but Cheng Fang, who was a little timid, seemed to be less powerful than before, and on the contrary, Zongtian didn't have any care at this time. Facing Cheng Fang's fist, Zongtian raised his right hand, and then slapped the fist to the side.

Although Cheng Fang was completely suppressed by Zongtian before, this action still made him stunned for a moment, of course, it was not because of the hot pain in his fist, but because Zongtian's action was really a little embarrassing.

Cheng Fang was undoubtedly much calmer at this time, and the confusion also made him raise his fist again, but when his fist was swung down, what was waiting for him was still a crisp snap.

If the first time can barely be called an accident, then this time it is obviously a little unspeakable, and Cheng Fang's eyes are also a little gloomy.

"Again." However, at this time, Zongtian was only urging because Cheng Fang stopped moving, and after hearing such words, Cheng Fang also raised his fist again.

Cheng Fang finally took out all his strength seriously, but the result of doing so only accelerated the frequency of Zongtian slapping his fists. Faced with such a situation, although Cheng Fang was a little impatient, he was not the same as in that hallway at this time. He just kept changing his fists, intending to break through the defense line of the sky.

"Smack!" It was such a crisp sound again, but the situation at this time was a little different, because this sound was the sound of Zongtian pinching Cheng Fang's fist.