"Twenty-seven minutes late."

Yamamoto Motoyanagisai's face was expressionless, and wisps of scorching breath rose around him.

While distorting the spirit child in the air, it also made several captains subconsciously move away from him again.

As the existence of the number one force value at the moment.

Even if Yamamoto Motoyanagi Shigekuni only released a little high temperature, it was enough to make ordinary captains stay away.

The slightly narrowed eyes slowly opened, and the bright fire flashed in the pupils.

The old and majestic voice echoed in the dojo:

"The old man needs a reasonable explanation."

In the face of the oppression of momentum, Su Feng still maintained a gentle smile.

To a certain extent, at this time, he is somewhat similar to the new captain of the fifth team, Aizen Yusuke.

"Practice."

Su Feng responded with an attitude that was neither humble nor arrogant, "The practice of self-discipline is the only way to become stronger. ”

"After all, a weak captain is not what the Corpse Soul Realm wants to see."

"That's reasonable, isn't it?"

The words fell, and there was still silence in the dojo.

Different eyes look at the wind from different angles, and most of them are mainly admiration.

Dare to say the existence of his own theories when the captain is about to break out.

It was enough to make them feel admiration.

Before the battle of this assessment began, he already regarded himself as the captain.

You kid, you're really brave enough!

Sure enough.

As soon as these words came out, Yamamoto Motoyanagisai's old face darkened a little.

Even with the face of Dongxian not far away, he couldn't see where to go.

It's just that because this guy is a black charcoal, he can't see the color of his expression.

This reason.

Let the Yamamoto Motoyanagisai who is about to have a seizure be stagnant.

Anyone with a normal mind.

will not be in this case, bluntly provocative.

But obviously.

This third officer of the Jiuban team is very abnormal.

Just from the rumors of the Lingting Court, you can get a glimpse or two.

What kind of death calls the act of 100 push-ups and 10 kilometers a day a practice practice?

At this level, even a rebirth in the Spirit Academy can easily do it!

"Barely reasonable."

Yamamoto Motoyanagisai's momentum retracted, and the old man's voice echoed above the dojo.

"But practice also needs to be on a case-by-case basis."

"This time, the old man won't worry much about you, let's get ready to start the assessment battle!"

When he found that he could not achieve the goal of suppressing Su Feng, he turned everyone's attention back to today's topic.

The Battle of the Assessment!

A battle to decide the position of captain of the Kuban team!

In the event that the captain, vice-captain, fourth, sixth, and seventh officers are all wiped out.

Only Tsunaya Sufeng and Dongxian are left to be qualified to compete.

"Five seats of the East Immortals."

Su Feng's gaze fell on Dongxian Yao not far away, and smiled gently, "Are you ready?" ”

In the face of the provocation, Dongxian wanted to be silent, and just put his right hand on the scabbard on the left side.

In the all-white pupils, there is no change in emotion.

Everything about him is hidden under a bone-like mask.

"Quite an overbearing momentum."

Jingle Chunshui helped his hat, and his lazy gaze wandered between the two.

"In that case, let's get started."

The moment the words fell.

Two majestic spiritual pressures burst out in an instant, forming a substantial pillar of light, which surged above the dojo.

Under the impact of this spiritual pressure, the stone slab under his feet made an overwhelming sound, showing a cobweb-like crack.

The wind roared, stirring the wind and sweeping through the dojo.

The onlookers, both the captain and the sergeant, all showed shocked expressions.

In fact, some of the other team officials were even more dumbfounded, looking like they couldn't believe the reality.

Everyone is clearly a seat official, why are you two secretly making up classes behind your back?

is so good, and suddenly bursts out with such a degree of spiritual pressure, how can we continue to fish?

The officials at the table glanced at each other, and they all saw the depressed look on each other's faces.

However, the captains of the audience, looking at the huge spiritual pressure like a pillar of light with admiring eyes, couldn't help but be amazed.

"The spiritual pressure of the two table officers has actually reached the captain level."

"It seems that whoever wins, is qualified to serve as the captain of the Jiuban team."

"It's only been three years since the three seats of the wind were joined by the Jiufan team, and they really deserve the name of genius."

Spiritual pressure of substance.

Confronted each other on the dojo.

Faintly, a scorching pillar of light was formed, tearing through the surrounding air.

The soldiers watching the battle from a distance had an indescribable feeling of suffocation under this, as if they were choked by the throat.

In the face of Dongxian, Su Feng was not careless.

Self-discipline has been a long time, and at this time, he also needs a qualified opponent to weigh his combat power level at this time.

Dongxian is undoubtedly very suitable.

"Please be careful."

Dongxian should uphold the principle of competition, and do not forget to remind him before the battle.

A bright light flickered to its left, and it came out of its sheath with a clear sound and went straight to the wind.

Its momentum was so fast that it swept through the entire dojo in an instant, like a howling wind!

While!

The sound of gold and iron staggered vibrated and echoed.

Under the bone mask, a hint of surprise appeared on Dongxian's calm face.

The majestic power coming from the slashing knife was not at all like what a normal god of death should have.

And it's still increasing, as if there is no upper limit!

The corners of Su Feng's mouth were slightly raised, and his confident temperament was swaying on his body, adding a bit of charm to it.

His strength is not limited to the spiritual pressure level.

While completing the task of self-discipline, it will occasionally improve the essence of the soul.

Not much, though.

But over time, the already resilient soul became stronger.

This also made Su Feng under the same spiritual pressure, and he could hardly find an opponent who could fight him.

"This level of power ......"

"It's not enough to be the captain of the Kuban team."

There was a thunderbolt in the pupils of the wind.

"Five seats of the East Immortals."

Rumble!

The vast power exploded, and Dongxian wanted the whole person to fly out upside down in an instant.

He immediately sank his blade under the ground with his backhand, and plowed straight into a deep ravine.

"Is it completely crushed in terms of strength?"

Dong Xian stood up with a muttering voice, his right hand holding the sword high, standing in front of him, and a strong spiritual pressure fluctuation bloomed around his body.

In Su Feng's field of vision, the person in front of him seemed to have suddenly been erased from all colors, leaving only a pale black and white.

At this moment, the world fell silent.

The sound of insects echoing across the dojo.

Dongxian was about to raise the blade in his hand, and the spirit pressure vibrated on it, and the humming sound of insects was mixed with muffled words of declaration of war.

"Tweet, Worm Clearing!"