Sun Shengli thought that the elder's face was so ugly, and he felt some joy in his heart.

I don't know why, watching this kind of child of the family being slapped in the face in front of his elders, Sun Shengli feels so cool, it's so cool.

That feeling can't be described in words, anyway, it makes people feel very comfortable, especially cool and crooked.

Especially let Sun Shengli know that Yin Feipeng was the son of the elder, and then Sun Shengli felt even more happy.

After all, the son born of such an old man is so young, Sun Shengli thinks that the elder may be the old cow eats grass.

Then I couldn't help but have some envy in my heart, if I was like that elder, in this old age, I could still find a cultivation partner and give birth to a young child, then hum.

You know..

So when Yin Feipeng couldn't breathe when he pressed the other side, Sun Shengli felt so happy in his heart.

It's even more refreshing than eating hopping candy.

At this moment, Yin Feipeng's knife has been beaten to a ding, I just want to know that if this knife is replaced by an ordinary knife, it will be broken now, and it is a treasure weapon, otherwise it really can't withstand such a fierce attack by the monk on the opposite side.

And the monk who used the spear on the opposite side did not give some of the elders any face, and still stabbed like a bamboo.

Relying on his own cultivation, he suppressed Yin Feipeng, because he didn't give the elder face at all.

You don't even know why he has so much earthiness, but Sun Shengli knows that this person must be a fierce man.

Don't you see that the head of his gun is already starting to turn red? This is due to the high temperature generated by the multiple collisions together, and the head of the gun has already caught fire.

After all, this is Newton's law in the cultivation realm, and it cannot be practiced here.

The monk who used the spear didn't know how many hits Sun Shengli had made, and he roughly estimated it, and it was only about 5 minutes that he swung a few thousand times.

(System: You can wave it thousands of times when you listen to it, is this what people say?)

The monk who wielded the spear was not only fierce at the other party, but also fierce at himself, and was already catching up with himself.

After all, Sun Shengli saw that the mana in that man's hand was still condensing on his arm.

You must know what a courage it is to use this high-speed force to pierce the opponent!

If it's a person like Sun Shengli, forget it, but this person looks like an ordinary monk, not like the kind of person who has those xx.

Didn't you see that Yin Feipeng on the other side was about to vomit blood? Sun Shengli looked at Yin Feipeng, whose face was getting whiter and paler, and couldn't help but be happy in his heart.

As long as that spear monk continues like this, then Yin Feipeng will definitely lose, and Sun Shengli will be happy in his heart, although he will not solve him by himself, but Sun Shengli will still feel happy.

After all, Sun Shengli is such a person, and happiness is always so unpretentious and boring.

The spear in the man's hand had already shot out of the phantom, and even the speed of the wind was getting heavier and heavier, covering the body of the spear, constantly bombarding Yin Feipeng.

Yin Feipeng had already used the mana of his whole body to maintain the frontal water shield, he didn't even dare to take the treasure knife away, for fear of stabbing him to death with a shot, he gritted his teeth tightly, and did not dare to relax in the slightest, the green tendons on his face were already exposed, and his face was flushed, and it seemed that he was about to be unable to resist.

Sun Shengli's eyes became more and more joyful, and his heart became more and more happy, after all, if Yin Feipeng lost, then Sun Shengli could taunt him openly.

And just when everyone thought that Yin Feipeng was losing, the situation took a turn for the worse.

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"Huh," Yin Feipeng raised his fish scales and purple gold knife, jumped up and slashed at the monk who was wielding the spear.

The monk who used the spear retreated with a fast pace and did not attack Yin Feipeng.

Sun Shengli looked at the spear head on the stage, and couldn't help but feel sorry for the monk, you must know that as long as the monk hit so many hundred times just now, then Yin Feipeng must not be able to support it.

But God is not beautiful.

No one expected that when the spear monk was frantically using spiritual power output, the spear head would actually break.

Not only was the head of the spear broken, but the monk's path to promotion was also broken by his victory and his thoughts.

This break has suffered a heavy loss, you must know how anxious he forced Yin Feipeng just now, he has no way to retreat at this moment, and after this game is over, he will be hostile to Yin Feipeng's father.

At that moment, when the head of the gun was broken, his heart also trembled.

Even if Yin Feipeng's father is not the kind of person who is cautious, then he will not have any good impression of him, and if something happens in the future, presumably Yin Feipeng's father will not help.

Sun Shengli couldn't help but think of the boxing cultivator who fought against Yin Feipeng a few days ago.

I can't help but admire the scheming of others, it's really deep.

Maybe that boxing cultivator also has the ability to resist Yin Feipeng, but he just chose to admit defeat.

The fish-scale purple gold knife in Yin Feipeng's hand, the monk who was becoming more and more fierce and daring, became more and more uncomfortable.

From the end of the violent move just now, his hands couldn't help but tremble, and at this moment, he suffered Yin Feipeng's revenge.

This made the tiger's mouth of his hands already show a trace of blood, and Sun Shengli knew that this monk was afraid that he had already lost.

Although Sun Shengli doesn't know why he is still insisting at the moment, Sun Shengli is still full of admiration for him.

Maybe some people have a strong obsession with winning.

Sun Shengli couldn't help but feel a touch in his heart when he saw the fight between the two people in front of him.

Maybe everyone has what they want in their hearts.

Thinking of this, Sun Shengli had a trace of doubt about himself.

Where is your pursuit????

It is in your mind that this question involuntarily comes to mind.

The system saw Sun Shengli's thoughts, so he couldn't help but say in a cold tone:

"You're a psychopath, what do you want to pursue ?????"

Sun Shengli: ...

"Oh, so my pursuit is tits... Sun Shengli has his own pursuit in his mind.

System:...

The one who used the spear kept using the handle of his spear to resist the attack of Yin Feipeng's fish-scale purple-gold knife bursting.

But his tiger's mouth had been beaten by Bing Feipeng's brute force, and there was a trace of blood.

At this moment, he is much more bleak than Yin Feipeng before.

After all, he didn't knock Yin Feipeng down in one go.

This breath relieved the pain all over the body and began to regurgitate, especially in the hands.

And Yin Feipeng was also beaten out of anger before, and at this moment, he is frantically fighting back against the other party with that qi.

Yin Yu's face in the sky had regained its calm, as if everything was under control.

But the one on the other side who was using the spear was still gritting his teeth and insisting, and everyone didn't know what he wanted to eat again at the moment????

Sun Shengli was puzzled, Yin Feipeng was puzzled, and all the monks present were puzzled for a while.

No one knew what was going on in the mind of the spear-wielding monk, and no one would ask.

Perhaps after this battle, he would be like a drop of water in the vast sea drowning in this ordinary monk.

Become an ordinary monk as unknown as before, and perhaps no one will remember him anymore.

This is the sorrow of the ordinary monks.

If his spear had been replaced by Sun Shengli's Xuanyuan Sword at that time, he might have won, but there was no way, he was just an ordinary monk, and he didn't have a peerless good father like Yin Feipeng to give her a good fortune.

I can't blame anyone for all this, I can only blame him for his bad life and bad background.

"Panlong Spit Letters"

Yin Feipeng let out a loud shout, and a water dragon flew out of the fish-scale purple gold knife in his hand, running towards the monk who was using the spear.

And the monk who used the spear focused all his mana on the spear that was cut off in half.

Sun Shengli couldn't help but sigh for him when he saw him working so hard.

The audience below couldn't bear to look at it directly.

After all, his appearance at the moment is really miserable.

Unfortunately, Yin Feipeng was scratched in many places on his body, and Yin Feipeng did not take his life with one blow, but kept scratching his body, as if he was playing with him, the tiger's mouth in his hand was already full of blood, and even the hand holding the handle of the gun was trembling.

He was covered in blood, his clothes were in tatters, revealing the strong muscles inside, and of course there were more or less wounds on it, and blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth.

Sun Shengli's eyes couldn't help but close.

It's just miserable.

Since the beginning of the martial arts competition, there has never been such a tragic competition, and generally when the fight reaches a certain level, then the disciple will surrender when he knows that he is invincible.

But this monk, who wielded a spear, was like a demon, and refused to surrender.

It's as if he won't surrender until he dies.

Even the Elder of the Judgment who was standing on the side twitched his eyes slightly, and he couldn't take his eyes off the monk who wielded the spear.

For fear that he would accidentally kill Yin Feipeng on the other side.

Yin Feipeng's move, after condensing a water dragon about 3 meters long, Panlong Tuxin rushed towards the monk.

The monk gritted his teeth and used the half-broken spear to resist the water dragon.

"Poof".

A mouthful of blood couldn't help but spit out from his mouth, and the monk who used the spear opened his mouth slightly, revealing his clenched teeth, and there was blood all around the teeth.

Even Yin Feipeng on the other side felt that something was wrong with him.

The monk who used the spear resisted Yin Feipeng's move with a half-cut spear, without squeaking or shouting to stop.

Instead, he gritted his teeth and insisted, and the water dragon kept attacking the monk.

Yin Feipeng did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, but looked at the monk with a slight frown, silent.

He didn't understand what kind of obsession this person had sustained, and he didn't know why he was so desperate until now.

Just when everyone felt sorry for being a monk, Yin Feipeng asked his words.

"What's your name???

This was the first time they had communicated when they entered this battle, and even Sun Shengli felt puzzled by the questions Yin Feipeng asked.

The monk was already on his knees and gasping for air after resisting the water dragon.

After hearing Yin Feipeng's question, he did not hesitate, but did not look at Yin Feipeng, and said in an extremely tough tone:

"Jiangyun"

It's not as domineering as I imagined.

It's such an ordinary name, but it makes many people present at the moment remember it in their hearts.