There was deep pride hidden in Ling'er's tone.

Ling'er's strength Yang Xiaofeng can't see through, he only knows that Ling'er is very strong, as for how strong it is, it's really hard to say.

According to Ling'er, as long as she hides her aura, even an elder who has reached the Yuan Infant level will not be able to detect it.

Could it be the Transformation God Realm above the Yuan Infant Stage, or maybe it might be stronger.

Yang Xiaofeng's master, Ling Songzi, is only in the late Yuan Infant period, and his strength is also one of the best in the Hundred Great Immortal Sects.

If Ling'er's strength reaches that level, in this, wouldn't it be a one-handed cover.

"Boy, cultivate well, your current cultivation is as weak as an ant. ”

"Am I that weak?"

Facing Ling'er's ridicule, Yang Xiaofeng also questioned directly.

He is also a Jindan monk no matter how he says it now.

"In the future, you will understand that the world of cultivators is far bigger than you imagined. ”

The two turned their attention to the following.

Yang Xiaofeng didn't know where Ling'er was, but according to what Ling'er said, her divine sense should have covered the entire Spirit Sword Gate.

The most terrifying thing was that in the face of such a powerful divine sense scan, Ling Songzi didn't even notice it.

After several rounds of competition, Jinghua and Sun Jun both got places.

With the strength of the two of them, it is no longer normal to get a place.

Su Xiaoling also got a place.

In the end, Su Xiaoling also had to expose his strength in the later stage of foundation building, so he won.

Su Xiaoling's strength also surprised many disciples, and they didn't expect that the strength of the little junior sister had reached this level.

Only one of the five places remains.

However, the ownership of this last place has not yet been determined.

Sun Zhenshan, who won particularly easily along the way, fell into a very difficult battle.

It was none other than Hou Junji who caught Yang Xiaofeng's attention.

Sun Zhenshan's own strength has reached the middle stage of foundation building, and his physical strength is even inferior to Yang Xiaofeng.

If it was a simple competition for physical strength, Yang Xiaofeng knew that before the change, he would definitely not be able to fight him.

However, now it is different, after experiencing the baptism of the Triple Thunder Tribulation, his physical strength has already reached a very terrifying level, and it is no longer comparable to Sun Zhenshan, who cultivates the Spiritual Technique of Forging the Body.

Having said that, with Sun Zhenshan's current strength, it should be difficult to find an opponent among the foundation building monks.

And now Sun Zhenshan is in a bitter battle.

This result is a bit of a surprise.

"This Hou Junji is really not simple, he can fight with Senior Brother Sun to this extent. ”

Yang Xiaofeng looked at the two people on the stage, and couldn't help but show an approving look at that Hou Junji.

Sun Zhenshan: He knows it very well.

I had a few fights with Sun Zhenshan before, and although I won every time, it was not easy to win.

However, Hou Junji and Yang Xiaofeng have never heard of it.

After all, there are more than 100 disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect, and it is impossible for him to know everyone, because he spends most of his time on cultivation.

On weekdays, he only has contact with Su Xiaoling, Jinghua and others.

Maybe many of the disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect didn't know what their senior brother looked like.

These things are nothing new in the world of cultivators, and they happen all the time.

Sun Zhenshan's face sank like water, and his spiritual power was mobilized, all gathered on his fists.

Rumble!

Sun Zhenshan punched out.

He was more than seven feet tall, and Jinghua was the two highest in the Spirit Sword Sect. It's also a whole body of tendon meat.

Sun Zhenshan's punch was mixed with the sound of whirring wind, and the surrounding air was compressed by him in an instant.

The compressed air coupled with Sun Zhenshan's powerful spiritual power made its destructive power even more terrifying than that of ordinary swords.

Hou Junji also did not dare to slack off in the slightest, and raised his sword to greet him.

Sun Zhenshan and Hou Junji are not very different in strength, in the collision between the tip of the sword and the iron fist, the spiritual power of the two erodes each other, but no one can help anyone.

The two sides were at a stalemate, Sun Zhenshan broke the deadlock first, his spiritual power was running, and the light on his left fist was even worse.

"Drink!"

Angry all over the body, Sun Zhenshan suddenly exerted his strength and directly forced Hou Junji to retreat.

As an opportunist, Sun Zhenshan obviously would not let go of this opportunity, and just came to Hou Junji in one step.

Sun Zhenshan's punch has a strong sense of oppression, although he doesn't have any moves, but his invincible body in foundation building and cultivation, coupled with his own strong spiritual power, even if it is an ordinary punch, it is quite terrifying.

Hou Junji's face was solemn, the long sword in his hand was horizontal in front of him, and he took Sun Zhenshan's punch.

However, the power of Sun Zhenshan's punch was not weak, and he directly blasted Hou Junji out and almost fell out of the ring.

Hou Junji stabilized his body on the edge of the ring and took a deep breath.

If it weren't for his own skills, I'm afraid I'd have flown out of the ring now.

Sun Zhenshan's complexion changed, his right hand was spread, and a long sword appeared in his hand.

With the long sword in hand, Sun Zhenshan's momentum also soared.

Airplanes!

With the sound of a buzzing sword, Sun Zhenshan's long sword had already stabbed out.

The sword air flow above the long sword, coupled with the blessing of Sun Zhenshan's strong spiritual power, the momentum of this sword is like waves on the sea, and it has the meaning of sweeping the world.

Sun Zhenshan's control of the sword qi was already perfect, and the sword qi was like a thick wall under his control, directly forcing towards Hou Junji.

"With such a strong sense of oppression, does Senior Brother Sun want to decide the winner with a sword?"

Feeling Sun Zhenshan's strong sword qi fluctuations, Jinghua, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, couldn't help but smack his lips.

If he were to take the sword, I am afraid it would not be easy.

"It seems that the winner is about to be decided. ”

Sun Jun kept squinting his eyes, as if he hadn't woken up.

"It's been good enough to get this far. ”

Yang Xiaofeng said very approvingly.

It is indeed not easy for Hou Junji to come to this point, and even Yang Xiaofeng admires it very much.

"It's over. ”

Yang Xiaofeng said with some regret.

If it weren't for Sun Zhenshan, Hou Junji might still have some chance of winning, but now there is no such possibility.

"Boy, it's too early to make a decision, the two of them, I'm afraid they will have to fight for a while to determine the winner. ”

Ling'er said.

"Will Hou Junji be able to catch this sword?"

"It is indeed very rare that that Senior Brother Sun of yours can control the sword qi to this extent, but with his strength, to use the sword qi to form such an qi wall, he can't help but think too highly of himself. ”

Ling'er's analysis was well organized.

"His moves seem to be quite powerful, but they are not powerful, and it is very simple to break through his sword qi blockade. And ......"

Speaking of this, Ling'er suddenly paused, and then said: "That kid named Hou Junji is not as weak as you think. ”