Senior Brother Wang pretended to be humble and said: "Senior Brother Pan, what do you think?"
Pan Tong said in a serious tone: "The scary thing about Jiang Deng is not her sword at all, nor her cultivation, but... her physical strength."
Hearing this, everyone was shocked.
What?!
Senior Brother Pan could actually say such things!
Jiang Deng looks like a tall girl at best. No matter how strong her physical strength is, how strong can she be? Can she be compared to tall adult men like them?
According to them, Senior Brother Pan could say these words because he was clearly knocked insane by Jiang Deng in the knockout round!
"Okay, okay, let's just watch the game honestly." Senior Brother Wang came to the rescue.
Due to Pantong's status as a direct disciple, everyone had to suppress their laughter and turned around to watch the competition on the ring.
Seeing that no one believed him, Pan Tong couldn't help but sigh.
When he was in the ring, he had fully exerted his full strength, but Jiang Deng was not. She was able to fight with him with ease. As expected, her physical strength was not at the foundation level, but...
Pantong raised his head and looked towards the ring.
Maybe it won't be long before these people will completely change their views on Jiang Deng.
On the arena.
As Ying Ziru broke through the defense, he finally launched an attack. His feet moved around for a while, and the beautiful frozen sword in his hand waved towards Jiang Deng's life gate.
Jiang Deng couldn't help but be surprised when he kept dodging.
The speed of this should be so fast!
Taking another look at the boots worn under Ying Ziru's feet, which were emitting a rich yellow light, Jiang Deng understood immediately.
Yellow-level high-grade spiritual weapon, boots of speed!
The speed of a person who wears it is comparable to that of a monk in the early stages of the Dan Formation Realm.
Jiang Deng: "..."
Good guy, Fei is really right. Even Ying Ziru’s shoes are spiritual weapons. He is so rich that people want to steal them for him!
Of course, the shoes were not worn on her feet. She had no habit of wearing other people's shoes.
But there must be someone who doesn't mind wearing second-hand shoes and is willing to spend a lot of spiritual stones from her to buy this pair of spiritual boots!
Hey hey hey...
The more Jiang Deng looked at Sun Fei's shoes, the stronger the smile on his face became.
"What are you looking at! Don't look at it!"
Ying Ziru was laughed at by Jiang Deng so much that he got goosebumps all over his body. He shouted loudly and raised his sword to attack Jiang Deng again!
Jiang Deng did not take out the heavy lightsaber, but kept moving and changing his body, wanting to see how his physical speed compared with Ying Zirui wearing spiritual boots.
As a result, a funny scene took place on the second stage.
Jiang Deng ran in front, and Ying Ziru chased behind. The two of them circled the ring one after another, to the dismay of everyone in the audience.
Are you sure they are watching a duel between masters and not children playing house?
finally!
Jiang Deng stopped and turned to look at Ying Ziru who was catching up. Not only did the smile on her face not disappear, but it became even stronger.
The test was over, and the result was that Ying Ziru was relying on external force after all, and needed to expend spiritual power and spiritual consciousness to control the spiritual boots, so his speed was a little slower than hers.
It seems that the high-grade Huang-level spiritual weapons are of no use to her.
Jiang Deng fumbled around, wondering where he could get a set of Xuan-level equipment. It would be better if he didn't need spirit stones.
"Jiang, Jiang Deng, you are really going too far!" Ying Ziru was so tired that he was out of breath.
Just now Jiang Deng actually played with him like a dog!
How could he, the majestic young palace master of the second largest sect in the Feiran Spiritual Realm, be able to swallow such a sigh of relief!
A sinister light flashed across Ying Ziru's eyes. While Jiang Deng was thinking about something and had no time to pay attention, he gathered his spiritual power without leaving a trace and poured it into his belt.
In an instant, a dazzling yellow light burst out from the belt!
The next moment, a huge ice pick formed from the belt and flew towards Jiang Deng!
From Ying Ziru launching the attack to landing the attack, everything happened so fast that Jiang Deng didn't seem to react at all and didn't even have time to move.
boom!
Jiang Deng was directly hit by the ice pick, and a cloud of white mist burst out, completely covering her whole body.
"I go!"
Everyone under the ring suddenly exclaimed, "Senior Brother Ying, even his belt is a high-grade yellow-level spiritual weapon!"
"I'm really curious, is Senior Brother Ying even a pair of socks a spiritual weapon?"
"How can you miss Senior Brother Ying so much? I think Senior Brother Ying's Kuchazi should be a spiritual weapon!"
"Do you think Senior Brother Ying would like someone like me? To be honest, I am willing to warm his bed." A disciple of Wanwanjin Peak's outer sect, a five-big and three-thick body cultivator, said this.
"I unilaterally declare that Senior Brother Ying will be my husband-in-law from now on!" The other disciples were not to be outdone.
They all looked at Ying Zi as if they were looking at the God of Wealth, with stars in their eyes.
On the arena.
Ying Ziru laughed out loud: "That's it?"
Fortunately, he had been worried for a long time, thinking that he might not be able to defeat Jiang Deng. He didn't expect that Jiang Deng's reaction ability was so poor. It seemed that it was just a coincidence that she defeated Zhou Shan.
As the white fog dissipated, the ginger lantern in the center was revealed.
She was still standing on the ring, her body upright, and she was still unscathed!
Ying Ziru's smile froze on his face, and he subconsciously screamed: "How, how is it possible! A blow from a high-grade yellow-level spiritual weapon is equivalent to the strength of a monk in the early stage of the pill formation realm. How can you withstand it?"
Not only was Jiang Deng in front of him uninjured, his clothes were not even damaged. But... wait, clothes?
Ying Ziru pointed at Jiang Deng's clothes and said angrily: "You cheated! Your clothes are spiritual weapons! They are also low-grade Xuan-level spiritual weapons!"
"Aren't your clothes also spiritual weapons?"
Jiang Deng slowly stretched out his hand and gently brushed away the ice crystals on his clothes, "Why, only the state officials are allowed to set fires, but the common people are not allowed to light lamps?"
"hateful!"
Ying Ziru was so angry that his hair was about to explode.
He does have a spiritual weapon, but because his cultivation is too low and he cannot control high-level spiritual weapons, most of the spiritual weapons he has are high-grade yellow-level spiritual weapons.
Even he is very greedy for a mysterious-level spiritual weapon like Jiang Deng, right? If he had a set of mysterious-level spiritual weapons, he would have defeated Jiang Deng long ago!
"I want to see what you can do without the protection of spiritual clothes!"
Ying Ziru took a deep breath, suppressed his restless emotions, and used his spiritual consciousness to control the jade crown that bound his hair, accelerating the speed of his recovery of spiritual power so that he could continue to perform sword moves.
"The sword energy is a prison!"
Ying freely waved the Ice Sword, and when he was about to approach Jiang Deng, several sword qi condensed together in an instant, forming an ice sculpture cage.
Bang!
A burst of cold light struck, and the ice sculpture cage was buckled down, trapping Jiang Deng inside, unable to move.
Jiang Deng raised his eyebrows.
Hmm? In addition to attacking, sword energy can also trap people? This sword move is a bit interesting.
Jiang Deng was not in a hurry to break the cage, but looked around, trying to dismantle the structure of the ice sculpture cage.