Senior Brother Wang pretended to be humble and said, "What do you think, Senior Brother Pan?"

Pan Tong said in a heavy tone, "What's so scary about Jiang Deng isn't her sword, nor her cultivation, but... her physical strength."

Hearing this, everyone looked stunned.

What? !

Senior Brother Pan actually said such words!

Jiang Deng looked like a tall young girl at best. How strong could her physical strength be? Could she possibly compare to these tall and strong grown men?

In their opinion, the fact that Senior Brother Pan could say this clearly showed that he had been driven insane by the blow he suffered at the hands of Jiang Deng in the elimination round!

"Okay, okay, let's just watch the game honestly." Senior Brother Wang came to the rescue.

Due to Pan Tong's status as his direct disciple, everyone had to suppress their laughter and turned to watch the match on the ring.

Seeing that no one believed him, Pan Tong couldn't help but sigh.

Back in the ring, he had already fully exerted his full strength, but Jiang Deng was not like that. She was at ease when fighting him. Not surprisingly, her physical strength was not at the perfect foundation building stage, but...

Panton raised his head and looked towards the ring.

Perhaps before long, these people will completely change their views on Jiang Deng.

On the ring.

With Ying Ziru's defense broken, he finally launched an attack, twisting and turning his feet, and holding the beautiful freezing ice sword in his hand, he aimed at Jiang Deng's vital points with every move.

Jiang Deng couldn't help but be surprised when he kept dodging.

This should be so fast!

Looking at the boots on Ying Ziru's feet, which were emitting a strong yellow light, Jiang Deng immediately understood.

Yellow-grade top-grade spiritual weapon, speed boots!

The speed of the person wearing it is comparable to that of a cultivator in the early stage of the Jindan realm.

Jiang Deng: “…”

Wow, Sun Fei was right. Even Ying Ziru’s shoes are spiritual weapons. He is so rich that people want to take everything from him!

Of course, she didn't wear the shoes after she took them off, as she didn't have the 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 spirit stones to buy this pair of spirit boots from her!

Hehehehe…

The more Jiang Deng looked at the shoes on Sun Fei's feet, the more the smile on his face grew.

"What are you looking at? Don't look!"

Ying Ziru got goosebumps all over his body because of Jiang Deng's laughter. He shouted and attacked Jiang Deng with his sword again!

Jiang Deng did not take out the heavy light sword, but just kept moving and changing his steps, wanting to see how his physical speed compared to Ying Ziru who was wearing spiritual boots.

So, 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 again and again, making everyone in the audience numb.

Are you sure they are watching a duel between masters, not children playing house?

finally!

Jiang Deng stopped and turned to look at Ying Ziru who was catching up with her. The smile on her face not only did not disappear, but became even more intense.

The test was over, and the result was that Ying Ziru was relying on external forces after all, and he needed to consume spiritual power and spiritual consciousness to control the spiritual boots, so his speed was a little slower than hers.

It seems that the top-grade yellow spiritual weapon is useless to her.

Jiang Deng fumbled around, secretly wondering where to get a set of Xuan-level equipment. It would be even better if it didn't require spirit stones.

"Jiang, Jiang Deng, you're really going too far!" Ying Ziru was so tired that he was out of breath.

Just now, Jiang Deng actually treated him like a dog and played with him!

How could he, the young master of the second largest sect in Feiran Lingyu, swallow this humiliation!

A sinister glint flashed across Ying Ziru's eyes. While Jiang Deng was thinking about something and had no time to pay attention to this side, he subtly mobilized his spiritual power and poured it into his belt.

In an instant, a dazzling yellow light burst out from the belt!

The next moment, a huge ice cone condensed from the belt and flew towards Jiang Deng!

From the moment Ying Ziru launched the attack to the moment the attack landed, everything happened so fast that Jiang Deng seemed to have no time to react at all and didn't even have time to move.

boom!

Jiang Deng was hit directly by the ice cone, and a cloud of white mist suddenly rose up, completely covering her.

“I’ll go!”

The crowd below the stage suddenly exclaimed, "Senior Brother Ying even has a belt that's a top-grade, yellow-level spiritual weapon!"

"I'm really curious, Brother Ying, are even socks spiritual weapons?"

"How can you think so of Senior Brother Ying? I think Senior Brother Ying's bitter tea seeds should be the spiritual weapon!"

"Do you think Senior Brother Ying would like my type? To be honest, I'm willing to warm his bed." A burly physical cultivator, an outer sect disciple of Wanwanjin Peak, said so.

"I unilaterally declare that Senior Brother Ying will be my husband from now on!" The other disciples were not willing to be outdone.

They all looked at Ying Ziru as if he were the God of Wealth, with stars in their eyes.

On the ring.

Ying Ziru laughed out loud: "That's it?"

He had been worried for a long time, thinking that he might not be able to beat Jiang Deng. He didn't expect that Jiang Deng's reaction ability was so poor. It seemed that her defeat of Zhou Shan was just a coincidence.

As the white mist dissipated, the ginger lantern in the center was revealed.

She was still standing on the ring, her body straight and not only was she unharmed!

Ying Ziru's smile froze on his face, and he subconsciously screamed, "How, how is this possible! A strike from a top-grade Yellow Rank spiritual weapon is equivalent to the power of an early Jindan cultivator. How could you possibly withstand it?"

The Jiang Deng in front of him was not only uninjured, but even his clothes were not damaged. It was really... wait, clothes?

Ying Ziru pointed at Jiang Deng's clothes and angrily said, "You cheated! Your clothes are spiritual weapons! And they are low-grade Xuan-level spiritual weapons!"

"Aren't your clothes also spiritual weapons?"

Jiang Deng slowly reached out and gently brushed away the ice crystals on his clothes. "Why, only the governor is allowed to set fires, but the people are not allowed to light lamps?"

"hateful!"

Ying Ziru was so angry that her hair was about to explode.

He did have a set of spiritual weapons, but due to his low level of cultivation, he could not control spiritual weapons of high level, so most of the spiritual weapons on his body were of top grade yellow grade.

Even he would be very envious of a Xuan-level spiritual weapon like Jiang Deng. If he had a set of Xuan-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, speeding up the recovery of his spiritual power so that he could continue to perform sword moves.

"Sword energy is a prison!"

Ying Ziru swung the Ice Sword, and when several sword energies were about to approach Jiang Deng, they instantly condensed together to form an ice sculpture cage.

Bang!

A burst of cold light came, and the ice cage fell on Jiang Deng's head, trapping him inside and making him unable to move.

Jiang Deng raised his eyebrows.

Huh? Besides attacking, sword energy can also trap people? This sword move is quite interesting.

Jiang Deng did not rush to break the cage, but looked around, trying to understand the structure of the ice sculpture cage.