Chapter 1,221 The Low-Key Ancient Spirit Immortal Lord

"I disagree!"

Ling Zhiwei firmly opposed.

She is the most talented Space Saint Peng on the Space Saint Island, and has the potential to hit the Hundred Tribulation Realm in the future.

However, Ye Feng actually wanted to take her into the Spiritual Beast Pavilion!

This is simply unreasonable!

"Then what do you want to be? What do you think you can be after joining our Piaomiao Sect besides being a spiritual beast?"

Ye Feng asked back.

"I want to be the sect leader!"

Ling Zhiwei raised her chin.

"I am the sect master. Do you want to seek power and usurp the throne? Or do you still want to compete with me?"

Ye Feng asked with a half-smile.

"Then... I want to be the Supreme Elder." Ling Zhiwei patted her proud chest, "With my qualifications, no one will be dissatisfied with becoming the Supreme Elder, right?"

Ye Feng glanced at her breasts.

He admitted that her credentials were unmatched.

but!

There is no Supreme Elder in Piaomiao Sect.

"Even the Ancient Spirit Immortal is just an elder. Do you think you can serve as the supreme elder? Also, our Piao Miao Sect does not have a supreme elder for the time being. At most, it is an inner sect elder."

Ye Feng raised his fist and continued:

"If you look carefully at my fist as big as a sandbag, and then reorganize your words, should you enter the Spiritual Beast Pavilion, or become an inner sect elder?"

Ling Zhiwei's face turned pale.

Naturally, she couldn't defeat Ye Feng, otherwise, she wouldn't have been sent away from the Space Holy Island by her ancestor.

but……

Ling Zhiwei looked at the Ancient Spirit Immortal and smiled slyly, "I only use 30% of my strength. If I can defeat him, how about letting me become the Supreme Elder?"

"What if you fail?"

Ye Feng asked with a half-smile.

"Then I will enter the Spiritual Beast Pavilion and become the boss!" Ling Zhuowei pointed to the tip of her nose with her thumb.

The boss of Spirit Beast Pavilion?

Ye Feng smiled.

Brother Pingtou has always regarded himself as the boss of Spirit Beast Pavilion.

If Ling Zhiwei entered the Spirit Beast Pavilion, she would definitely have to compete with Brother Pingtou.

Ling Zhiwei is very strong.

However, Brother Flathead will never give in. Even if he is reduced to ashes in seconds, his corpse will probably have the words "I am the best" on the ground.

"Are you sure you only use 30% of your strength?"

The Ancient Spirit Immortal Lord on the side asked.

"Of course, to deal with you at the early stage of the Holy Realm, I would use 30% of my strength to bully you."

Ling Zhiwei was very proud.

Hearing this, Ancient Spirit Immortal Lord wanted to roll his eyes.

If Ling Zhiwei attacks with all his strength, he may not have a chance of winning, but if he is only 30% strong, Ancient Spirit Immortal Lord feels that he can beat the opponent while hanging.

"Okay, let's take action!"

Ye Feng stood aside, "I am the judge, Ling Zhiwei, remember, you can only use 30% of your strength. If you dare to use more than 30% of your strength, you will lose."

"no problem!"

Ling Zhiwei was very confident.

In the dark dimension.

Ling Zhiwei and Ancient Spirit Immortal were facing each other in the air.

Ye Feng stood in the distance.

"Okay, let's begin!"

Following Ye Feng's order, the battle between the two officially began, and a terrifying momentum erupted in the void.

Clang!

Ancient Spirit Immortal Lord immediately adopted defensive moves.

The Soul-devouring Immortal Sword Formation turned into purple-gold armor to wrap around himself, raising his defense to its strongest state.

"Ah fight!"

The moment Ling Zhiwei completed the defense of Ancient Spirit Immortal Lord, she used the law of space to pounce on his back.

A shining silver fist suddenly punched out.

boom!

Ancient Spirit Immortal Lord was blasted away, his body trembling wildly.

"What a powerful fighting force!" Ancient Spirit Immortal Lord was shocked, "Did you really only use 30% of your strength?"

"of course!"

Ling Zhiwei grinned, "I don't need too much space power, I just use physical power, isn't it about 30% of my strength?"

not far away.

Ye Feng nodded and said, "Well, it's not a violation."

After hearing this, Ancient Spirit Immortal was a little depressed.

Fortunately, his defense was very strong, so it wouldn't hurt if he had a head-on confrontation with Ling Zhiwei.

"Turn swords into silk!"

Ancient Spirit Immortal Master made a secret with both hands, and countless sword threads spurted out from his body, intertwining into a huge network, wrapping the void where Ling Zhiwei was.

"Space Escape Technique!"

Ling Zhiwei smiled coldly, her body turned into a silver light, and she avoided being surrounded by the sword net.

Behind the Ancient Spirit Immortal Lord. valley

A silver figure appeared out of thin air.

She is Ling Zhiwei.

Bang bang bang!

Ling Zhiwei punched out three times in a row, causing Ancient Spirit Immortal Lord to fly forward hundreds of feet, shaking violently.

"Hey, you lost!"

Ling Zhiwei laughed loudly.

As she said that, she waved her fists and relied on the ghost's body skills to continuously dodge the surprise attacks of the sword thread, knocking the Ancient Spirit Immortal away again and again, causing severe pain all over her body.

"How about it?"

"Even with only 30% strength, I can still suppress you and beat you. Are you afraid?"

Ling Zhiwei became more and more proud.

In the Holy Island of Space, she is the well-deserved eldest sister, her strength and status are second only to the ancestor Yu Kong.

Normally, no one could beat her.

Over time, Ling Zhiwei felt that she was second best in the world.

She is not afraid of anyone except her ancestor Yu Kong.

The void in the distance.

Ye Feng yawned.

"The Ancient Spirit Immortal is still very smart. He pretended to be beaten by Ling Zhiwei and took the opportunity to set up the Soul Devouring Immortal Sword Formation. It seems that the battle is almost over."

He whispered in his mind.

In the void.

Ling Zhiwei flashed and appeared in front of Ancient Spirit Immortal Lord, raising her fists high and laughing:

"Air energy bursting fist!"

She channeled the power of space into the center of her fist, creating a space vortex that exploded in front of the Ancient Spirit Immortal.

boom!

The void nearby suddenly distorted.

Ancient Spirit Immortal Lord was swallowed into it and was almost randomly transported to a certain world.

"It's over!"

Ancient Spirit Immortal Lord suddenly murmured.

Clang!

The crisp sound of sword chant spread.

Ling Zhiwei sensed a dangerous aura and hurriedly ran away, but she hit an invisible barrier and was bounced back.

"what happened?"

She continuously used space escape skills, but found that an invisible barrier appeared around her, and it was shrinking rapidly. Even her space escape skills could not escape.

"This is the Soul Devouring Immortal Sword Formation!"

Gu Lingxian Zundao.

Ling Zhiwei's expression changed and she said, "You were pressed down and beaten by me on purpose just now to set up the sword formation?"

"Exactly!"

Ancient Spirit Immortal Lord nodded.

Tear it apart!

The Spirit Devouring Immortal Sword Formation was at full strength, accelerating and shrinking its range. In a short time, Ling Zhiwei was sealed in a spherical space with a diameter of 100 meters.

The cold soul-devouring immortal power exploded.

This void was completely imprisoned.

If Ling Zhiwei uses all her space laws, she can leave the sword formation.

But in that case, she would have violated the rules.

"I surrender!"

Ling Zhiwei crossed her arms and stopped fighting.

If she uses her full combat power, she can go head-to-head with the Ancient Spirit Immortal Lord, and even have a 70% chance of winning.

but……

"I was careless!"

Ling Zhiwei looked up to the sky and wailed, "I shouldn't be blindly confident and say that I can beat you with only 30% of my strength."

"You know your shortcomings, right?"

Ye Feng walked over with his arms crossed and asked aloud.

"snort!"

Ling Zhiwei said nothing.

Ancient Spirit Immortal Lord silently put away his sword array and walked to Ye Feng without saying a word.

"Okay, bring me into the Spirit Beast Pavilion!"

Ling Zhiwei opened her mouth, her voice as quiet as a mosquito's.

"Spiritual Beast Pavilion? Let's forget it! From today on, you are the inner elder of our Piao Miao Sect."

Ye Feng said.

He has already taken out the leader's seal and the sect's roster, sat at the table, and registered at any time.

"No longer a spiritual beast?" Ling Zhiwei said in surprise.

"Are you no longer a human being?" Ye Feng asked back.

"I'm not a human being...ah! Why do you always feel a little awkward about this sentence?"

Ling Zhiwei curled her lips.

"Stop worrying about this. Please provide the basic information such as your name and identity, and I will register you on the sect's roster and become an inner sect elder."

Ye Feng picked up the brush and looked at Ling Zhiwei.