Surprise! The little sister who is loved by the group is actually the strongest in Kyushu!

Everyone: ? ? ?

Little 108's chubby face twisted, and his hands clenched into fists.

"Puff, bang——"

A ball of gas burst out instantly and met the big ball in the air.

"Boom" The big ball was swallowed up instantly, and was rolled up by the spiritual fart, and continued to burst towards Zhang San.

Zhang San retreated in astonishment, and had no time to react.

"Bang!" With a sound, the fart exploded at him.

The gas dissipated.

Zhang San's face was smoked black, his hair was blown up, he exhaled, fell back, and fainted.

...

Everyone was silent.

This is...

The battle ended with a fart?

Little 108 touched his head and smiled foolishly.

This method taught by the junior sister is really useful.

It turns out that if you want to use the spiritual energy of the God Transformation Stage, you only need to burst a fart.

Hehe, then he should eat more radishes in the future to save his farts.

Qing Jiujiu looked down at her watermelon, then at her spoon. Although there was a barrier blocking it, she couldn't help but smell the fart in her mind.

She pushed the watermelon aside and stopped eating it.

She jumped down from her senior brother's arms, got into the crowd again, and grabbed Xiao Yiliqi's hand.

Feng Xuze stood there annoyed.

How is it possible!

I am in the middle stage of the Spiritual Transformation, but I can't deal with the early stage of the Spiritual Transformation of the Chiyun Sect?

Fuck, it must be that stinky boy Zhang San who was so confused by the fart that he didn't react.

Feng Xuze waved his hand and shouted at Mo Ye.

"No! This match doesn't count. You guys from the Chiyun Sect are playing dirty tricks. You actually brought this brat here to make some poison gas bombs. Are you going to let this brat fart during the sect competition?"

"Your disciple can't even catch a fart. If my disciple really fights, can he catch it?" Mo Ye raised his eyebrows, his expression was indifferent, but it was full of pressure.

Mimantian followed with sarcasm.

"That's right, you keep saying how powerful your disciple is, but when you fight, the middle stage of the Spiritual Transformation can't catch a fart from the early stage of the Spiritual Transformation. Feng Xuze, your disciples are just like you, very weak."

Feng Xuze was so angry that his heart was choked.

No, my spies will never be wrong.

There will definitely be no other Spiritual Transformation cultivators in this Chiyun Sect.

This time, I am determined to take back the position of the leader of the Chiyun Sect. He came here with such a big fuss, but he went back in disgrace before playing two games. Isn't it embarrassing?

Feng Xuze snorted coldly.

"So what if I lost a round? The sect's big score is nine rounds. I brought nine disciples with me. I won't say nine rounds, but three rounds is at least required, right?"

As soon as these words fell.

Everyone in the Chiyun Sect became nervous again.

Compete again? No one can compete with Xiao Yibai and Ba again.

How can they compete? Otherwise, let the junior sister compete?

All the senior brothers instantly felt a sense of defeat.

The junior sister and Xiao Yibai and Ba's cultivation levels actually surpassed them!

After this incident is over, they must retreat and improve their strength as soon as possible.

Mo Ye did not speak.

Feng Xuze mocked again.

"What's wrong? Are you afraid? Hahaha... That farting brat, could it be the trump card of your Chiyun Sect?"

At this moment.

"biu~"

"Bang!"

A parabola, a figure flew out, hit the ground, and smashed a big hole in the ground.

Looking at the child who was about ten years old, he patted the dust on his body and climbed out of the hole.

His eyes were clear and clever.

This is Xiao 107. Although he looks only ten years old, his spiritual roots are extremely high and he has already cultivated to the Golden Core stage.

At this time, he put one hand behind his back and looked up at Feng Xuze.

"Let's compete! I am the third youngest disciple of Lingyun Peak. My senior brothers are all very powerful. Once they make a move, your disciples will probably be beaten to death, so let me do it!"

"But let me make it clear first, I am more capable than my junior brother. You must at least send a peak of the God Transformation, otherwise, even the early stage of the God Transformation will be beaten to death by me."

After that, an orange aura burst out from his body!

God Transformation! It's really the God Transformation!

At this moment, his mouth corners curled up, his chin raised, his face full of contempt.

Arrogant! So arrogant!

Even more arrogant than the provocative Feng Xuze just now!

Everyone sighed, this scene... is not exactly the same as the little one hundred and eight just now?

Feng Xuze was disheveled in the wind.

Why is there another one?

Could it be... that all the disciples of the Chiyun Sect are really in the state of transformation?

No, no, no, it's impossible.

Absolutely impossible! It must be a plan of the Chiyun Sect.

Yes, this is Tian Ji's horse race, first send the second most powerful one to deter, and then send the most powerful one to suppress.

In fact, this is the last of the Chiyun Sect.Ace.

As long as his disciples can hold on, the Chiyun Sect will not be able to bear it!

Feng Xuze took a deep breath and snorted coldly.

"Let's compete! Li Si! Come here, beat this stinky boy to death, no mercy!"

The brothers looked at it.

Li Si was indeed at the peak of the Spiritualization.

However, with the performance of Xiao 108, they were no longer worried at this time.

They were just extremely puzzled. It would be fine if Xiao 108 was a Spiritualization.

How come even Xiao 107 is now a Spiritualization!

Not to mention Feng Xuze was messy in the wind, even they were messy in the wind.

Qing Jiujiu didn't know when she came back.

Grabbed a handful of melon seeds from the arms of the brother, and cracked them with a "crack, crack".

The brothers lowered their heads instantly.

All looked at Qing Jiujiu in unison.

Could it be...

No, no, it's impossible. It's okay for the little junior sister to become powerful, but how could she make the two junior brothers powerful as well?

Over there, Mo Ye also narrowed his eyes and looked at Qing Jiujiu thoughtfully.

Qing Jiujiu was eating melon seeds by herself, her chubby face showed indifference and innocence.

Mo Ye immediately retracted his gaze and looked down at Feng Xuze.

"You can compete, but we have to make it clear first, is this the last round?"

"Of course not! We agreed to three rounds, and it's three rounds, not one less!" Feng Xuze waved his hand and shouted.

"You just don't accept that I am the sect leader, why don't we compete in the last round?"

Mo Ye said coldly.

Feng Xuze's eyes moved.

It seems feasible! Humph! No matter how powerful Mo Ye is, he can't have already reached the level of refining emptiness.

And I still have a magic weapon in my hand, how can I be afraid of him?

I will do it in front of all the 72 peaks of the Chiyun Sect.

Beat Mo Ye to death, step on his white clothes, make him ugly and lose face!

Thinking of this, Feng Xuze felt extremely refreshed and raised his chin.

"Okay! The last round, it's just the two of us."

Seeing this.

Qing Jiujiu, who was cracking melon seeds, shook her head.

Then she looked at Feng Xuze sympathetically for a second.

Mo Ye waved his sleeves, and the barrier covering Xiao 108 and Zhang San dissipated.

In an instant, the smell of farts spread, and those who were close jumped away instantly.

Mo Ye's face turned pale, his back stiffened, and he waved his hand back to cover Xiao 108 and Zhang San again.

I was careless, let's change the place and let Li Si and Xiao 107 compete.

He waved his hand back again and circled the venue in another corner.

Xiao Yibai07 and Li Si walked in.