Chapter 1101 (1/2)

However, this situation soon changed. When the ancient wind was dealing with the torrent, a more ferocious torrent of spiritual power rushed down. The spiritual power was just incomparable, and the surging momentum seemed to be all over the sky.

Feeling the ferocious momentum, the ancient wind's face also changed slightly. Xu Huang, standing beside the ancient wind, turned pale in an instant. Although he was able to defeat the four fold martial arts cultivation of ningsoul realm, he had no power to resist the five fold strongman of ningsoul realm, let alone the competition of spiritual power.

Just now, even in the face of the scattered spiritual power, it was extremely difficult, not to mention that it was several times more fierce than before.

”Ancient style...”

Xu Huang shouted at the ancient wind.

”Hide behind me.” Gu Feng's face was dignified and cold. His spiritual power surged out and protected them in the middle, but he withstood the impact of the spiritual power torrent.

”Eh?”

There was a faint sound of surprise. Obviously, the master of the spiritual power torrent was also a little strange. A boy with a dual soul state could block his spiritual impact.

”That's interesting. Elder martial brother Zhou Qing asked me to take care of you more. That's why. But if you offend elder martial brother Zhou Qing, I'm afraid you don't have a chance to become a core disciple this time.” Wang Sheng of Ziyuan peak looked at the ancient wind with a flash of interest in his eyes.

He didn't have any aversion to the ancient style, but this time Zhou Qing asked him, so he did it by the way. It's very rare for Zhou Qing to owe people. But what he doesn't understand is why Zhou Qing is so unscrupulous against the ancient style. Is it because the ancient style broke his face a few months ago?

”Sure enough, it's you. Aren't all the people in ziyuanfeng the running dogs of Zhou Qing?” Gu Feng looked at Wang Sheng, and his spiritual power surged, desperately blocking the spiritual impact of Wang Sheng, and said angrily.

The other three people's spiritual power is aimed at everyone. Only the spiritual power of Wang Sheng is slightly aimed at him and Xu Huang. Even though his combat power is terrible, the vigorous degree of spiritual power is still much worse than the five levels of martial cultivation in the soul condensing realm.

Zhen Qing and others on one side also found that Wang Sheng was aiming at the ancient style, but they just frowned and didn't speak. After all, the weight of Wang Sheng in their hearts is far more than that of Gu Feng, an inner disciple.

”Ha ha, boy, if you say that, it will annoy me. Do you know.” Wang Sheng heard the words of the ancient wind, his voice was a little cold, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. He helped Zhou Qing this time, just to make Zhou Qing owe himself a favor, running dog? He doesn't deserve Zhou Qing.

”Do you know it in your heart, but do you think this power can defeat me, delusion.” the ancient wind said hoarsely with blood in his eyes. He urged the spiritual power in his body to the extreme and tried his best to resist the impact of the king's Holy Spirit.

”Really? Then be more violent.” Wang Sheng sneered, shocked his body, and more ferocious spiritual power gushed out of his body and patted it at the ancient wind.