"I heard that the Zhang family has a peerless genius in the Saint Institution of Danwu College. How is his strength?"
On the way to Danwu College, Ning Yue and Sikong Ling's speed was not very fast.
Ning Yue knew that his identity had been exposed in the Furnace Pavilion, so the Zhang family would definitely not let him go.
At this time, understanding more about the Zhang family's situation was not bad for him.
"You're talking about Zhang Tianwen, right?"
Sikong Ling's expression was somewhat solemn as he said in a deep voice, "Zhang Tianwen is the Zhang family's peerless genius. Three years ago, his cultivation had reached the Xiantian Perfect Realm. As for what realm his cultivation has reached now, no one knows."
"But there is a rumor that Zhang Tianwen's strength is enough to rank in the top three in the Saint Institution! There is even a faint feeling that he can show disdain for all heroes! "
"Zhang Tianwen's strength is actually this powerful." Ning Yue was somewhat moved. The top three in the Saint Institution had a considerable amount of weight.
One had to know that in the Great Xia Kingdom, there were very few martial artists that could enter the Saint Institution.
Every martial artist that entered the Saint Institution was a genius. To be able to rank in the top three was enough to prove Zhang Tianwen's strength.
It could be said that in the Great Xia Kingdom, only the Corpse Sect's Ghost Talent Palace could be as famous as the Danwu College's Saint Institution.
The top five martial artists of the Ghost Talent Palace could even be compared to the top three martial artists of the Saint Institution!
"Don't worry, in order to participate in the Hundred Academy Tournament, Zhang Tianwen has been in seclusion. This time, he should not come out for the Saint Institution's recruitment." Sikong Ling said.
"Oh right, how strong is the expert sent by the Zhang family?" Ning Yue asked again.
Sikong Ling replied, "It is already very good for the Zhang family to be able to cultivate Zhang Tianwen. Zhang Zhaozhong's strength is also sloppy and ordinary."
Ning Yue's heart jerked when he saw Sikong Ling being so composed, and he said without batting an eyelid, "Brother Sikong, if I'm not wrong, you didn't reveal your true strength in the Furnace Pavilion."
Sikong Ling did not directly answer, but slightly smiled and said, "At that time, I had just advanced to the Late Stage of True Martial Realm, and my cultivation had not yet stabilized. Also, I had not cultivated a martial skill to the Great Realm, so I was naturally at a disadvantage against Wen Yi."
"Oh, so you're saying that you'll have the upper hand if you fight me now?"
Right at this moment, a light laugh resounded by Sikong Ling and the others' ears.
Immediately after, three young cultivators walked up to Sikong Ling side by side, and one of the older ones said, "How about we spar now?"
"Wen Yi! Smell the skin! "
Sikong Ling's heart trembled when he saw the familiar figure before him, and his expression instantly darkened as he said in a low voice, "Do you think I'm afraid of you?!"
"Whether you're afraid of me or not, we'll know after we fight." The corners of Wen Yi's lips curled up. He smiled and said, "In the Cauldron Pavilion, you were at a disadvantage when we fought. Now, I'll give you a chance, a chance for you to get back at me."
"Humph! Sparring then sparring, what's the big deal! "Sikong Ling said in a cold voice.
"Wait."
Wen Pi took a step forward, arriving in front of Wen Yi, and said, "Big Brother, leave this kind of small matter to me, you don't need to do anything."
Whoosh!
As his voice fell, Wen Pi rose from the ground, turned into a blur, and arrived beside Sikong Ling in an instant.
His right hand brought along a violent energy gale, and it instantly blasted towards Sikong Ling's head.
Feeling the powerful gale brought up by Wen Pi's wrist, Sikong Ling's expression changed slightly. He hurriedly poured out the energy in his sea of consciousness and gathered it on his palm, unavoidably colliding with Wen Pi.
Pa!
After one strike, Wen Pi took a step back and stabilized his figure.
As for Sikong Ling, he took three full steps back before he could dispel the powerful force on his palm.
"Wen Pi!" Even though he was forced to defend, Sikong Ling could still see the difference between him and Wen Pi.
Just comparing the density of energy, he wasn't Wen Pi's match!
"Originally, I thought you were very powerful. Looks like you're just an embroidered pillow, nice to look at but useless." Shrugging his shoulders, Wen Pi said casually, "Honestly speaking, my big brother's strength is much more powerful than mine. If you aren't even my match, don't even mention defeating my big brother."
"Wen Pi, looks like you're also one of the best among the genius martial artists in the Great Xia Kingdom." At this moment, the young cultivator who had come with Wen Pi said lightly, "I'm really disappointed that I came with you this time."
Hearing this, Sikong Ling coldly said, "Who are you? What a big tone!"
"You want to know my name? Take one of my moves first! "The young martial artist sneered, then immediately stomped on the ground and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"Peak of the True Martial Realm!"
As soon as the young martial artist made his move, Ning Yue discovered his cultivation. Peak of the True Martial Realm!
Moreover, Ning Yue also discovered that the young martial artist's speed was extremely fast. It was so fast that even with his peak fourth-grade soul force, he could only detect some of his movements.
Hiss hiss!
The young martial artist directly gathered the energy in his sea of consciousness into his palm and blasted it out.
The power of this young martial artist's palm was at least several times stronger than Wen Pi's palm!
If Wen Pi's palm was equivalent to a child's, then this young martial artist's palm was equivalent to a middle-aged man!
Most importantly, the young martial artist's speed was very fast. Several palm prints formed in front of Sikong Ling and crazily blasted towards Sikong Ling's chest.
In his haste, Sikong Ling was unable to determine which palm print was real and which was illusory.
"Damn it!" Sikong Ling's heart sank to the bottom. If he was hit in the chest by the young martial artist's palm print, he would definitely suffer heavy injuries!
"Brother Sikong, the second palm print on your right is real. The rest are all fake."
Just as Sikong Ling was about to take a risk, a subtle voice entered his ears.
Hearing this voice, Sikong Ling was slightly stunned. He immediately glanced at Ning Yue from the corner of his eyes.
Seeing Ning Yue nod his head slightly, Sikong Ling clenched his teeth and gathered all the energy in his body into his palm.
In the next moment, the extremely violent palm suddenly pushed out and blasted towards the second palm print on his right!
"What!"
Liu Qing knew that there were definitely people in the Great Xia Country who could tell which palm print was real, but he didn't think that Sikong Ling could.
So, when Sikong Ling blasted towards his real palm print, he was slightly stunned.
"It must be a fluke!" After a short moment of being stunned, Liu Qing's face turned cold and his palm instantly collided with Sikong Ling's palm.
Pa! Rumble!
The two palms collided. Because both palms contained extremely berserk Yuan Qi, after a low muffled sound rang out, there was another terrifying shockwave that spread in all directions.
Pu pu pu!
The terrifying shockwave pushed the surrounding people who were watching the show back several feet. Some even suffered heavy injuries.
Puchi!
As for Sikong Ling, although he found Liu Qing's real palm print under Ning Yue's guidance, he was still pushed back several feet by the powerful force. At the same time, he spat out a mouthful of dark red blood and his face was slightly pale.
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