"Is it that powerful?"

Looking at Alyssa's intoxicating explanation, Ling raised her eyebrows, and then she pulled the corner of Fangzheng's clothes.

"Brother, who is better, you or that Sword of Light craftsman?"

"Haha, there's no comparison."

Faced with Ling's inquiry, Fang Zheng did not answer directly. With his power, he could face anyone in this world with a single blow, and there was no point in comparison. That's why Fang Zheng had no interest in fighting and killing in this world. What's the point?

Is it easy to play? Isn’t it fun to play games to make people addicted to krypton gold?

After leaving the statue of the Maiden of the Spear, the group came to the dojo of Al Saidryu. Rumor has it that all the disciples here are the disciples of the Sword of Light. They are training at the moment, and they look impressive and full of momentum.

, looking at the training in front of them, Tida, Tio and Alyssa couldn't help but widen their eyes. Only Ling narrowed her eyes and looked at them carefully, then turned her head and said to Fang Zheng.

"Brother, these people are so weak. They feel they are not as strong as me."

"Hehehe, that's incomparable."

Fang Zheng touched Ling's little head, and of course he could tell that although these disciples studied hard and practiced hard, in terms of combat effectiveness, Ling's side was better. After all, Ling belonged to the kind of martial arts that was rare to see in a hundred years.

A genius, the kind who can teach you the palms of the Tathagata in two weeks in the world of kung fu...

"You little girl, what are you talking about?"

However, at this moment, one of the disciples heard Ling's words and stared at her dissatisfied.

"Do you look down on us, the Alside-ryu?"

"It's not that I look down on the Alsaid-ryu, but you are indeed weak."

On the contrary, Ling was not someone to be trifled with. The other party actually came to her door. Of course she was not willing to let it go.

"If you don't believe me, let's have a fight and let you see how powerful I am!"

"You? You are just a little girl..."

"Then I'll show you what a little girl is capable of!"

Hearing the other party's obviously contemptuous tone, Ling immediately gritted her teeth angrily, then she turned her head and looked at Fang Zheng.

"Big brother!"

"Come on if you want."

Fang Zheng made a gesture, indicating that he was making soy sauce next to him.

Seeing Fang Zheng's permission, Ling also jumped up and came to the center of the competition stage. Then she raised her right hand and pulled out a short black stick from behind that looked similar to a flute. Then the next moment, the black short stick suddenly stretched out, and in the blink of an eye

It turned into an iron rod longer than Ling.

"Shua————!!"

A sharp crescent blade emerged from the top of the long handle, emitting a cold light.

Ling just held the sickle and stared at the disciple.
Chapter completed!