Ye Feng's internal strength was extremely strong now. If the other party was a martial artist, he would be able to detect it easily.
However, he did not sense the flow of aura in the middle-aged man's body just now. It was only now that the other party took the initiative to release his aura that he sensed it.
There was only one explanation for this. The other party's strength far exceeded his.
It could be said that he was the strongest martial artist he had ever met since he started practicing martial arts.
However, he did not know if he had reached the legendary Grandmaster realm.
Just as his heart was pounding, Zhuang Xiaojiao had already run to the front of the sword. She gripped the hilt with both hands and pulled it up with all her might.
However, her little face was flushed red, but it did not move at all like the others.
"Wow, it's so magical. Why is it so heavy? Ye Feng, come and try."