Chapter Eighty-Six: The Second Master's Spirit Rune

"Okay, since the two of you are ready to make a big fuss, my two brothers naturally want to accompany them to the end.

The two of you don't want to know what kind of ability my brother has to win Chairman Ye's favor, then let my brother tell you now, without Grandma Qiao's protection, the men of your White Tiger Mountain Kong family are all waste. After saying the cruel words, Song Qing dragged out the stunned Li Zhi next to him.

"Brother, I heard what they insulted you just now, and I know that you must be very angry now. So I'll give you such a good opportunity to slap your face this time, and I'm suddenly a little anxious, so I won't play with you first. After speaking, Song Qing waved his fan at himself, and then disappeared in an instant.

Song Qing's sudden disappearance only made the Kong brothers stunned for less than a second, and then the two of them brandished their weapons and stepped on some kind of magical steps to attack Li Zhi from the left and right.

Li Zhi knew very well that this was a combination of skills honed by the two brothers over the years, and it seemed impossible for him to escape easily.

He looked up at the corridor on the second floor, and found that the security guard who had just stepped out to maintain order was missing at this time, and seeing that the weapons of the two brothers in front of him were almost piercing their chests left and right, Li Zhi had no choice but to sacrifice his spirit and urge the flashing technique to avoid the attack of the two.

"I said that I have known the strong-mouthed king just now for less than half an hour, do you believe it?" Li Zhi, who was helpless, had no choice but to say this nonsense that he knew was useless.

"Hugh has to say more. After Kong Ming regained his strength, he suddenly raised his broom high, and the next moment a large black net suddenly appeared above Li Zhi's head.

On the other side, Kong Liang also swung a whirlwind visible to the naked eye in the direction of Li Zhi with a stick, and everything that was touched by this sharp whirlwind was torn to pieces in an instant.

At this time, the guests on the stage had already found a safe place to start watching the play, and a few of them even deliberately hugged a green watermelon. And after the formation of this wave of offensive by the Kong brothers, there was a faint sound of applause from the stands.

The cooldown time of the flashing technique is still a few seconds, but the big net on his head does not give Li Zhi any time to breathe, and in the eyes of everyone who is not too busy to see the excitement, the black net accurately covers Li Zhi in it.

"Lao Chen, you see, this big net is not simple, not only is it attached to Kong Ming's aura, but there is also a bit of the aura of the Confucian family's ancestors in it. Unless this Li Zhineng burst out with a spiritual aura wave of more than 5 grades in an instant, he would definitely not be able to break this big net by conventional means in a short period of time. The five-year-old man reminded the man beside him.

"I can see that this White Tiger Mountain Kong family does have a little good thing left, that big net actually has the function of absorbing spiritual power, and I don't know if this guy named Li Zhizhi can untie this shackle before his Shura value is exhausted. Lao Chen once again said lightly to the strong man beside him.

"Wocao, this guy is too ruthless, I'm afraid my little Shura is worth not lasting a minute. As the person who had the closest contact with the big net, Li Zhi clearly felt that the aura in his body was constantly being swallowed up by this huge net.

He tore at the net with all his might, but it didn't work at all.

At this time, Li Zhi could already clearly feel the outermost energy of the whirlwind, and within a few seconds, the whirlwind would twist the bound Li Zhi into pieces.

"Ma De, why didn't Lao Tzu bring a knife when he went out?" Li Zhi slapped his thigh with remorse, but just when Li Zhi was desperate, suddenly a snowy watermelon knife appeared in his hand.

"The normal-level weapon Xuantie Watermelon Knife has been summoned successfully. Li Zhi's spirit suddenly lit up, and then these dozen or so words appeared on it.

"It doesn't matter, a dead horse is a live horse doctor. "I don't know why this watermelon knife was suddenly summoned, and I don't know if it's useful. But the scene in front of him did not give Li Zhi a chance to hesitate, and raising this watermelon knife, which seemed to have no special features, became Li Zhi's only choice at the moment.

However, under the joint arrangement of fate and the author, this ordinary watermelon knife embodies its extraordinary side at this moment. In the surprised eyes of everyone on the field, the watermelon knife successfully cut through the black net.

Seeing that although he was temporarily out of trouble, the threat still could not be lifted, under the heavy pressure, Li Zhi suddenly had an idea, and infused most of his remaining spiritual energy into this watermelon knife that had made great achievements. Then he threw the watermelon knife at the whirlwind with all his might, and he forced the last trace of spiritual energy out of the spirit jian, forming a thin spiritual shield, which can be regarded as building the last barrier for himself.

The next moment, still in the surprised expressions of everyone, Li Zhi's watermelon knife lived up to expectations and split the whirlwind in half. The remnants of the whirlwind blew the horn past Li Zhi, and then ran in the direction of the crowd on both sides.

At this time, Song Qing, who had just used the excuse of urinating, suddenly appeared in the crowd, only to see him wave the fan in his hand a few times again, and then the two whirlwinds suddenly changed the direction of operation and rushed in the opposite direction.

In the end, after a sonic boom sound spread throughout the audience, Kong Liang's big move finally dissipated.

"It's a good fight, but although your demolition move just now is very exciting, but now that the Shura value is exhausted, what else can you use to compete with us?" Kong Ming put down the broom in his hand and applauded Li Zhi's performance just now, and then summoned another black spear from his broom, and the sharp spearhead came straight at Li Zhi's head.

On the side, Kong Liang, who was exhausted after using the move just now, also gritted his teeth and stood up, turned his stick into a golden spear, and stabbed at Li Zhi, who looked like he was paralyzed.

At this time, Li Zhi, who was in a desperate situation, had no choice but to decide to put all his bets on the head of the second uncle.

Li Zhi casually took out a spirit talisman given by the second master, and then recited an incomparably second mantra according to the mantra that the second master taught him a long time ago:

"Let the enemy be wiped out under the wrath of Lao Tzu!"