If at the beginning, Golden Blood wanted to get something from his conjecture of Feng Lian's life. Now looking at the dreamlike fight scene in front of him, he truly admires Feng Lian.

It's not just Goldblood, everyone else feels that way. How could a person who was not a cultivator be able to contend with a cultivator of the Grace level with only ordinary physical strength and body techniques. Judging from the current situation, the chance of Feng Lian winning can be said to be zero, but Ding Haoran does not seem to be very realistic to defeat Feng Lian.

Even for the most junior cultivators, it is easy to clean up an ordinary person. Why what they see in front of them subverts all the perceptions they think.

It's not enough to have the physical body and the body, but what else? They can't understand it, but they know that there must be some secret method or something, so they have more and more admiration for the incorruptible manner. Or rather, there is some fear.

Feng Lian in the field did not have this kind of thought, but felt the pressure doubled.

Ding Dingding didn't lie to him, Ding Haoran really didn't practice advanced exercises, and until now, they have passed dozens of moves with each other. He is still the "Quartet Fist Shadow".

If you replace others, you may think that Ding Haoran is poor in donkey skills. But he knew that Ding Haoran's move seemed like a move, but it was not. Maybe the "Wind Shadow Fist" is more important than the mind, and the "Quartet Fist Shadow" is a move that changes in Ding Haoran's hands. And he's been extremely consistent.

Feng Lian already felt that his breath was uneven, and the frequency of his heartbeat increased. Ding Haoran is still steady, and the strength of each punch has hardly changed from the beginning to the present.

The only thing that made him feel a little comforted was that Ding Haoran's mood began to fluctuate. Several masters told him that the most important thing in the battle was not the exercises, nor the cultivation, but the mentality. A calm mind is the key to life and death.

Ding Haoran's change in heart was not because Feng Lian could make more than a dozen moves with him, but because of Feng Lian's martial arts.

Yes, it's a martial posture, not a dancing posture.

Ding Haoran was actually stunned, his incorruptible martial posture was as agile and elegant as an idle cloud, and it seemed that there was still nothing. Let him, the so-called master of the future art, can't help but praise in his heart.

Ding Haoran suddenly opened his arms and rushed towards Feng Lian.

The sudden change made Feng Lian confused, so he quickly avoided it. Plan before you act.

Ding Haoran, who was a little fascinated by the incorruptible martial arts, suddenly thought that he should hug this opponent with peerless martial arts. As soon as Feng Lian avoided it, he immediately came to his senses.

If Feng Lian knew Ding Haoran's thoughts, he would have to vomit blood.

Over the years, Fu Shi forced Feng Lian to learn dance with Mengjie, plus he ran in the unknown magic circle in Mocun for more than ten years. Invisibly, he has been rendered by the beauty in Fu Shi's eyes, let alone the young man Ding Haoran.

"Take me to your master, and I'll consider sparing your life. Ding Haoran said indifferently.

The picture of the day of the engagement ceremony came to an eye. I don't know what the situation of Meng Ban and several masters is. Whether their injured bodies can get out of the treacherous rainforest. Thinking that when I took a last look at Mo Village, many houses in Mo Village collapsed and the small courtyard was razed to the ground. Will the masters be hurt by that majestic voice......

He didn't dare to think about it, so he could only pray and bless silently in his heart.

Ding Haoran saw that Feng Lian didn't answer, how could he bear it when he was arrogant, and shouted, "Since you can't get it, then I'll destroy it!"

Ding Haoran's fist was like a wall, squeezing him from all sides. Feng Lian's keen spiritual sense told him that there was no way to avoid it, so he could only grit his teeth and take it hard. Whether he picks it up or not, he knows that he will be seriously injured if he doesn't die, so he can only desperately find a way to live.

"Squeak click" A series of small sounds, but very clear bone rubbing sounds, came from Feng Lian's body. Danger he had never encountered before allowed him to raise his body's muscles to optimal condition.

Suddenly, a mysterious feeling appeared in Feng Lian's eyes. His eyes were like beams of light that radiated like a dark hut, illuminating tiny particles floating in the air.

In other words, he can now see the tiny particles driven by Ding Haoran's fist wind, and he can see them clearly. He can probably tell where they are going, and through these subtle images, he can roughly deduce the direction of the boxing style, as well as the subtle gaps between the punches.

Feng Lian took Mocun's footwork to the extreme, constantly jumping and dodging, and endured the pain of being scratched by the fist wind. A slap on his waist.

Ding Haoran was extremely depressed, he didn't know how many people he beat up to cry and call his mother. But here in Fenglian, it is like hitting cotton, and there is nowhere to use it. He still lacked a little combat experience, and it was difficult for him to control his emotions. So he lay on the grass like a dog, bleeding from his mouth and nose.

knocked down Ding Haoran, Feng Lian also spurted a mouthful of blood, and his body was full of wounds. Thankfully, he was still standing straight.

Scar has told him countless times that a man is born in the world, and he would rather die standing than live on his knees.

He did, so he was happy even though he was badly injured and bleeding profusely.

Jin Blood and the others were already stunned, no matter who it was, they were all asking themselves in their hearts. If I were a good guy, would I be able to get through it? Can my body withstand such a strong pressure? The answer is no, of course.

So they were all stunned, even if they saw it with their own eyes, they didn't know how Feng Lian dodged and knocked Ding Haoran down. Seeing is believing! Seeing is like a dream, a dream-like existence.

"Can we go?" said after a long time. He forcibly suppressed the qi and blood surging in his body, and he couldn't let Ding Haoran and the others see that his internal injuries were extremely serious. Ding Haoran must still have the strength to fight, and he has really reached the end of his strong crossbow. He only hoped that he could take Jinxue and the others away.

Ding Haoran looked up at Feng Lian and nodded slightly. His face was covered with blood, but his eyes were very calm, and the shame and failure in the eyes of others seemed so light and light to him.

An inexplicable feeling welled up in Feng Lian's heart. He silently said in his heart, "Such an opponent is terrible." ”

The golden blood and the others who came to their senses walked towards the edge of the forest with awe.

"Young Master, it doesn't matter if you're injured. Let's go back. ”

Ding Dingding wanted to help Ding Haoran up in the past, but he was thrown away. Ding Haoran stood up with difficulty, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and ordered, "Find out the identity of the person just now." Especially with whom he was taught. ”

"Young Master, this is not good. Ding Dingding was a little embarrassed. There are rules among hunters that they are not allowed to inquire into each other's origins at will, otherwise they will attract the collective hostility of the hunters.

Except for those who know each other well, ordinary people don't team up with others at will, otherwise they don't know how to die. Even if there is an ad hoc team, it will be disbanded as soon as the task or purpose is achieved.

Ding Haoran thought of this at this point. Rules are rules, and even in his capacity, he doesn't dare to break them at will. Those who can break the rules are extremely powerful cultivators. And those people don't bother to break these rules.

"Then follow him, influence him, and let him take me to his master himself. Ding Haoran said and ran in the direction where Feng Lian left, and there was still a trace of injury.

"Big brother, do you want to take a break. ”

"Big brother, it doesn't matter to you!"

"Big brother, don't you have medicine? Do you want to take one?"

Feng Lian didn't notice the brothers' concerned greetings at all, and his mind was immersed in Mengjie's love token.

To be sure, it wasn't lost after encountering the Golden Blood. But he couldn't explain how the two ethereal rings were lost.

With his skills and keen perception, he was confident that it would be impossible for the Golden Blood and the others to steal from him. Maybe it was lost, and he wanted to go back and find it, but he knew that he couldn't defeat those two spirit beasts.

I prayed in my heart for the two ghost-faced bats, that they would not die at the hands of the four-clawed phoenix. When he is strong enough, he must come back to the two ghost-faced bats to ask them clearly.

Thinking of Mengjie, his heart hurt incomparably, the parting words, and her message, no matter how it sounded, it sounded like goodbye. At that time, although he could not see with his eyes, he could still feel the crisis around him.

Feng Lian's breath suddenly surged, and he spat out several mouthfuls of blood.

"Big brother, big brother, what's wrong with you?" Jin Blood hurriedly picked up the unconscious Feng Lian and burrowed into the hole of an old tree.

The most dangerous part of the rainforest is not at midnight, but in the evening. All kinds of birds and beasts roared, sometimes joyful, sometimes sad. Occasionally, the roar of a third-level spirit beast was heard in people's ears.

"Second brother, there are no more beast repellent fans, and the spirit beasts won't come over, right?" Luo Yu asked vaguely while gnawing on the elephant pig's leg.

The other little brother looked at the pork chops in his hand and said regretfully: "Elephant pork is delicious, but it has no aura." This is like a pig is quite violent, why don't you have the same cultivation materials on your body?"

The beasts in the forest are divided into spirit beasts and brute beasts. Spirit beasts can be cultivated, and the bones and fur on their bodies can be used as cultivation materials. Brute beasts have strong fecundity, but they can't cultivate, no matter how fierce they are, they can only be reduced to food for spirit beasts.

Golden Blood did not answer their question. Looking at Feng Lian lying on the dry grass, he thought to himself: "Big brother, are you a fierce brute beast or a spirit beast that has been lying on the grass and forbearing?"

The comatose Feng Lian seemed to be warming up before the war, and the sound of "rattling" was heard from time to time in his body, especially the wounds outside his body, which were healing at a speed that could be seen by the naked eye.

What surprised Jin Blood even more was that Feng Lian's blood did not smell bloody, but had a faint fragrance. Like a floral scent, but also like a medicinal incense, he couldn't tell what it tasted like.

This is also the reason why he is worried that he will attract spirit beasts.

Except for the golden blood, the others didn't care about the changes in Feng Lian's body, or they were numb. What they thought in their hearts was that the eldest brother was swollen like a ball, and he was cut and stabbed by the second brother, and the filthy blood and smell that flowed out were incomparable, and he couldn't die, so this injury was nothing.

Feng Lian was in a coma on the surface, but he was actually awake in his heart. The pain in his body, the tingling and itching, made him extremely painful. Sometimes, being sober is not what a normal person should do.

Feng Lian thought back to today's battle and diverted the pain in his body.

It was a wonderful feeling he had never experienced before. Ding Haoran's fist style is like an arrow off the string, but in his eyes, the speed is as slow as a fallen leaf in the wind. What's even more amazing is that at that time, his eyes seemed to see the world through water droplets, and even the fluff and pores on Ding Haoran's hands could be seen clearly.

Could it be that it was a blessing in disguise that I was hit in the eye by the juice of that vine and had such an adventure? The changes in the body also seem to have something to do with the juice. If so, no matter how much he suffers, as long as his life is safe, he is willing to come a few more times. In this way, he may be able to catch up with Mengjie's pace.

In the midst of his thoughts, it was already dark. Feng Lian did not get tired at all, but was full of energy. It made him wonder if he could already cultivate and become a true cultivator.

I tried to run the mental method taught by several masters, but the result was still not working. However, he was not disappointed, the adventures of this time, and the fact that he himself had become much stronger than before. He felt that the future road would be like the morning light shining into the hollow of a tree, although it was only a ray of light, it could illuminate a piece of light.

Looking at Jin Xuexue and the others who were sleeping crookedly, Feng Lian was still a little guilty. In order to save himself, the Golden Blood used all the materials they had collected a few days ago on himself. I owe them so much.

After thinking about it in my heart, I felt that I was leaving, and I had to go with peace of mind. As Fu Shi said in his teachings, people cannot allow their hearts to have avoidable flaws.