Without waiting for Qi Shaohuang to figure out the key, Mo Fei wiped a cold sweat, and followed the inexplicable familiarity that suddenly appeared in his heart.

Almost at the same time, four small bulls, the size of wild boars, suddenly lowered their heads, held their horns, and rushed out in unison.

At the edge of the pond, Qi Shaohuang controlled the tiger to dodge dexterously, and at the same time carefully observed the four wild bulls that kept running and rushing, his face became more and more solemn.

"This action! This time! And the devouring vortex at the horn of the brute bull!"

Qi Shaohuang was secretly awe-inspiring in his heart, and a faint smile appeared on his face again: "Master Muzi, I didn't expect you to start slowly becoming proficient so soon." ”

Skilled, not learned!

Qi Shaohuang had just shown a lot of skills and techniques in mimetic control, and in the eyes of outsiders, the four little bulls were finally no longer clumsy, and it must have been Mo Fei who had temporarily learned a lot of things from his previous failures.

Only Qi Shaohuang knew best in his heart that Mo Fei had absolutely not learned anything from him, and there was no need for this at all.

There is so much knowledge in this imitation control, and the Fu Wu headquarters has even set up a special discipline for this purpose, which is by no means something that someone can learn overnight just by virtue of his extraordinary talent.

What's more, the control skills and techniques that Mo Fei displayed at this time were clearly more subtle and more conserving spiritual power than him.

With this level of skill and technique, where else did Murphy need to learn from him? In turn, he gained some deeper understanding from it.

Qi Shaohuang's words were not heard by the rest of the Mo family, but Mo Fei knew it, but he didn't explain it, and he couldn't explain it clearly.

Just like when he first drew the healing spirit pattern, and when he saw Zou Wen introduce the thunder and lightning spirit pattern, that inexplicable sense of familiarity suddenly came out again, and he only felt that these skills and techniques seemed to have been practiced thousands of times, and they were extremely proficient, without even the slightest stagnation in between.

He knew that this sudden inexplicable familiarity must be related to the Bright Sacred Pattern entrenched in the dantian, but this kind of thing is too mysterious, who will believe it?

As the four little bulls became faster and faster, and the collision became more and more fierce, the faint smile on Qi Shaohuang's face disappeared again, and turned extremely dignified.

In fact, he couldn't help but be not dignified, the tiger who was still majestic before, and pushed the clumsy brute to a desperate situation again and again, the situation seemed to be reversed at this time.

The tiger continued to roar angrily, but under the frantic collision of the four small brute bulls, no matter how nimble it dodged, in just the blink of an eye, the huge size had shrunk considerably. On the contrary, the four little bulls seemed to be well fed and drunk, and they were several laps larger.

Seeing that the tiger was gradually forced into the encirclement of the four little bulls, and only one blow could decide whether he won or lost, Mo Fei was sweating profusely, gritting his teeth secretly, and his eyes flashed with burning brilliance.

"It's almost there, you have to hold on!"

Controlling so much pool water at the same time is quite a drain on spiritual power. In particular, Mo Fei did not control a brute bull, but divided his thoughts into four strands, and controlled four brute bulls at the same time.

Whether it is the burden of spiritual power or the loss of mind, the pressure on Mo Fei's body is far better than that of his opponent Qi Shaohuang. And Qi Shaohuang is at least an intermediate spirit pattern master, and the spiritual power reserves and recovery degree of the two are not at the same level at all.

"No, we have to fight!"

Feeling that the spiritual power supply of the Nine Palaces symbol at the center of his eyebrows was about to be unable to keep up, Mo Fei clenched his fists, his eyes were cold, and he suddenly shouted in a deep voice: "The last blow, kill!"

As soon as the order came out, the four brute bulls suddenly stopped, and then turned around at the same time, roaring and rushing out frantically, their degrees were clearly faster than before, and there was a faint kind of indomitable resolute momentum.

Qi Shaohuang's face couldn't help but be a little pale, he also faintly felt the crisis, but he didn't have time to think too much about it at the moment, his palm suddenly clenched, and the water gathering spirit pattern emitted a dazzling light in the depths of his palm.

With the support of abundant spiritual power, even if he was surrounded by it, the tiger still opened its mouth and roared, and its power increased in an instant, and the tiger's eyes were round, not only did not dodge, but decisively took the initiative to meet it in one direction.

Almost instantly, the tiger pounced, biting a wild bull as it was pierced through its stomach by the whirlpool horns of the bull.

The bull fell, turning into a pool of water and slowly flowing towards the tiger, who was also badly injured.

However, before the tiger could replenish and reclaim the water in the pool that had lost control, the other three bulls crashed into it with great speed.

Burst!

The tiger let out a last roar, and was completely disintegrated by the six horns, that is, the six whirlpools, and turned into a pool of water with the first wild bull.

But just when a group of juniors of the Mo family were full of excitement and were about to shout and cheer, the three brute bulls suddenly collapsed on their own, and at the same time turned into a pool of water, falling from the sky and wetting the ground.

Murphy gasped and looked up at the few drops of pool water still hanging in mid-air, and he sighed gloomily.

"Sure enough, did you still lose? The junior spirit pattern master is really not the opponent of the intermediate spirit pattern master. No matter how powerful the technique is, the spiritual power can't keep up with the rhythm, and the person who loses in the end can only be me. ”

The Tiger was defeated, and at that time, there were still three bulls left.

If his spiritual power can keep up, the remaining three brute bulls can definitely absorb all the pool water that has lost control into his body to strengthen himself, and he will win this bet.

It's just a pity that this is if, not the truth.

The fact is that his spiritual power was broken, the spiritual power transmitted by the Nine Palace symbols could not be supplied, and he lost the maintenance of his spiritual power, and the three brute bulls who had just gained the upper hand were finally undefeated and defeated, and turned into a pool of water along with the defeated tigers.

On the contrary, although the tiger was defeated, Qi Shaohuang's spiritual power was still abundant.

Not to mention that the three bulls followed closely and turned into a pool of water, even if the three bulls were still standing there intact, and when the tigers regrouped, the outcome was not yet known.

Qi Shaohuang's lips trembled slightly, and a trace of horror flashed in his eyes.

In this battle, he won without winning.

Although he didn't lose much spiritual power before and after, so far, his spiritual power is still abundant. But the wonderful simulated control skills and techniques that Mo Fei showed just now made him understand for the first time what a master is!

Pushing away the support of the entourage beside him, Qi Shaohuang stabilized his body and walked in front of Mo Fei step by step.

"Master Muzi, it really lives up to its reputation, I, Qi Shaohuang, have to meet the real master today, and I am really fortunate to have three lives. ”

Staring at Mo Fei solemnly, Qi Shaohuang's tone gradually calmed down a lot: "Although I won the bet this time, I actually lost." However, there is a word first, according to the gambling agreement, from now on, my Qi family and your Master Muzi will have no grudges. Please also rest assured, as long as I, Qi Shaohuang, can speak in the Qi family, the Qi family will never send a single soldier against the master, as well as anyone from the Mo family. ”

Mo Fei didn't speak, just nodded slightly.