Ling Chuxi slapped several big loose hands one after another, but Feng Zitian did not fight head-on as before, but his wrists shook out an afterimage, and more than a dozen muffled sounds came from the intersection of the two palms, and the powerful battle qi contained in Ling Chuxi's palm was dissolved by him one after another.

Looking at Feng Zitian's movements, Mo Kongyuan's face turned cold. Feng Zitian's hands just now were not very subtle, but they just resolved the big loose hands that he relied on to become famous.

It turned out that this was Feng Zitian's reliance, and he actually found the martial art to crack his own big loose hand. Of course, with his strength and experience, he must not have such great ability, not to mention that he has never even seen his own big loose hand, how can he think of a way to crack it. So who is so deliberate about dealing with himself? Except for Chu Fengyun, he couldn't think of any other possibilities.

It seems that Chu Fengyun wants to break this delicate balance between the countries. Thinking of this, Mo Kongyuan's expression became grim.

Ling Chuxi also noticed the abnormality, she didn't have the opportunity to cast the Cloud Turning Duel and Spiral Battle Qi, these few tricks were originally her most powerful magic weapon, but she didn't expect that the other party would have already had a way to deal with it.

She could also guess that Chu Fengyun, the guardian of Dinglin Country, had definitely not wanted to deal with Mo Kongyuan for a day or two, and sending Feng Zitian this time might not mean to be tempting, and if she continued like this, it would be tantamount to giving the other party a test move, so she wouldn't do this kind of stupid thing.

The thoughts in his heart were racing, and Ling Chuxi had an idea.

"Hey, do you want to be ashamed, my martial arts have been thoroughly studied by you, what are you fighting for? Don't fight, don't fight. Ling Chuxi slapped his palms a few times in succession and flew back, hiding behind Mo Kongyuan.

"Martial arts competitions, each can do what it is right, if you are not as good as others, you will admit defeat, where can you have so many excuses." Feng Zitian didn't expect Ling Chuxi to retreat when he said it, and he actually said this, feeling angry and funny.

"It's natural for each to do what he can in a martial arts fight, but you said it yourself." Ling Chuxi blinked his eyes and said.

"What if I said that? Are you going to throw in the towel or continue? Feng Zitian suddenly felt a little inexplicably irritable in his heart, but when he saw that Mo Kongyuan's face was not good, he didn't dare to rush forward.

"You'd better take a look at your hands first." Ling Chuxi said with a smile.

Feng Zitian subconsciously glanced at his hands, the palms of the two hands were swollen at a speed visible to the naked eye, the fingers were as thick as pig's trotters, the skin was stretched to the point that it could be broken, and he could clearly see the blood vessels inside, and even the flow of blood.

Immediately afterwards, a piercing pain and itch poured into my heart, as if there were thousands of ants biting inside the palm, and I wanted to die of it. At this moment, he finally knew what the inexplicable irritability he had just now was.

"You poisoned me!" Feng Zitian endured the conflict of cutting his fingers off with a knife, and his eyes were full of anger at Ling Chuxi.

"Poisoned? You can take medicine indiscriminately, but you can't talk nonsense, which eye of yours saw that I was poisoned? Ling Chuxi said unhurriedly.

Si Nanchen looked at Feng Zitian dumbfounded, and suddenly felt, why is this so familiar?

"Besides, even if I poison it, it's only natural that everyone can do what they can in a martial arts fight, but you said it yourself." Ling Chuxi then added.

"Bring the antidote." Feng Zitian was not as easy to fool as Si Nanchen, and shouted loudly with murderous intent in his eyes.