Zongtian's words undoubtedly provided a good outlet for Fenghua, and this was undoubtedly an excellent choice for Fenghua's surging anger.

There were no words at all, Fenghua just grabbed the last feather arrow and went straight to the sky.

It's just that in the face of the young man with a sharp blade in his hand, Zongtian just smiled slightly.

Fenghua's best thing is undoubtedly archery, but this does not mean that his hand-to-hand combat skills can only be called weak. However, he was blinded by anger, but it was difficult for him to exert his original strong strength, and this was the root of Zongtian's smile.

Facing the arrow that stabbed him, Zongtian just stretched out his hand to bypass the sharpness, and Fenghua's right wrist was also clenched in his hand at this time.

History repeats itself again, but at this time, Zongtian has long lost the childishness when he fought with the Spirit King.

Fenghua's original anger turned into fear the moment Zongtian grabbed him, but this was obviously not because the other party had subdued him at this time, but because he had completely lost control of his right hand.

"What happened?"

Just like Fenghua's frightened expression, his words trembled.

"Do you feel like your hands aren't your own anymore?"

And Zongtian laughed a little wickedly,

"I'll show you another fun one, open it, and then make a fist."

Although such words were like a child's game, Fenghua saw in horror that his right hand really made corresponding movements.

"What the hell did you do?!"

"That's the power you don't control."

While saying such words, Zongtian finally let go at this time, and his calmness returned to Fenghua's face.

"How did you do that?"

"It may be a bit of a shock to you, but the truth is, you'll probably never learn it."

"I understand that such delicate control should not be of much use for combat."

"Clever."

It is naturally impossible for Zongtian to deliberately attack Fenghua, and such an essence is seen by him himself, which can be regarded as saving Zongtian a lot of things.

Zongtian's ability to do such a thing has nothing to do with his sword-casting, and it is fundamentally because of his physical transformation, and such a thing is obviously unlikely to befall Fenghua's body.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

It seemed that he didn't react to what had just happened, and it was only then that Lu Hua uttered words of amazement.

"You'll find out if you try it yourself."

While saying these words, Zongtian grabbed Luhua's wrist again, and everything that happened before was repeated at this time. Just looking at the uncontrolled hand, Luhua's expression was joyful.

"Hey, it's fun, I haven't played before."

Reva's performance undoubtedly made Fenghua a little embarrassed, but in fact, he didn't have to be like this, because trusting this kind of thing is definitely unattainable.

"So, do you have any other rebuttals now?"

Naturally, this was not said to Lu Hua, but Feng Hua's face was still hesitant.

"I ......"

"Okay, needless to say, let's move on to the next one."

"Do you want to fight?"

Probably just now I was really scared of Fenghua, that fierce boy turned into a docile rabbit at this time, and the smile that Zongtian showed was no longer as evil as just now.

"No need, just watch me perform this time."