Chen Xiaoyun's defeat made the next sergeants more vigilant, but the god nicknamed "drunkard" still sipped the wine gourd easily, looking like he didn't care about himself.

Wang Feiteng naturally noticed this drunkard, but he didn't take it to heart, just quickly breathed and adjusted his state.

The second god came on the field quickly, but he was instructed by Wang Yanhu to not let Wang Feiteng have a good rest.

Wang Feiteng looked at the burly man who came forward, and inexplicably thought of the gorilla he had seen in the forest, and couldn't help but have some interesting emotions.

Wang Feiteng thought to himself: "How did Qiaoxin make an excuse when he brought him in the first place?"

This burly man still made a martial arts salute first, and then introduced: "I'm Chen Qibing, please advise!"

Wang Feiteng first returned the salute, and then quickly distanced himself from the man.

Looking at this man's appearance with a big shoulder, a round waist, a wide back and a wide chest, it is not difficult to see that this is a power player.

It's really not a rational thing to go toe-to-toe with such a player.

Wang Yanhu sat at the front of the team, looked at Wang Feiteng, and thought: "The speed of the strange soldier is equal to the attack, you can't stand it! The man who can be favored by Lin Qiaoxin should not be too weak." ”

On the field, Chen Qibing saw Wang Feiteng pulling away, and did not hesitate to bully himself, not giving Wang Feiteng a chance to wait and see.

Chen Qibing's rapid movements made Wang Feiteng stunned, and he thought: "The speed of this big man is so impressive!"

While Wang Feiteng was thinking, Chen Qibing was already in front of him.

"Break the barbarian fist!" Chen Qibing shouted, his fist was surrounded by aura, and swung towards Wang Feiteng. Before the fist arrived, the fist wind blew Wang Feiteng's face under his cloak painfully.

"If this punch is strong, can it be returned?" Wang Feiteng thought to himself, his footsteps changed, and his body moved with him, unloading thirty percent of the strength of this punch.

But this punch was really fierce, even if Wang Feiteng unloaded his force, he still blasted it out hundreds of meters away, and his blood was churning.

"Brother is a good boxer!" Wang Feiteng praised.

Chen Qibing didn't eat this set, and bullied him again, planning to take advantage of Wang Feiteng's failure to recover and severely damage Wang Feiteng.

A hint of anger flashed in Wang Feiteng's eyes, and he started the Stacking Wave Knife Technique.

From Chen Qibing's point of view, he only felt that Wang Feiteng had become different at this moment, but Chen Qibing was a powerhouse of the Purple Mansion Erzhongtian, and with strong confidence in his cultivation, he did not hesitate to swing his fist again: "Breaking the Barbarian Fist!"

Chen Qibing's approach is not wrong, the Purple Mansion is a heavy heaven, and the aura can be contained in the body; the Purple Mansion is a double heaven, and after the dantian creates the Purple Mansion, the strength will be greatly improved. But Chen Qibing still underestimated Wang Feiteng's knife.

I saw that Wang Feiteng's half-squinted eyes widened instantly, and he shouted: "Chop!", the long knife in his hand was impartial, and it happened to collide with Chen Qibing's fist.

Then Chen Qibing felt a wave-like force acting on his body.

Chen Qibing was horrified: "In terms of strength, I am victorious in strength, but this Wang Feiteng is victorious in continuity." In this way, he and I are going to end in a draw?"

Wang Feiteng's heart was also uneasy: "Me and this Chen Qibing are like two wooden barrels of the same volume, except that he is short and thick, and I am slender." ”

After thinking about it, the two collided again, but it still ended in a draw.

"The strength is not enough, the wisdom comes to make up. Wang Feiteng thought for a while, and shouted again: "Look at the hidden weapon!"

Chen Qibing quickly retreated, but seeing the playful expression on Wang Feiteng's face, he secretly said that it was not good.

Wang Feiteng's plan succeeded, and when Chen Qibing retreated, he suddenly accelerated and rushed towards Chen Qibing.

The two collided, Chen Qibing was retreating, Wang Feiteng slashed down, and Chen Qibing had to jump backwards to unload the force.

After a few more rounds of fighting, the two men were back on par.

Both of them were panting, and Wang Feiteng thought to himself: "If I knew that today was so tricky, I should have improved all my attributes." The best way to deal with him is to use Chen Xiaoyun's best body technique to play grappling, but my body technique is not excellent. ”

"I can only change my weapon and rely on the power of the weapon. Wang Feiteng thought to himself, and took out a spirit soldier long knife from the storage ring.

At least in the Nether Realm, spirit soldiers are rare objects, so when Wang Feiteng took out the long knife with shining aura, Chen Qibing had a bad premonition.

"Cut!" Wang Feiteng shouted and rushed forward again.

Chen Qibing swung his fist to meet him, but this time it was only for a moment, and blood marks appeared on Chen Qibing's fist.

Wang Feiteng had never used a spirit soldier before, and he didn't know that the damage of the spirit soldier was so high, so he hurriedly withdrew the attack.

But although Wang Feiteng reacted quickly, Chen Qibing's fist still left a shocking wound.

Chen Qibing was stubborn, not caring about the injury at all, but said: "Brother Xie Feiteng's men are merciful, this game should be regarded as your victory!"

Wang Feiteng was embarrassed, took out a fist from the storage ring and handed it to Chen Qibing, saying: "Brother Chen and I hit it off at first sight, so we have given this thing away!"

Chen Qibing hurriedly refused, and said: "Brother Feiteng, you must not be, your fist is a spirit soldier, and the value is too high." ”

Wang Feiteng didn't care what Chen Qibing said, stuffed the fist gloves into Chen Qibing's hand, and then shouted: "Next!"

Chen Qibing just gave up, bowed deeply to Wang Feiteng, and then walked towards the team, his heart was already extremely happy.

Seeing that someone was on the field again, Feng Nanyang said: "Brother Feiteng has a spirit soldier in hand, others don't need to come forward to compete, let's fight Duan Sheng directly!"

Wang Feiteng's heart froze, "Broken life? This name is domineering and tight." ”

I saw that the drunkard who had noticed Wang Feiteng before walked up with staggering steps.

When this person stepped forward, the sense of crisis in Wang Feiteng's heart became heavier and heavier, and in Wang Feiteng's feelings, the drunkard's figure became taller and taller.

Wang Feiteng remembered that the tiger he had seen in the jungle battle was also the appearance in front of him.

Wang Feiteng knew that he couldn't wait any longer, if he waited any longer, the momentum of this broken life would climb to the top, and he was afraid that he would no longer have the strength to resist.

So, Wang Feiteng suddenly jumped in the direction of the drunkard, and raised his hand to make a knife.

In Wang Feiteng's sight, the drunkard just twisted his body slightly, and Wang Feiteng's knife fell into the air.

Wang Feiteng was amazed by the drunkard's style, changed his tricks in his hand, and slashed at the drunkard again, but he still failed.

"This method of breaking the body is like an antelope hanging its horns, which is really exquisite. Wang Feiteng thought as he flashed to the side, keeping a safe distance from the drunkard.

Feng Nan raised himself in a high place, took in Wang Feiteng's movements, and sighed secretly: "Originally, this kind of strength was enough to form a team of its own, but if you choose a drunkard as your opponent, you will definitely lose." ”

"This one is too strong!" Wang Feiteng flashed to the side, his brain was running rapidly, but there was no way to deal with it.

"If there are still such figures in the army, the strength of this Sixth Legion is too terrifying. Wang Feiteng thought so, but rushed forward, anyway, if he was going to lose, it was better to try the depth of this one.

At the moment when Wang Feiteng was close to the drunkard, the drunkard suddenly spoke: "I admit defeat!"

Wang Feiteng was stunned, Feng Nanyang was stunned, thousands of soldiers were stunned, and Wang Yanhu jumped up and shouted: "In the ten battles, how can you admit defeat so hastily?"

The drunkard looked in the direction of Wang Yanhu, Wang Yanhu only felt that an unparalleled momentum had descended on him, and Wang Yanhu, who understood the strength of the drunkard, had to shut up obediently.

"I'm sick!" the drunkard said to Feng Nanyang, as if to give him another explanation.

Then the drunkard quickly walked away, ignoring the crowd behind him.

Feng Nanyang ignored the gods who began to look at each other and then exchanged ears, and loudly announced: "This ten battles, Wang Feiteng wins! If anyone is not satisfied, it is enough to make an appointment to fight in private, and Wang Feiteng has the right to refuse." Now, let's disperse!" and then Feng Nanyang's figure disappeared from everyone's sight.

Wang Feiteng thought at the same time: "This commander is probably chasing after him and died. He walked towards his tent.

Recalling the short fight with the drunkard, Wang Feiteng didn't relax at all, it seems that he still needs to improve a lot!

For the first time, Wang Feiteng read the exercises given to him by Lao Dao in detail, and then chose the most suitable ones for himself, including body methods and defenses, it seems that Wang Feiteng intends to improve himself in all aspects according to the description on the outline that Lin Qiaoxin gave him before.