After a loud "bang", Feng Wuchen and Feng Shouren took a few steps back at the same time.

Feng Shouren subconsciously shook his right hand, which was a little painful, and stared at Feng Wuchen's right hand dumbfounded: "You, how can you still have the spiritual power of the wood attribute?"

Feng Wuchen didn't pay attention to Feng Shouren, so he wouldn't be kind enough to dispel the latter's doubts! But he wasn't in the mood to laugh or curse the latter, his mood was quite heavy at this time.

Although Feng Wuchen's "Darkness Chen Cang" move just now seemed very casual, it was actually a careful blow that he had been preparing for a long time, and it was also a blow that he tried his best. Needless to say, in the face of people whose cultivation is higher than himself and who are bent on killing himself, he is looking for death if he doesn't do his best.

said that this blow was meticulous, not only reflected in the "uncertain" scheming of this blow, but also in the busy work of the world in his body.

Just now, the "Five Wins and One" exercise in Feng Wuchen's body was operated by him with all his might, and the spiritual power of the four attributes of gold, earth, fire, and water in his body was running non-stop, desperately trying to transform into the spiritual power of the wood attribute.

However, in addition to the fact that the spiritual power of the water attribute is relatively simple to convert into the spiritual power of the wood attribute, it is difficult for the three attributes of metal, earth, and fire to be converted into the wood attribute.

Because, the spiritual power of the five attributes is mutually reinforcing, and if the spiritual power of metallic nature is to be converted into a wood attribute, it must first be converted into a water attribute before it can be converted into a wood attribute, and the earth attribute must first be converted into a metal attribute, and the fire attribute is even more troublesome, and it must be converted into an earth attribute first.

However, Feng Wuchen's such a careful and desperate blow ended up relying on the restraint of the wood attribute to the Feng Shouren Earth attribute to barely fight with the latter.

And then, Feng Wuchen really can't guarantee that every blow will be so powerful.

What's even worse is that Feng Wuchen, who realized it later, suddenly realized that this was a life-and-death battle at this time, and he became nervous, his heart couldn't help pounding, his mind was a little blank, and he almost lost the ability to think.

Fortunately, Feng Shouren had not fully recovered from his shock, and he was suddenly a little more jealous of Feng Wuchen, so he did not make a move against the latter at the first time.

Otherwise, he would be really miserable!

Feng Wuchen subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, he knew what he should do at the moment, but for a while he couldn't figure out what to do.

I don't know how long it took, Feng Wuchen suddenly felt that his hands were slippery, and after a closer look, it turned out that there were several layers of cold sweat.

It's strange to say, seeing these cold sweats, Feng Wuchen suddenly became less nervous again, his mind was able to think again, and he suddenly thought of what he was going to do: "I should first deter Feng Shouren from delaying the operation of spiritual power!"

For this deterrence, Feng Wuchen moved his face slightly, trying his best to control his facial muscles, he wanted to make himself look more relaxed and normal, and it was best to be a little arrogant and hidden!

However, it was good that he didn't adjust and didn't move, but this movement betrayed him with his pale wet face. The dull face, the pursed lips, and the flickering eyes revealed his inner timidity to the fullest.

It stands to reason that in the face of a panicked opponent, Feng Shouren should make a decisive move. However, as soon as he fought, he was fooled twice in a row, and he was repeatedly calculated by Feng Wuchen before.

After being bitten by the "snake", he was really afraid of drafting the rope, he thought that this was another ghost made by Feng Wuchen, and deliberately deceived him to play a trick!

Thinking of this, Feng Shouren simply gave up taking the lead and resorted to a trick of "responding to all changes with the same".

Even the question was the same, "How can you still have the spiritual power of the wood attribute?"

"Why can't I have the spiritual power of the wood attribute?" Feng Wuchen thought that he had pretended to be like himself, and if he pretended it well, he successfully deterred Feng Shouren and bought time for himself.

"You're obviously using metallic spiritual power at first!" Feng Shouren frowned.

"I have a peerless exercise book that can transform the spiritual power in my body at will!"

After two sentences, Feng Wuchen really felt a lot more relaxed, and he suddenly became much smoother when he lied: "Do you want to learn?"

"Really?" Knowing that this was unlikely, but hearing Feng Wuchen say it so seriously, Feng Shouren couldn't help but ask more.

"Of course it's true!" Feng Wuchen suddenly couldn't help laughing. He didn't expect the treacherous and cunning Feng Shouren to be so easy to deceive when talking about spiritual power and exercises.

"You're looking for death!" Feng Shouren had already confirmed that the other party was teasing himself.

Annoyed and angry, Feng Shouren was overwhelmed by anger again, and he couldn't care about Feng Wuchen's tricks, so he directly made a move "Hungry Tiger Pounce on Food" and flew towards Feng Wuchen.

The wind is dustless and not verbose, and directly concentrates all the spiritual power transformed in the body on his hands, and fights hard with the other party.

There was another loud "bang", and the four fists struck each other, making a piercing sound of metal impact. It's just that this time Feng Shouren didn't move at all, but Feng Wuchen retreated four or five steps in a row, and a wisp of red blood appeared at the corner of his mouth, and the qi and blood in his body were even more surging.

"Haha......" Feng Shouren couldn't help laughing, "Boy, although I don't know where you learned some little tricks, but Lao Tzu told you, it's useless!"

He added arrogantly: "Nothing is useless in the face of absolute strength!"

As he spoke, Feng Shouren casually threw away the two small stones in his hands.

"This is a spirit stone!" Feng Wuchen was shocked.

It turned out that when Feng Wuchen was silently operating his spiritual power just now, Feng Shouren was not idle, he had been secretly relying on spirit stones to replenish his spiritual power.

"This is naturally a spirit stone!" Feng Shouren said proudly and arrogantly.

He said coldly: "Waste, you can obediently die now!"

Before he could finish his words, Feng Shouren's arms shook, and two fat and big fists smashed towards Feng Wuchen like a sledgehammer.

Feng Wuchen didn't dare to resist, relying on the smallness of his body, he "played" hide and seek with Feng Shouren between the wine jars.

With a crackling sound, after a while, not a single jar of wine in the cellar was muddy, and the cellar was filled with waist-deep wine.

There was no shelter at all, and Feng Wuchen immediately fell into a situation of being passively beaten. Before a cup of tea, he was beaten and vomited several mouthfuls of blood, his face was as white as paper, and his steps became more and more vain, as if he might fall down at any time.

Another one couldn't dodge, Feng Wuchen was hit by a heavy kick in the waist, and his body flew out uncontrollably like a kite with a broken string, hit the wall heavily, and smashed into the wine with a "poof", and a red "cloud" rose when the wine was neutral.

Feng Shouren strode through the drink, and a pleasant and happy smile welled up on his face: "Waste is waste after all! How good it is to die honestly, you have to clean up one by one to recognize the reality!"

As he spoke, Feng Shouren swung his iron fist and smashed it into the blood cloud, which was getting bigger and fainter.

Just as his fist was about to hit the drink, an arrow suddenly shot from his right side, and he hurriedly turned his wrist, and his yellow fist grazed the surface of the water to meet the water arrow.

The water arrow and Feng Shouren's fist collapsed at the touch of a touch, and the latter was suddenly frightened, suddenly realized something, and hurriedly swung his fist and turned around.

With a loud bang, Feng Shouren's fist collided with the steel knife seven inches in front of his neck, and the steel knife was broken in two, and the owner of the steel knife hurriedly jumped back.

Feng Shouren was so frightened that he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, the hairs on his body stood upright, and he dared to continue to pursue Feng Wuchen for a while: "Cunning bastard thing, Lao Tzu is almost about to fall into your hands!"

"Are you sure it's just almost?" Feng Wuchen stared at Feng Shouren's stomach and said coldly.

"Don't you want to do anything more...... Tricks!" Feng Shouren's voice was not very confident.

He was stared at by Feng Wuchen, and couldn't help but follow the latter's gaze and peek at his stomach.

At a glance, Feng Shouren was immediately stunned, and couldn't help but stare in the blink of an eye. The more I look at it, the more frightened I become, and the more I look at it, the more cold I feel. At some point, his stomach burst open, and his intestines flowed into the drink.

"This ......"

Before Feng Shouren finished speaking, he suddenly let out a terrible scream, and his right arm was cut off by a cold light at the shoulder, and he fell straight into the drink.

Feng Shouren hurriedly retreated while screaming like a pig, and the intestines in the wine were also dragged back a few steps by him as they were.

Something suddenly occurred to him, and his whole face immediately became distorted, and he roared with regret, pain, and anger, "You...... It's your trick again!"

"Who's to say it's not?" said the wind and dust, yin and yang, and the strange atmosphere.

Feng Shouren was so angry that his lungs were about to explode, and he wanted to strangle the angry kid in front of him to death on the spot, but as soon as he felt the pain in his broken arm, he instantly wilted again, like a defeated rooster.

After a little hesitation, Feng Shouren turned around and ran to the exit, Feng Wuchen didn't chase after him, but just threw out the broken knife in his hand with his backhand.

A crisp sound of "dang" came out, and a dense "whoosh" and heart-rending screams suddenly came from the cellar mouth. After a while, Jiang Shoucai turned into a hedgehog and lay motionless on the steps.

This is not an authentic hedgehog, he only has long spines on his head and lower body.

Feng Wuchen swallowed his saliva, let out a sigh, and his legs couldn't help but fall into the wine and fainted......