Dugu Yang let out a sigh of relief, and was secretly glad that Zhong Mojian opened his mouth in time, making him less embarrassed.

"Wen Yan Sha?" Hou Tao thought about all the sand he knew, and he didn't think of anything related to the name.

"A very rare kind of sand, it is a rare and good material for refining the magic weapon of the earth attribute. This kind of sand can be extremely hard, or it can be very soft, whether it is hard or soft depends on the refining method!" Speaking of excitement, Zhong Mojian's voice became sharper and sharper.

"Little bit, how do you know, is it your nonsense?" Hou Tao has always felt that the biggest mistake he made when he grew up was to let Zhong Mojian enter the Peach Tree Club, and now as soon as he heard Zhong Mojian speak, he couldn't help but feel nauseous. However, there are times when you have to listen to him, such as now.

Zhong Mojian glanced at Hou Tao, and said angrily: "Boss, how many times do you want me to tell you, I am an instrumentalist, a very powerful instrumentaturist, just yesterday I repaired all the dustless little five swords!"

"Oh, it turns out that you haven't fed yourself with insects these days, and you've been cultivating the dust-free little five swords!" Hou Tao looked surprised.

Zhong Mojian glanced at Hou Tao again, and muttered in a low voice, as if he was secretly cursing Hou Tao.

The three words "Wen Yansha" spread far and wide, and after a while, they spread all over the world, and in the end, it became "mosquito killing". Even so, there were still masters who solved the puzzle and exclaimed: "It's Wen Yansha! Isn't it the material for refining the Yellow Tiger Axe? This Feng Qixiong was really hidden before, looking at him now, I think he has already practiced the 'Yellow Sand Sutra' in the Three Classics to Xiaocheng! Qi Zi's generation, except for Feng Sheng, I am afraid that it will be difficult for him to have an opponent! Fortunately, Lao Tzu bought him!" After speaking, he laughed to himself.

After a while, the "Yellow Sand Sutra" and the Yellow Tiger Axe were transmitted back to the ears of Hou Tao and several people.

"The Yellow Sand Sutra. Ouyang Gao repeated, "The yellow sand is endless, and the divine bones are dark and there is no way back!"

Bai Shu frowned and said, "So powerful!"

Hou Tao suddenly realized and said: "It turned out to be the Yellow Sand Sutra! No wonder you can't control the Yellow Sand if you don't see this black charcoal spell!"

Zhong Mojian was shocked by the Yellow Tiger Axe, and said in a sharp voice: "I didn't expect that guy's Yellow Tiger Axe to be made of Wen Yansha! This is really not easy! The master of refining the axe must be a master!"

Feng Yu'er's face was full of worry: "So, Feng Qixiong has not only practiced the extremely powerful Yellow Sand Sutra, but also has two magic weapons in his hands, one strong and one soft, so Brother Wuchen will be fine, right?"

Dugu Yang was about to say a few words of comfort in a warm voice, but he heard Zhong Mojian say in a sharp voice: "Feng Wuchen must be a dead ......"

"Shut up!" Hou Tao and the others stopped Zhong Mojian's nonsense in unison.

In the ring.

Feng Wuchen was so tired that he was sweating profusely, and it was easy to pull out the jade ruler. Before he had time to catch his breath, the giant palm over there had already slammed into his front with a roar. After a slight hesitation, the sword in his right hand pointed at a point, and hurriedly cast the Flame Meniscus Knife, and the three rounds of fire knives turned sharply and went straight up.

After a "rustle" sound, the giant palm turned into yellow sand flying in the air again, and the three rounds of fire knives were also half smaller, only the size of a bowl, but the speed did not decrease at all, and with the wave of Feng Wuchen's fingers, it slashed towards Feng Qixiong as fast as lightning.

Feng Qixiong half-narrowed his eyes and closed his palms in front of his chest. The wild sand surged, a pair of sand palms suddenly formed, and with a "bang" sound, they were all together, and the three rounds of fire knives were tightly wrapped in the palms, and Feng Wuchen hurriedly cast a spell, wanting to control the fire knives to break out. However, the three-wheeled fire knife was like entering a quagmire, and the more it struggled, the deeper it became, and Feng Wuchen had no choice but to give up. In a moment, the three-wheeled fire knife completely disappeared into the sand palm.

Feng Qixiong snorted coldly, turned his palm into a fist, and the two sand fists smashed towards Feng Wuchen with the sound of the wind. Feng Wuchen thought to himself that this sand was strangely tight, and it was not suitable to be defeated, so he could only outwit it. Hurriedly stepped away and flashed to the side. Since yesterday's battle with Feng Qijiao, he entered that mysterious and mysterious state of self-forgetfulness, and his body method has unconsciously been much faster than before. A few afterimages flashed, and Feng Wuchen quickly escaped. The toes were a little on the Feng Xun position, and he raised his two feet, making a move to see through the oblique light, and he flew towards Feng Qixiong.

Feng Qixiong reached out with his right hand, took the long axe from behind his back, grasped the handle of the axe with both hands, and made a move to "sweep away thousands of troops". Feng Wuchen didn't want to resist hard, and planned to bypass it from the right, avoid the real and the virtual, and overcome his fierceness with his own agility. Just about to jump away, he saw a yellow tiger axe suddenly appear out of thin air on the left and right sides of Feng Qixiong, which was the same as the one in his hand.

Feng Wuchen looked at it carefully, and then found that the texture of the two extra big axes was slightly rough, like the giant fist and the giant palm, all of which were condensed from yellow sand. In this way, it makes Feng Wuchen a headache, and rashly attacking will only suffer the enemy on his back. After a slight hesitation, his toes were a little on the thunder shock position, and he hurriedly retreated to the wind position.

Feng Qixiong sneered: "You guts doghead, do you plan to be a mouse all the time?"

Feng Wuchen naturally didn't eat his agitated generals, and responded-for-tat: "You blackbird Hugh is going to make a big fuss, catch up with me first!"

"Look for death!" Feng Qixiong was furious, turned the axe in his hand, and slashed straight down in midair. Overhead, three sand axes took shape, slashing down with a howling wind. Feng Wuchen turned around and fled, while secretly thinking about how to deal with it. I thought to myself: "If you don't want to find a way to restrain these broken sand first, Feng Qixiong is like having three heads and six arms, and he can't win him at all." It's just that this thing is really a lot and weird, how to deal with it?"

Under the ring.

Many gamblers fled like rats when they saw Feng Wuchen, and they still refused to accept their fate, so that they couldn't exchange their gambling tickets into shiny spirit stones for a long time, and they couldn't help but be a little annoyed.

Someone scolded: "Dead mouse, what kind of ability is running around!"

In a word, Feng Wuchen has the nickname of "dead mouse".

Someone chimed in: "Dead mouse, don't die obediently......"

For a while, there was scolding and everything, which was unbearable.

Hou Tao and a few people glanced at each other angrily, and everyone was inexplicable, only when they were betting on the wind and dust, and now they saw that they were going to lose, and they were not convinced, and they had nowhere to sow, so they were angry at them. They were even happier, and their cries grew louder and louder. Hou Tao was outnumbered, but he was helpless.

In the ring.

Feng Qixiong frowned, both surprised by the subtlety of Feng Wuchen's body method, but also annoyed that he was just running around, and he still refused to fight hard with himself. The hand turned the long axe, and the sand axe smashed down one after another, and the sound of "boom" was endless, shaking the ring, but the wind and dust could always escape from the gap.

Feng Qixiong shouted angrily: "You guts dog, do you plan to run away like this?"

"I want you dead blackbird!" replied as Feng Wuchen ran.

"Dog head, if you are serious, I can't help you?" Feng Qixiong half-narrowed his eyes, reversed the long axe and inserted it into the axe buckle behind his back, and pinched it slowly with both hands, "Look where you are running this time!" Gritting his teeth, he held up the magic trick with both hands, and his movements were very slow, as if he was carrying some heavy object.

Feng Wuchen had a bad premonition, and hurriedly stepped forward, wanting to interrupt Feng Qixiong's spell. At this moment, Feng Qixiong's hands had already been held above his head, and the magic trick "whew" did not reach the rolling yellow sand.

Feng Qixiong snorted coldly: "Crazy Sand is lost!"

In the next moment, the entire ring became a yellow, orange, and staring blank, and the wind and dust and the wind were all hidden in the yellow sand. Feng Wuchen was afraid that there would be something famous in the sand, so he hurriedly performed the turtle breath technique, not daring to suck the sand into his body. For a while, he couldn't see the things around him clearly, and even his divine consciousness was greatly hindered in this yellow sand, and he couldn't distinguish the real things, so he didn't dare to move rashly, and he was on guard.

Suddenly, I only heard a rapid sound of breaking wind from behind, and Feng Wuchen hurriedly turned around and waved his ruler, but there was nothing. When he was startled, his consciousness moved, and something rushed over on the right, and he hurriedly raised his ruler again to deal with it, but he was empty again. Several times in a row, it was like this, and he was both nervous and irritable. But there is no good way to deal with it for a while, and I am helpless.

There was another sharp sound, like a crack, and Feng Wuchen looked at it coldly and was not in a hurry to make a move. As the sound got closer, I saw a vague outline, which seemed to be a sand axe. After being aggrieved for so long, he finally saw a real thing, and he naturally riveted enough to smash this sand axe.

As soon as he took a step here, the two rulers had already been handed out, and he was about to meet the sand axe that was coming from the rapid attack. But suddenly his consciousness flickered, his heart beat violently, and he hurriedly changed his moves, leaned over and rolled on the spot, and made a very indecent move, "donkey rolling". Narrowly dodged from under the sand axe, did not dare to stop for a moment, and the toes were a little above the water barrier, and flew towards the fire position.

There was a "bang" sound. Where Feng Wuchen had just landed, a long axe suddenly appeared, which was the Yellow Tiger Axe.

Feng Wuchen was shocked, patted his chest, and said in his heart: "It's so dangerous! It's a shame that I've been cultivating Shenyang Gong, and my divine sense is not weak, otherwise, I would definitely become a ghost under the axe this time!"

In the distance, the angry shout of Feng Qixiong sounded: "Damn!" Then, the yellow tiger axe spun in place and disappeared into the yellow sand.

Feng Wuchen hurriedly went on guard, thinking: "The enemy is dark and I am clear, and the attack is unexpected! If this continues, even if you are not killed by him, you will have to be scared to death by him, and you have to quickly think of a way!"

Under the ring.

They can't see anything, they can't hear anything, they can only think on their own, but they are really anxious.

Someone said: "You say, how are Feng Qixiong and Feng Wuchen fighting?"

Someone said: "It must be Feng Qixiong who has the upper hand, and he has already beaten Feng Wuchen all over the ground to find teeth!"

Someone said in disbelief: "How can someone over there say that Feng Wuchen has beaten Feng Qixiong several times?"

The person who spoke before was not convinced: "How is it possible? Who said that?"

The man pointed to the side, only to see Hou Tao and Dugu Yang looking at the ring, just as no one was talking about how Feng Wuchen beat Feng Qixiong, as if they could see the scene in the yellow sand.

The people next to him were stunned when they heard this, and a large number of spirit stones seemed to be flying all over the sky uncontrollably, and their faces were blue and white......