Before the time came, Feng Wuchen came to War Horse Mountain alone, yawning, twisting his neck, and shaking his waist all the way, giving people a feeling of old dragon clock. I thought that I had come so early, and I would be able to enjoy the freshness and tranquility of "empty mountains and new rains" for a while. However, the fact is that it is difficult for him to even get close to his "Yi Chou".

While surprised, he was also a little puzzled: "What's wrong with these people? Is it so important to them who wins and loses? Could it be that they all have a very good relationship with Feng Qixiong?"

In fact, he didn't know that most of these enthusiastic officials did not have a particularly good relationship with Feng Qixiong, but had a particularly good relationship with money. Now the competition is coming to an end, and these gamblers are no longer keeping, and they have all placed heavy bets, wanting to seize the last opportunity to make a fortune.

On the other hand, the reason why he came to the ring so early was not all because he liked the empty mountain after the new rain, but more because he wanted to "meet" the beautiful woman he had in mind.

However, the "chance encounter" was really not easy, he searched the entire mountain, shuttled through the crowded crowd several times, until the presiding elder appeared, but he couldn't find that familiar figure.

A dull horn sounded, and Feng Wuchen shook his head gently, thinking that she must have been entangled in something particularly important, and she couldn't get out at all.

The smiling presiding elder in the ring said in a majestic voice: "The children of the contestants are full of wind and dust!"

Feng Wuchen took a deep breath, tapped his feet on the ground, and jumped into the ring. The moment before he landed, Feng Qixiong had already landed opposite him.

Feng Wuchen carefully looked at the young man in front of him, and saw that he was slender, with long hair and a shawl like a waterfall, and his appearance was also very good, but his face was very dark, as if he had been coated with ink.

"Boy, have you seen enough?" Feng Qixiong said coldly with a dark face (maybe just expressionless).

Feng Wuchen quickly put away his curious gaze, and lowered his head weakly, thinking that his face must be red.

"The competition begins!"

As soon as the gong sounded, Feng Qixiong flipped his palms, and there was a small yellow cloth bag in his left hand, and a huge yellow axe in his right hand.

As soon as the yellow axe came out, the audience was boiling.

Someone said: "What kind of magic weapon is the yellow axe in Feng Qixiong's hand?

Someone shook his head and said, "This feels like it's definitely not a magic weapon!

Someone was surprised: "Could it be that this is the rumored Yellow Tiger Axe?"

"It seems to be a yellow tiger axe......

In the ring, Feng Wuchen also summoned a pair of jade rulers. Feng Qixiong swept coldly, the corners of his mouth rose, and he sketched a grim smile: "Boy, I don't want to surrender now if I don't want to lack arms and legs......!"

"Just let the horses come!" Feng Wuchen said with a jade ruler in his hand, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Suffer death!" Feng Qixiong sneered and threw the cloth bag in his left hand into the air, and slapped a handprint at the cloth bag from afar. The sack then opened its mouth, and the yellow sand rolled down, like a waterfall that rushed down to 3,000 feet.

There was another commotion in the audience, and everyone was talking about what kind of name this unseen spell was.

Feng Wuchen frowned slightly, although he didn't know what Feng Qixiong was trying to do, but he knew that he must not let this guy do whatever he wanted. His hands quickly formed handprints, and he shouted softly, "The wind blows the clouds away", and a gust of wind suddenly rolled up from behind him, and in an instant, the rootless yellow sand was blown away, and the sky was all over the sky.

Regarding Feng Wuchen's "troublemaking", Feng Qixiong seemed very generous, just snorted coldly, and then put up his sand.

So, the two of them continued to be busy in the ring, one somehow putting sand and the other inconsequentially blowing the wind. This made the gamblers who placed heavy bets very dissatisfied, and there was a sudden ridicule in the ring.

Someone said, "What are they doing here? Won't the magic weapon be used?"

Another said, "These two guys aren't going to play with the sand all the time, are they?"

There is also a human: "This is to amuse us......"

Just when there was a lot of discussion in the audience, Feng Qixiong slapped seven or eight handprints at the yellow sand scattered in the air, and the yellow sand immediately began to roll and twist. In the blink of an eye, there were thousands of more than three feet long yellow arrows in the air, smashing towards Feng Wuchen like hail with a sharp sound of breaking wind.

Feng Wuchen's pupils shrank, and with a pat of the storage bag with his right hand, dense pine needles appeared in front of him, like a green cloud. In the depths of the green cloud, he quickly formed a handprint, and the movements of his hand became faster and faster, and the green cloud churned more and more violently.

"Big waves!"

With a soft shout, the huge green cloud turned into wave after wave of green waves, rising into the sky, and without fear collided with the yellow arrows.

These pine needles are called "Feiyun Needles", a first-order high-grade magic weapon, and this second-order middle-grade spell "Ju Lang Tao Tao" are all won by him from Dugu Yang last night, and it didn't take much effort, only two punches were drawn to win in his hand. In fact, he didn't know that Dugu Yang deliberately lost to him, and he didn't know that the reason why Dugu Yang was like this was to secretly atone for his sins. Dugu Yang realized that he had been calculated by Feng Qijiao, and he felt that he couldn't go away, but he didn't dare to admit it to his face, so he had to use this euphemistic method to make up for his mistakes and express his apologies.

Feng Wuchen looked at the spell duel crackling in the air with some nervousness. After a burst of anticipation and apprehension in clenched fists, a smile finally appeared on his face. After a period of needlepoint fighting against Maimang, the yellow arrows turned into yellow sand again, and the waves of pine waves, although they were already a little messy, still had the strength to fight again.

On the other side, Feng Qixiong saw that his spell had been broken, but he didn't panic at all, just smiled coldly, and then raised his right palm towards the scattered yellow sand.

There was no seal, no mantra, but the scattered yellow sand was all consciously condensed. In the blink of an eye, the yellow sand in the sky condensed into a yellow giant palm in the eyes of many bewildered eyes, and the posture and texture were exactly the same as the palm stretched out by Feng Qixiong.

Under the ring, there were immediately bursts of exclamations.

"Lamb, what's going on? This black charcoal didn't cast a spell, how did he control the yellow sand? Could it be that there is something strange about that sand?" Hou Tao frowned, puzzled.

Ouyang Gao shook his head and said, "I don't know, I've never seen it before!" and looked at Zhong Mojian again, who was pushing away a woman leaning against him with a look of disdain.

This Zhong Mojian has never been to War Horse Mountain, and even since he was stationed, he has never been out of his little broken nest, and he doesn't know what he has been messing with recently. He didn't want to come this time, but he was dragged out by Hou Tao. Hou Tao was also kind-hearted, afraid that he would make rations for small bedbugs in the broken nest, so he pulled him out to bask in the sun.

"Dead monkey, you are so stupid!" Dugu Yang looked like "only Lao Tzu is wise, you are all stupid", "How could that guy not cast a spell, he must have secretly played some trick to cover your ears and eyes!"

"Adulter, you are well-informed, he will definitely not be able to hide your ears and eyes, but you can tell me how he casts the spell!" Of course, he knew why Dugu Yang was so pompous, but he just didn't want this lewd demon to show off in front of Feng Yu'er as he wished.

"This ......" Dugu Yang's face was suffocated, and a hot breath surged to his face, "It's natural, of course he can't completely deceive my sharp eyes, I have just seen some clues." If he dares to do it again, I'll be able to see through his tricks completely!"

In the ring.

"Suffer death!" Feng Qixiong's face showed a sinister and vicious smile, and the palm of his raised hand glowed with dazzling yellow light, and he slapped it vigorously towards Feng Wuchen from afar.

Above the sky, the huge palm also glowed with yellow light, which looked dazzling in the sun, and with the gesture of Feng Qixiong, it slammed down, bringing bursts of violent wind, as if it could destroy the world and destroy the earth.

Feng Wuchen was shocked in his heart, he didn't know what his expression was now, he didn't know if he showed a cowardly look that made people snicker, he only knew that his face was tight, and he couldn't pretend to be calm at all. Although it has only been a short time since the fight, and the yellow sand in the sky has not shown invincible strength, he is very jealous of this yellow sand, and he has always had a bad premonition in his heart.

In the face of such an amazing palm, Feng Wuchen couldn't care about preserving his strength, and once again spared no effort to exert the "giant waves".

In the blink of an eye, the giant palm met the dense Feiyun needle. Suddenly, the wind was fierce, the thunder was rolling, and the yellow sand and pine needles were flying all over the sky, covering the sky and the sun, as if they had reached the end of the world.

The Giant Waves Wave Spell is indeed powerful, but the Giant Palm is even better.

After the giant palm smashed the layers of green clouds, although its power was greatly reduced, it became a remnant palm with only three small half-amputated fingers and two small finger flippers, but it was not a trivial matter to slap on a person's body like this, and Feng Wuchen naturally did not dare to guard against it.

He silently used Xuangong, tapped the ground with the soles of his feet, made a move to "help the clouds go straight up", and took the initiative to meet the remnants of the palms with two rulers in his hands, intending to completely destroy the yellow sand that made him a little uneasy.

A pair of jade rulers slapped effortlessly into the crippled palms, as if they were slapped in a puddle of mud, and the process was so smooth that Feng Wuchen felt a little weak. He subconsciously wanted to retract the two feet, and the two feet could pull out of the ground, but it was very slow and laborious, as if he had fallen into a swamp. At this moment, another identical giant palm formed in the air.

"Boy, don't work in vain, just die obediently!" Feng Qi was full of ambition, revealing an expression looking down on the common people. Again and again effortlessly slapped the palm, and the giant palm struck again.

Under the ring.

Hou Tao's brows became tighter and tighter, and he couldn't figure out how Qi Xiong cast the spell, and when he caught a glimpse of Dugu Yang, he said, "Obscenity, have you seen through his little tricks?"

"This ......" Duguyang tried hard to find a way to get off the stage.

Zhong Mojian, who had not spoken, suddenly said thoughtfully: "This ...... This is Wen Yansha!"