Feng Mu, who was sealed in the acupuncture passage and trapped in chains all over his body, was locked in a delicate room, he didn't know the purpose of these people, but an unprecedented struggle had come.

In this battle related to the fortunes of the Ming Dynasty, he is more like an outsider, but he is the focus of contention between the two sides of the battle, and it is also the key to victory.

Feng Mu hadn't drunk water or eaten anything for two days, and these people didn't treat the captives well, and even had a tendency to abuse them.

He believed that as long as he was hungry for a day, even if the other party unlocked his acupuncture points and loosened his iron locks, he would not have the strength to run again.

It is no wonder that the most important thing in marching and fighting is not to arrange troops, nor to attack the heart and counter, but to put grain and grass first.

People are iron, rice is steel, and there is no fighting power when you are hungry. After Feng Mu learned this lesson, he deeply understood the importance of having a full meal, and also laid a foreshadowing for him to march and fight in the future.

Just when he was a little dizzy, a person pushed the door and walked in, this person looked ordinary, his face was thin, looking at his footsteps and figure, he should not know any martial arts.

He took a bowl of gruel and put it in front of Feng Mu, Feng Mu looked at this person strangely, only to see that this person slowly scooped up the porridge with a small wooden spoon and fed it to his mouth.

Feng Mu opened his mouth and ate these things, this bowl of porridge may be poisonous, or it may be a medicine to control his mind, but he can be sure that it will not kill him, and he already knows that he has been hit by the soul dementorship, if the enemy wants to harm him again, why bother.

A bowl of porridge was eaten quickly. Feng Mu's stomach rumbled, and at first he could bear it. But after a bowl of porridge is down, for a hungry person. Instead, it whetted his appetite.

"Bring me two more bowls, no, five. ”

Feng Mu opened his mouth and said, who knew that the man did not have any expression on his face, he just took the bowl away, and did not look at Feng Mu, Feng Mu shouted behind him, the man ignored it and walked out of the room.

Feng Mu looked at his disappearing back. Knowing that this person who doesn't know martial arts is a deaf and dumb disabled person, and only such a person can keep a secret, if it is someone else, how can they rest assured that he will come?

The poison of the Mai monk Ji Xian became deeper and deeper, and in addition to the obvious swelling of his face, his body, which was not obvious, also began to swell, like a ball of dough that had been fermented. The body is twice as large as before.

Everyone looked at Ji Xian, who was like a bucket, and wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, for the poison in him. But there were palpitations, but no one dared to ask the details.

Ji Xian sat on the chair, and his breathing became more and more solemn. Countless images came to his mind, all of which were tragic before. It seemed that the concubine had reappeared in front of him, smiling at him. Despise his indiscretion, despise his wishful thinking.

"I'll kill you!" Ji Xian was furious, and was framed by that woman, making him extremely hateful of women, Shaolin in the Western Regions also has a precept that strictly prohibits women, so he hates women in this world even more extremely.

Controlled by the demons, Ji Xian struck out with a palm, and immediately a person screamed, and his body flew out upside down, smashing the door and shattering his bones.

When his subordinates saw the frantic Ji Xian, they fled one after another, and when Ji Xian heard the movement, he looked at those people.

Those who fled became the cool officials who came after him, whips or knives and forks in their hands, and grinned at him as if they wanted to eat him alive.

"I'm not afraid of you, just come. ”

He shouted again, and rushed towards those people, and a strong internal force poured out, like a river that had burst its embankment and could not be contained.

Several of his subordinates were hit by him, and their muscles and veins were broken on the spot, their bones shattered, and their bodies were killed on the spot.

Ji Xian, who was still hallucinating, could distinguish between reality and fantasy, he looked at the pillar and thought it was the opponents he killed, he looked at the wall and thought it was the thief who saved his life but planned to take someone's head to receive the reward, he saw that everything was his enemy.

The sound of pain kept coming out of his mouth, and he, who was originally high up and outstanding in martial arts, turned out to be like a madman, and he was an ugly madman.

His head had been smashed against the pillar, and his puffy skin had broken a finger-thick gap, from which dark blood flowed.

Accordingly, he broke the pillar and the entire roof collapsed.

Feng Mu, who was in the other room, heard the huge movement outside, and thought that they were besieged by a strong enemy, but it didn't take long for him to hear only one shout, and he understood the truth.

Ji Xian had already suffered a strong backlash because of the poison he had taken before, and he was sealed in the acupoint, and his whole body was locked with iron chains, so naturally he couldn't escape.

At this time, Feng Mu only hoped that this mad man would not break through the wall of his room, otherwise he would only be able to sit and wait for death.

The sane Ji Xian naturally wouldn't kill him, but if he was replaced by Ji Xian, who was already crazy, Feng Mu believed that he would definitely become his subordinate ghost.

Ji Xian kept slapping everything in the house with his palm, and the falling roof was smashed into crumbs by his domineering palm wind.

On the ground was the debris of a place, and Ji Xian's majestic True Yuan vibrated out, forming a gust of wind that drove these debris to fly.

Ji Xian, who was in the clouds of smoke and dust, thought that he had encountered a bull ghost and snake god, his eyes bulged out, and finally became extremely frightened, he waved his palms, wanting to solve any danger he faced.

Driven by the strong wind, the house where Feng Mu was, the wooden wall was finally unable to bear it and was knocked open, Feng Mu was less than three feet away from the crazy Ji Xian, but fortunately, the other party was delirious and did not consciously explore his whereabouts.

In the face of the test of life and death, Feng Mu breathed slightly, if he could, he would rather be able to hold his breath tightly, just beg not to let the madman perceive his location.

Ji Xian shook his head, using his hands and feet together, attacking the enemy who did not exist, he swung out a palm, but he didn't know how to hit his head, only to hear a loud bang, his originally bulging eyes were slapped out in an instant, and he fell to the ground and rolled a few times.

And on the puffy and ugly face, there were only two terrifying blood holes, and Rao was like this, and he did not die on the spot.

He was slapped by himself, he became even more crazy, in the face of unknown darkness, instinctively wanted to protect himself, and the fantasy in his mind kept tormenting him, and it was absolutely difficult for him to stop dying if he didn't exhaust himself.

And Feng Mu couldn't hold on until the time when he killed himself, because Ji Xian, who was like a monster, waved a palm with his right palm, not only intentionally or unintentionally, but actually attacked him directly.

(To be continued.) )