Defying the Martial Way to Burn the Heavens

Zuo Feng looked at the figure lying in the corner in the distance with a look of disbelief, his heart still recovering from the shock. It wasn't until the young man named Ding Hao sat up against the corner that he slowly closed his open mouth.

This continuous push hand technique itself is a crude method of leveraging force, but this extremely useless technique is very useful to Zuo Feng, because this technique uses force to break force. The greater your power, the greater the effect you can exert.

When Zuo Feng twisted his body just now, he was simultaneously neutralizing the opponent's strength and simultaneously attacking the opponent with the weight of the "Prison Lock". The already huge power coupled with the terrifying weight of the prison lock caused more damage than Zuo Feng expected.

The young man named Ding Hao sat in the corner and took a few quick breaths, then smiled at Zuo Feng with a hint of ferocity on his face. He raised his hand to wipe away the blood at the corner of his mouth, and then took out an exquisite red gourd from among the many wine bottles on his waist.

Zuo Feng couldn't help but narrowed his eyes slightly when he saw this, 'Could it be that Ding Hao also chose to take drugs to improve like Fujikata? ’

Thinking of this, Zuo Feng couldn't help but frown slightly, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes. As if he saw what Zuo Feng was thinking, Ding Hao smiled and said: "The wine in my jug was created by my master. Combining it with my exercises can make my body more flexible, and it doesn't There will be no side effects."

The young man named Ding Hao said this and shook his head with a smile, and continued: "I didn't need to explain so much to you originally, and I don't know why I talked so much today. But your boy's strength is really extraordinary. Qiang, fighting with you makes me feel happy no matter whether I win or lose, so I have to reach my peak so that I won’t leave any regrets.”

When Zuo Feng heard this, he couldn't help but feel solemn in his heart. This is a pure warrior, and he deserves his respect. Thinking of this, Zuo Feng nodded slightly and said, "You are a very good opponent. I apologize to you for treating you as a bitch of a county guard before."

The long-haired young man named Ding Hao was stunned for a moment when he heard these words, and then he laughed so hard that tears almost came to his eyes. After a long while, he stopped laughing, took out a gourd from his waist and threw it towards Zuo Feng, and said casually: "I really like you, kid. This is the 'Wangyou Druid' I brewed by myself. Except for you, I’ve never given it to anyone else.”

After the long-haired young man finished speaking, he watched Zuo Feng's reaction. Zuo Feng reached out and took the wine bottle thrown by the other party. He stared at the wine bottle in his hand with a deep frown and hesitated. After pondering for a moment, he raised his head and said, "I have never drank alcohol before."

Hearing what Zuo Feng said, a look of disdain flashed across Ding Hao's face, but just as this look appeared on his face, Zuo Feng continued: "But since you are so kind, then I will It’s disrespectful.”

After saying that, he uncorked the bottle and slowly raised it. After listening to Zuo Feng's subsequent words and actions, the long-haired young man laughed and also raised the red wine bottle in his hand. Then the two looked at each other and took a big sip at the same time.

As soon as the wine entered his mouth, Zuo Feng felt a chill from his throat straight into his stomach, and then the chill instantly turned into a slight warmth. At the same time, the mouth and nose were filled with a light fragrance. What surprised Zuo Feng was that streams of spiritual energy slowly grew in Nahai.

'This wine actually has the effect of restoring spiritual energy, and it is even better than my "Resurrection Powder". ' Zuo Feng couldn't help but think in surprise, and then he casually tied the wine bottle around his waist.

Seeing Zuo Feng's move, the young man named Ding Hao was also stunned. He pointed at Zuo Feng and said, "You...you."

"What are you talking about? Since it is my brother's kindness, I will naturally accept it."

Zuo Feng took it for granted, and then patted the wine bottle on his waist provocatively. Na Ding Hao couldn't help but smile bitterly when he saw this. His original intention was to invite the other party to have a drink, and at the same time he also wanted to test the strength of the young man in front of him. Unexpectedly, Zuo Feng was indeed very generous. Not only did he drink the wine on the spot, but he also took the rest of the wine away with him.

Nodding helplessly, Na Ding Hao continued: "This wine will be kept with you. If you can beat me, this wine will naturally belong to you. If you lose in my hands, don't blame me for being stingy." ”

Although Ding Hao seemed to say it casually, his "Wangyou Zui" was brewed with many precious medicinal materials. Although it is not extremely precious, it can also be said to be of great value.

Zuo Feng shrugged noncommittally, looking indifferent. The long-haired Ding Hao smiled again, raised the delicate red wine bottle in his hand and drank it in one gulp, and then tied the small bottle around his waist again with great care. Then he sat cross-legged and began to use his spiritual power to dissolve the wine, without any precaution against Zuo Feng.

Zuo Feng chuckled and slowly sat down, imitating the other person's example and started to adjust his breath.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the young man named Ding Hao slowly opened his eyes. Zuo Feng also sensed this at the same time and opened his eyes to look across. The two of them stood up at the same time. Both of them looked serious at this time and saluted with clasped fists at the same time. This kind of etiquette that only appears in fair competitions between warriors may only happen to the two of them in this spiral tower.

After the two saluted each other, they took steps and rushed towards the middle. The first one to attack was Ding Hao. His speed was still faster than Zuo Feng with the "prison lock". Ding Hao's body was obviously more flexible than before. When he was two feet away from Zuo Feng, he jumped up suddenly and threw out punches and kicks while rolling in the air.

Zuo Feng's gaze was focused as he dodged the opponent's punch and accurately met the opponent's subsequent kick. This time in the fight, Zuo Feng suffered a slight loss. He was kicked by his opponent and was knocked backwards for seven or eight steps before he could regain his balance.

Looking calmly at Ding Hao, who was rushing towards him again, Zuo Feng showed a meaningful smile on his lips. His hands were relaxed, as if they were not open or clenched. When the opponent punched him again, he seemed to be blocking the opponent's attack, but he suddenly withdrew his strength at the moment when the two collided.

Ding Hao felt as if he had touched Zuo Feng, but his fist felt weak and unforced. Then he felt his fist tightening and being grabbed by Zuo Feng.

Zuo Feng took Ding Hao by surprise. While grabbing the opponent's fist, he continued to pull it into his arms, and then suddenly sent it forward. Then there was a slight crisp sound from Ding Hao's wrist, and Ding Hao quickly kicked his fist back with a side kick.

He looked at Zuo Feng with slightly narrowed eyes. The fist that Zuo Feng had just grabbed twisted slightly, and he couldn't help but have a look of pain on his face. He said with some surprise: "What is the name of this technique? This is the first time I have seen it."

Zuo Feng smiled and said, "I figured out this technique by myself, and you are the first one to try it."

Ding Hao was obviously extremely shocked by this. Zuo Feng's method was extremely weird, and it could be said to be extremely powerful in close combat. If he hadn't drank the wine from the red gourd before and his body had been strengthened again, his wrist bones would have been broken on the spot with just one blow.

"I forgot to tell you that I worked as a village doctor for a year. I was sloppy in using medicine, but I was very good at setting bones. If I can do it, I can also remove it naturally. Let's call this technique the 'Bone Removal Method'!"

Zuo Feng said casually, and the young man named Ding Hao across from him looked shocked. The young man in front of him, who looked to be fifteen or sixteen years old, had good cultivation and great strength. He was also a doctor. It sounded like he had just come up with the name of this technique, how could he not be shocked by this.

This "Bone Removal Technique" was indeed the name that Zuo Feng came up with himself. In the last hall on the third floor, he took out another book when he was studying "Lianrou Push Hands", which was the same book that Zhuang Yu had used in Zuo Feng's book that day. Jiacun gave him the "bone-setting method" as a gift. He had some experience in bone setting, and combined with this book, he suddenly came up with the idea of ​​combining bone removal and moves.

"Good boy, it seems that if I don't use my true skills, I will really fall into your hands today."

Ding Hao said with a smile, and his body suddenly started to shake again, which looked very similar to the way he had drunk too much at the beginning. But this time, his movements became obviously weirder. As his body swayed, three afterimages quickly appeared where Ding Hao was.

As the afterimage appeared, Zuo Feng immediately frowned, but his feet moved equally quickly, his elbows slightly bent and dancing gently in front of him. While Zuo Feng cautiously dealt with the opponent's strange moves, he also carefully observed the changes in Ding Hao's footsteps and the coordination between his lower body and upper body.

The next moment, the three afterimages transformed by Ding Hao suddenly seemed to be floating over. The three figures' six arms stretched out to attack Zuofeng at the same time. Zuo Feng waved his arms. Although the reality of these arms could not be completely seen, he could vaguely see that the real attack was among the four arms on the left.

The next moment, the opponent's attack was coming. Zuo Feng ignored the afterimage on the right and concentrated on dealing with the two figures on the left. Four arms attacked quickly. Zuo Feng, who was under the influence of "Prison Lock", still missed the punch on the left side of his mouth after resisting three times.

Zuo Feng, however, did not panic at all. He tightened his left arm and met the opponent's fist with his shoulder. The moment his fist touched the body, Zuo Feng's shoulders shook slightly, and he actually released most of the force, and then slammed back towards the opponent.

It was obvious that Ding Hao had never seen this kind of attack before, so he immediately dodged away. Two of the three afterimages disappeared immediately, revealing his true figure.

"Hmph. Come again!"

Zuo Feng's fighting spirit seemed to be aroused at this moment. He shouted and rushed forward, making sure to take the initiative to suppress his opponent before he launched the afterimage again.

"good."

Ding Hao also roared excitedly, and no longer activated the afterimage but jumped forward. Both of them fight quickly to gain the initiative.

Then in the hall, a series of sounds of "bang...bang, bang..." the collision of flesh and force sounded one after another.