Super Treasure Hunter

But Feng Wuhen didn't even know that the elder Wang Zhou Zhong said he didn't know him at all. He had only been in the Zhengqi Sect for less than a day, and he hadn't seen many people in the Sect.

However, since he became the elder of the Zhengqi Sect and succeeded in helping the horse with the identity of the elder of the Zhengqi Sect, he naturally had to do something for the Zhengqi Sect, otherwise he would feel uneasy.

"Feng Wuhen, as the elder of the righteous sect, I have to ask for a word about you that injured the elder Wang. It is better for us to make a bet."

"If I win this competition, you guys from Tianzong will kneel down and apologize to the righteous sect. If I lose, do it with you, dare you dare."

Feng Wuhen chuckled lightly.

"Why don't you dare."

"Ethical Qi Sect is a bunch of wine bags and rice bags, and you want to defeat me. It's just idiotic dreams."

Feng Wuhen agreed to the middle of the week without hesitation. In his opinion, the middle of the week and the elder Wang who was almost killed by them were all the same, and it was not worth mentioning.

Zhou Zhongzhong sneered, fearing that Feng Wuhen wouldn't dare to bet against himself, then it would be boring.

The two faced each other in the ring.

The mid-week aura converges, like a normal person, there is no real strength at all. On the other hand, there is no trace of the wind, and the aura is like a rainbow, like a beast.

Moreover, Feng Wuhen has been famous for a long time, and his reputation in the Nanzhan Empire is very loud. He once faced three opponents of the same strength alone without losing the wind. He thought that he was extremely powerful and ruthless.

Those lazy disciples all stood by Wang Wuyou's side, cheering for Feng Wuhen.

The butler announced the official start of the third competition. The other arenas were already fierce, but Wuhen followed suit in the middle of the week but remained unchanged. The two were looking for each other's flaws.

Feng Wuhen was very arrogant just now and looked down on the middle of the week, but when he was really fighting, he changed his previous arrogance and looked at the middle of the week very cautiously.

In the middle of the week, with a smile and a cynical look, I won't move if the enemy doesn't move. Now the two of them are competing to see who has the stronger concentration.

Seeing that Feng Wuhen had not moved, Wang Wuyou was a little worried, but he also knew that he couldn't intervene in the battle between the two, and with Feng Wuhen's strength, he could definitely defeat Zhou Zhong easily.

Feng Wuhen was the first to break the calm, only to see him shout, and the clothes on his body went without wind.

Feng Wuhen breathed in loudly, his entire chest bulged, and then roared towards Zhou Zhong. The huge sound was deafening, and the disciples under the ring were covering their ears.

Zhou Zhong held his hands behind him, and looked at Feng Wuhen without changing his face. Invisible wind blades shot out towards Zhou Zhong.

Zhou Zhong gave a chuckle, and moved quickly, avoiding Feng Wuhen's attack.

Feng Wuhen's trick is just a test of the depth of the week, and he never thought that it could hurt the middle of the week.

However, Feng Wuhen's attack did not stop. His hands were constantly waving in the air, and a wind blade formed where his fingers passed.

Countless wind blades blocked almost all retreats in the middle of the week.

In the middle of the week, I wanted to call out a bone sword to slay all the wind blades, but I was afraid that I would be discovered by laziness, so I could only dispel this idea.

Instead, he changed his attack behavior and looked for opportunities to approach Feng Wuhen while constantly avoiding Feng Wuhen's Wind Blade.

The bone sword in the middle of the week, the nirvana, and the opening of the sky are probably known to the people of the gods, so these moves can not be used, only the two rituals are the moves that I have only recently realized.

"Lv Fengtian, aren't you trying to get justice for Elder Wang? What are you waiting for? Use your trick, otherwise you won't have a chance at all."

Feng Wuhen saw that the middle of the week was just evading and stimulating, trying to psychologically affect the middle of the week and thus affect his performance.

But in the middle of the week, he didn't eat his style at all, avoiding Feng Wuhen's attack calmly.

"In that case, I'm not welcome."

Feng Wuhen thought that he would be irritated by his words in the middle of the week, but it did not achieve the desired effect.

Feng Wuhen raised his right hand, a mini tornado suddenly appeared in his palm, and then flung it towards Zhou Zhong.

As soon as the mini tornado was let go, it skyrocketed rapidly, and the surrounding air was swept into it by the whirling tornado.

The disciple under the ring suddenly felt difficulty breathing.

A brilliant light flashed in Zhou Zhong's eyes, and he didn't expect that Feng Wuhen would really have twice.

Performing two rituals in the middle of the week, hitting hundreds of punches in front of him, and the high-speed swinging fists directly punched out a vacuum space in front of him.

The tornado released by Feng Wuhen enters the vacuum space and dissipates instantly.

Feng Wuhen looked at Zhou Zhong with a look of astonishment. He didn't expect that his moves would be cracked so easily by Zhou Zhong.

"Yes, it seems that I underestimated you, but then it won't be so easy."

Feng Wuhen stretched out his arms, making claws with his five fingers, and then swung his arms forward fiercely.

In the middle of the week, a strong sense of oppression suddenly appeared on both sides of the week and was approaching him.

Two wind walls, one on the left and the right, flanked the middle of the city, and the high-speed airflow formed a wind wall with sufficient destructive power to crush the middle of the city to death.

This move is powerful, but it also has a fatal weakness, that is, the caster must control the wind wall, but he cannot move.

Seeing Feng Wuhen standing on the spot, the corners of Zhou Zhong's mouth rose slightly.

The actual combat experience in the middle of the week can completely crush Feng Wuhen, so the flaw in Feng Wuhen's trick was quickly discovered.

The two wind walls are getting closer and closer to him.

Zhou Zhong's clothes had been torn open several times, but Zhou Zhong didn't care, but rushed towards Feng Wuhen at an accelerated rate.

The distance between the two wind walls is getting closer and closer, and the space left in the middle of the week is also getting smaller.

Feng Wuhen looked at Zhou Zhong who was rushing towards him, with mockery in his eyes.

"Do you think you can pass my wall of wind quickly? Stop dreaming, all righteous people deserve to die, and you are the first."

Feng Wuhen yelled and clasped his hands tightly together. The two wind walls were already tightly attached to each other, but the scene he wanted to see did not appear. Zhou Zhong suddenly disappeared in front of him, the wind wall. There is nothing in it.

"Are you looking for me?"

Feng Wuhen's voice suddenly appeared in the middle of the week.

Feng Wuhen didn't have time to think, waved his arms and hit behind him, but he went to empty space.

"On top!"

Wang Wuyou exclaimed, reminding Feng Wuhen, but it was too late, and in the middle of the week he waved his arms fiercely and hit Feng Wuhen's shoulder again.

The huge force directly smashed Feng Wuhen's legs into the ring.

Feng Wuhen spit out blood, Zhou Zhong rotated a circle in the air and then landed steadily. He lifted his leg and kicked directly on Feng Wuhen's chest.

Controlled the strength during this kick, but still brought Feng Wuhen into the ring.

Feng Wuhen's legs plowed two deep gullies on the ring.