"The fourth game of Group A: Feng Baobao vs. Xiao Xiao. Players from both sides please enter!"
"The fourth game of Group B: Feng Xingtong vs. Deng Youcai. Players from both sides please enter!"
Almost at the same time, the last game of the two venues started, and four contestants entered the venue respectively.
Feng Baobao, who looked dumb, faced Xiao Xiao, who was wearing a gray-blue coat and holding a folding fan in his hand, looking like a crosstalk actor.
Deng Youcai, wearing big trousers, flip-flops, a big gold chain and a small vest, was very kind to the world.
Although the two games had some twists and turns, the final result was as Jiang Xin expected.
Xiao Xiao's soul blowing was indeed difficult to deal with, but Feng Baobao's inhuman body skills could always dodge the oncoming blows at the last moment.
Perhaps the seniors who created Qi-Blowing had a way to deal with this kind of opponent with weird movements, but Xiao Xiao obviously didn't learn the essence of it.
Facing Feng Baobao who kept jumping back and forth in the field, he actually fell into a passive position for a while.
Without blowing his breath, Feng Baobao could get close to him and finish him off within minutes.
But if he keeps blowing his breath, apart from other things, he himself will not be able to sustain this kind of consumption, and in the end he will most likely be consumed alive by himself.
So, after some thought, he decided to repeat the same trick and use the method he used to deal with Quanzhen Huang Ming - continuous blowing!
But unfortunately, he still underestimated Feng Baobao's sensitivity.
Even though he used the folding fan to block the front blowing action to the maximum extent, he still couldn't completely hit Feng Baobao.
After enduring the aftermath of blowing his breath, Feng Baobao became more and more like a cat, harassing him from time to time.
Although these actions did not cause any damage to him, they invisibly took the initiative of the entire game into his hands.
Now, although Xiao Xiao's constant blowing looks scary, in fact, whether he uses blowing is completely out of his own hands, and all depends on Feng Baobao's attack rhythm.
Whenever Xiao Xiao wants to stop and adjust his breath to restore his own consumption, Feng Baobao will jump up. However, once Xiao Xiao's luck is completed and he can no longer take back his breath, Feng Baobao will immediately leave and avoid the blower quickly.
attack.
Since this time, people outside the court who couldn't see the situation clearly felt that Xiao Xiao's blowing was very majestic and sent Feng Baobao running around, with no place to gain a foothold.
But those with some eyesight, including Xiao Xiao himself, knew that Feng Baobao, who looked like a mouse and was running around like a mouse, was the cat, while the majestic and motionless Xiao Xiao was the mouse.
The cat was jumping around and playing, but the mouse was obviously cornered and could no longer move.
I don't know why, but Xiao Xiao has a completely different mentality than Qi Ling and the others. Even though he was at a disadvantage and in a desperate situation, he still did not choose to surrender to save energy and stood tenaciously on the field.
Ten minutes later, Xiao Xiao became the first player to collapse from exhaustion due to being in a state of mental stress for a long time, coupled with the huge consumption of blowing his breath.
Feng Baobao, who seemed to be running up and down like a monkey, won the competition without even touching Xiao Xiao, causing the audience to be in an uproar.
Xiao Xiao vs. Feng Baobao, Feng Baobao wins.
Compared to the grinding pace of Group A, the match in Group B ended so quickly that it was unbelievable.
With Ju Ling's general in hand, Feng Xingtong, the leader of the world, is the nemesis of all spiritual beings.
The so-called family immortals are essentially spirits who are successful in animal cultivation. Their true bodies are far away in the Northeast. If they want to lend their power, they can only possess Deng Youcai in the form of a spirit body.
And when Deng Youcai used his own secret technique to invite the Gray Immortal worshiped in his family, his defeat was already doomed.
Not only was Feng Xingtong able to advance smoothly, he even got a powerful spiritual body that he could temporarily use.
16 people, 8 groups, were divided into two venues. After four games, the day's schedule was completely over.
Tomorrow's match list is also known to everyone.
Wang Ye versus Jiang Xin, Zhang Chulan versus Feng Baobao, Xiao Huoshen versus Zhang Lingyu, Feng Xingtong versus Deng Youfu.
As the sun sets, the originally noisy arena gradually calms down, but everyone's hearts cannot be calm.
I saw with my own eyes that the incredibly powerful Gray Immortal who had been practicing for hundreds of years was reduced to a plaything in the hands of a teenage child.
It was only at this time that these extraordinary people truly realized how powerful the Eight Magic Skills were that made waves in the past.
Not to mention anything else, just this one-handed command of spirits is enough for all the witches in the world to be unable to raise their heads in front of its owner. The so-called century-old elves and ghosts are just tools that are readily available.
At first, Wang Bing used Ju Ling to send generals and still defeated Jiang Xin's men. Now it seems that the guy himself is not good at learning.
Everyone thought secretly in their hearts, and the desire for the Eight Wonders of Skills unconsciously arose in their hearts.
...
"This is troublesome. Wang Ye, Taoist Priest Wang, and Jiang Xin, who has weird methods, it's hard to tell who will be my opponent..."
Scratching his chin with his hand, Zhang Chulan unconsciously raised his head and looked at Feng Bao Bao, who looked like a goose on his side: "Sister Bao'er, let me ask you something. If I fight with the two of you, who has a higher probability of winning?"
Feng Baobao scratched his head and replied honestly: "You can't win."
"Tsk, I can't win either one..." Hearing Feng Baobao's return, Zhang Chulan fell silent again. Suddenly, a crazy idea suddenly popped up: How about burying both of them?
"No, no! The master's office may have to kill me that day."
Hastily shook his head to throw away the thoughts in his mind. In the end, Zhang Chulan still didn't think of anything good to say. He could only look at Feng Bao'er: "Sister Bao'er, prepare first. Whoever wins tomorrow, we will
Who to bury!"
"Oh, I got it." Feng Baobao made an OK gesture, then turned around and rummaged for something: "Shovel, hemp rope, anesthetic, silver needles... Oh, to deal with that Taoist priest, we also need water..."
Seeing Feng Baobao walking out muttering, Zhang Chulan didn't know what to say: Sister Baoer, you are so professional...
Jiang Xin had already anticipated the improvement in Feng Baobao's burying skills, and even said that Jiang Xin had a lot of credit for it.
At least he taught Feng Baobao the anesthesia, the silver needle sealing acupoints, and the improved binding method based on anti-joint techniques.
Originally, he was planning to tell Feng Baobao that there was a thing called Guanyuan Needle that could be inserted along the Du Vein to seal off the Qi all over a person's body, but he was afraid that this trick might be used on him in the end, so he didn't say anything.
Chapter completed!