Ouyang Feng's eyes drooped, as if he was asleep. His hands lowered slowly moved to his chest, and he let out a heavy wheezing sound between his breaths, and a strange sound came from his throat.
The sawdust that shattered on the ground also underwent extremely astonishing changes at this moment. It turned out that with Ouyang Feng as the center, it gathered and dispersed in a cycle of Ouyang Feng's breathing, and an extremely terrifying aura shrouded Ouyang Feng.
On his body, everything within one foot is completely under his control.
After three breaths, Ye Cheng clearly noticed that Ouyang Feng's body had changed. It had strangely grown in size, and then shrank back the next moment. He was really like a toad.
The matchmaker who was lying next to her had her eyes shining, and she murmured in her mouth: "Toad Kung Fu, I finally used Toad Kung Fu, this is a peerless martial art!"
Ye Cheng frowned slightly. He didn't expect Ouyang Feng to use such terrifying kung fu against him, which made him seriously doubt what the mission was about. However, he thought with disgust, if the matchmaker practiced this kung fu
, shouldn’t we also learn to be like a toad? This look alone is a bit unacceptable.
After thinking about it, Ye Cheng finally understood the mystery of this Toad Kung Fu, which is to retract and release. The energy contained in this retraction and release is stronger every time, which continuously shrinks the energy all over the body.
Condensation.
Ye Cheng felt that this blow was definitely powerful enough to kill him instantly. He had been forced to the point where he had no choice but to take it. He slowly closed his eyes, ignoring life and death. The spiritual platform in his heart was empty, and the true energy in his body was
It's flowing like crazy again. If you don't want to die, you have to resist.
Ouyang Feng did not rush to attack, but stood silently, controlling his own energy. For a master at the master level like him, it was easy to maintain his internal energy at about 70%. He wanted to look at what was in front of him.
What surprises can this young man bring to him? Even if he is allowed to die, he must die without regrets.
Ye Cheng, who completely forgot about the danger in front of him, had only one thought: to resist this blow and hold on no matter what.
I quickly replayed what I had learned throughout my life in my mind, and finally the picture was fixed on one finger. Monk Shichen of Faquan Temple made a single maha finger and entered hell three times.
Although he didn't know how to use that finger, Ye Cheng could clearly grasp it at this moment. Only that finger could break the most terrifying crisis he had faced since his debut, and he remembered the original Qiankun in his mind.
That finger of Zi, the special attribute of his master is to penetrate, condense the energy into one, and break it bit by bit.
When he heard the master's teachings before, Ye Cheng was just confused. Although he could understand three points, he knew nothing about the remaining 70%. But here and now he was awakened.
The true energy in the body was rolling and immediately gathered at the fingertips, turning like a whirlwind. Even the airflow around the fingertips fluctuated rapidly. After a few breaths, streams of qi energy shot out through the fingertips, and from time to time there was a sound.
Screaming sound.
Ouyang Feng showed a surprised smile on his face, but he had a new evaluation of the person in front of him. Seeing that Ye Cheng was well prepared, he no longer hesitated. He shrunk his aura and moved his right foot forward gently.
He crossed a distance of two feet and pushed a balloon the size of a rubber ball in front of his right palm, hitting Ye Cheng's chest.
Ye Cheng was neither happy nor sad. Although he could feel a destructive power from this terrifying balloon, he still looked at it all with cold eyes. He slowly raised his right hand, and a high-speed rotating cyclone formed in front of his fingers.
A swirling vortex suddenly stepped out and directly hit the balloon pushed by Ouyang Feng, colliding together silently.
Ye Cheng's move just now was not an aimless move, but he caught the moment when Ouyang Feng's left foot was about to land, and struck out with lightning at the moment when his body's center of gravity shifted. This could be regarded as a first-line counterattack found in a critical moment.
Ouyang Feng was becoming more and more amazed at this young man. Whether he grasped the timing or the angle of attack, he was extremely precise. Even some top-level masters may not have this strength, and they are not at the same level as him.
The strong is the enemy, but he is not inferior in terms of momentum. This magnanimity alone is extremely extraordinary.
Although he himself is also a genius, and his nephew is also an extraordinary person, but at this moment, he feels jealous. At their age, their internal strength is on par with Ye Cheng's, but their courage and
There is a huge difference in experience, and I have not yet been able to face a powerful person without changing my expression.
With a seemingly relaxed finger, Ye Cheng felt that the true energy contained in the balloon was far beyond what he thought. The powerful energy kept impacting his body, with thick waves.
Extreme true energy invaded along the fingertips, and in just two breaths, 70% of the true energy in the body was consumed.
If he fails to make a breakthrough, he will be completely torn apart by this terrifying force in the next moment. At this moment, the real balloon in Ouyang Feng's palm expanded violently, and impacted with several times more force than before.
There is only a thin line between life and death. Ye Cheng opened his eyes angrily and shouted: "Break it for me!"
The remaining true energy was immediately twisted into one, forming a tornado, which swept away crazily through the fingertips, drilling continuously on the inflated balloon, and in one breath, a storm was created, surging.
The force of the attack flew in all directions, hitting the surrounding wooden tables, hall pillars, and stone slabs, leaving deep pits.
When Ye Cheng's fingertips touched Ouyang Feng's palm, he knew that he had won the bet. The highly condensed true balloon exploded uncontrollably as if it had been punctured, and the violent true energy immediately exploded.
It was so violent that even the matchmaker who deliberately withdrew from the battle circle was almost injured by several waves of energy.
Although Ye Cheng burst this threatening real balloon, he was not happy at all. At this moment, he seemed to be standing in the center of the storm, his body was torn to pieces with bloodstains, and his originally handsome face looked as if it had been disfigured.
generally.
The scattered energy finally slowly dissipated, and all that was left was the bloody man standing in a pool of blood. The only sign of his survival was the ups and downs of his chest.
"Ahem——"
Ye Cheng, who had been soaked in blood, felt that his body had lost all feeling. He coughed out blood and lost consciousness. The next moment, he fell to the ground with a bang. The ghostly look on his face receded, and a confident smile appeared on his pale face.
, he won this battle.
Ouyang Feng had already withdrawn from the range of the storm, nodded with satisfaction and said: "Young man, you are very good, tell me your name!"
"Watcher!"
"Very good, come here, take the watchman down to me for a good cleaning, and then bring him to the study to meet me!"
Ouyang Feng gave instructions outside the house, waved his sleeves, turned around and left the dilapidated house. No one noticed the bright red on his palms.
