Every time there was a blow, both of them would be knocked away, and the spiritual energy in both of their bodies would be consumed at the same time.

Right now, if you want to win, the only thing that matters is the strength of your spiritual power.

"Lin, you do have some abilities. However, if you want to fight a war of attrition with me, I'm afraid it's just a daydream."

Mo Feng sneered, punched Lin Fan back, then flipped his palm and pulled out a small white jade bottle.

When the bottle cap is opened, an extremely pure medicinal fragrance instantly overflows.

Lin Fan just took a slight sniff and felt that the nearly exhausted spiritual energy in his dantian was replenished.

"Is this the best recovery pill?" Lin Fan asked in surprise.

"Haha, you still have some eyesight. With so many elixirs in hand, do you really think I will be afraid of you?" Mo Feng said with a proud smile.

When Lin Fan saw this, a trace of disdain suddenly appeared on his lips.

In front of Mo Feng, he took out a bottle of Ten Thousand Years Spiritual Milk, calmly opened the cap, and poured it directly into his mouth.
Chapter completed!