Seeing Zuo Feng attacking Teng Fang again, Teng Fang and the man in short shirt both showed a sinister smile. Zuo Feng keenly put all this into his eyes. Although his expression had not changed, he smiled coldly in his heart.

Although Zuo Feng stepped forward, he maintained a half-squat position, and this time he raised his left fist wearing a prison lock. Seeing Zuo Feng hit him with a punch, Fuji Fang pretended to be caught off guard on the surface, but his steps under his feet were not at all confused.

As Zuo Feng guessed, when his fist was one foot away from the vine, the long whip came quickly again and wrapped around his wrist. Zuo Feng tried to rush to close his fist in a panic, but his wrist was flashing with a fierce wrist in his eyes, and he grabbed the long whip wrapped around his hand.

Immediately afterwards, Zuo Feng pulled his left arm into his arms. The strength of his left arm is even more than a thousand pounds. The man in the short shirt was unable to defend himself and immediately rushed towards Zuo Feng. Teng Fang was swinging his sword and stabbing Zuo Feng's throat, but suddenly he found that the man in the short shirt was actually pulled from the ground by Zuo Feng.

Teng Fang, who was selfish by nature, turned around without hesitation and dodged away. If Teng Fang took action to grab the man in the short shirt, Zuo Feng would have no choice. But Teng Fang's reaction was completely as expected by Zuo Feng. After all, the man in the short shirt had the strength of the second level of the bone refining stage. Although he was panicked, he hurriedly raised his arms to protect him in front of his head, and at the same time he glared at Teng Fang fiercely.

The man in the short shirt also saw Zuo Feng’s bare hands, so although he was uncontrollably flying over, he was not too worried. Fuji Fang also noticed the cold gaze of his companion when he flashed. He sighed in his heart and had to follow him and rush forward, preparing to seize the opportunity of Zuo Feng and the man in the short shirt to fight and attack.

At this time, Zuo Feng had already taken the initiative invisibly. Although the man in the short shirt had a high level of cultivation at the second level of bone refining, he obviously did not intend to fight with Zuo Feng from the beginning. As long as Teng Fang could not take action, he could kill the man in the short shirt without any worries.

Zuo Feng raised his legs without hesitation and kicked hard at the man in the short shirt. Although he did not use any martial arts, Zuo Feng's modified body was extremely powerful. Seeing that the other party just kicked, the man was even more secretly happy. He immediately poured all his spiritual power on his arms and greeted Zuo Feng's leg.

"Bang"

After a dull sound, the man in the short-dressed face became extremely ugly. He had seen that Zuo Feng had not used martial arts in a hurry, but just such an ordinary leg made him feel like he was hit by a giant hammer. A sharp pain came from his arms, and the huge force also made him fly backwards like a ball.

Although Zuo Feng also has the martial arts of Yunlang Palm, his martial arts consume too much spiritual power, and the Yunlang Palm is not able to be used smoothly every time.

Fujifang was originally following behind the side and looking for an opportunity, but after a muffled sound, his companion in the shirt flew back and hit him. Fujifang almost subconsciously dodged away, but as soon as he moved, he knew that both of them were completely trapped in each other's plan. Zuo Feng used the long whip of the man in the shirt and Fujifang's selfish personality to lead the two of them by the nose.

Zuo Feng kicked out and aimed at Teng Fang at the angle, and Teng Fang was extremely obedient to avoid it. Seizing this opportunity, Zuo Feng rushed towards Teng Fang quickly. Although he was carrying a prison lock, Zuo Feng could still reach the extreme speed within a short distance.

Zuo Feng rushed to Teng like a flowing cloud and water, and kicked his right leg flatly with the momentum of rushing forward. Teng Fang was fluttering away from the man in a short shirt, and found that Zuo Feng's leg had been kicked as his chest. He had no time to dodge and could only barely turn around and use his shoulders to catch Zuo Feng's fierce leg.

After a dull sound, Teng Fang's body flew out like a man in a short shirt. At this moment, the man in a short shirt also flew out for about a ft. The long whip straightened his body and slapped it in the air, and was pulled back by Zuo Feng.

At this time, the man in the short shirt was very depressed. Because he was afraid that the long whip would slide down when used, he would always put the rope at the tail of the long whip on his wrist. At this time, he was overtaken by the other party like a marionette, and he could not get rid of the long whip.

Faced with such a dilemma, the man in short shirt could only grit his teeth and lift his extremely painful arms again. He was hoping that Teng Fang would come in time. He believed that as long as he could hold Zuo Feng up for a while, Teng Fang would come in time to rescue him even if he was not good.

But the hope that had just risen disappeared after another "intimate contact" with Zuo Feng. This time, Zuo Feng directly smashed his left arm with the prison lock directly on the other party's arms.

"KaKa"

Two consecutive sounds of crisp bone cracks sounded, and the man in the short shirt flew up again with pain. This time he contacted him, he truly understood how terrifying the other party's left arm was. Almost the moment he came into contact with the other party's arm guard, the forearms on both sides were broken and deformed.

This time, Zuo Feng rushed forward with the man in the short shirt flying backwards. At the same time, before the man in the short shirt was about to land, his left arm was already rotating like a windmill.

“Hu…Hu”

A low sound rang in this small martial arts hall. When the man in the short-dressed shirt heard the terrifying sound, his hair stood up one by one. It was not the human arm, it was clearly a sound that could only be made by swinging a giant hammer.

Zuo Feng's body was already shaking slightly, which was something that only happened when his left arm was about to lose control. And he was also in great pain now, and this kind of attack method was something he had just thought of.

Although this attack method is powerful, it also has a considerable burden on his shoulders and body. If his body had not been specially modified, even if it were an ordinary early-stage warrior in the tendon quenching stage, he would have torn his arms apart.

"You, what kind of arm are you? Don't... don't..."

The man in the short-dressed shirt had just fallen to the ground. After seeing this scene, his eyes were filled with horror, and his mouth trembled and said in a sharp voice that was not like a human voice.

But then Zuo Feng's arm gradually enlarged in front of his eyes, and the man in the short shirt barely raised his broken arm and crossed it to protect him in front. This was the only thing he could do at this time.

"Dong..."

A huge voice echoed in the hall for a long time, and even the entire hall trembled slightly. Teng Fang did not stabilize his body until the huge voice sounded, and was rushing towards this side with his long sword raised. The next moment, he was stunned by the scene in front of him, and his mouth opened and closed slightly and murmured: "How could this happen, how could it happen?"

Just as he rushed over, he happened to see Zuo Feng swing his left arm and smashing it hard at the young man in short clothes. Then there was a terrifying scene of blood splattering, with blood and minced meat everywhere two feet centered on the head of the man in short clothes.

At this time, there was no complete thing above the chest and abdomen of the man in the short shirt. Only the white bone slag and some hair mixed in the minced meat, which made people feel nauseous. Seeing a small hole breaking out of the ground under the minced meat, Teng Fang's mind was blank at this moment.

Zuo Feng turned around slowly. At this time, Zuo Feng was like a demon god, his whole body was stained with blood, and there were a few pieces of minced meat stuck to his body. Seeing Zuo Feng looking here, Teng Fang's body trembled slightly uncontrollably, subconsciously took a few steps back, and said in a sharp tone: "Don't, don't come over. What are you doing?"

Seeing Teng Fang's appearance, Zuo Feng calmed down a little, and said coldly: "You go, I won't kill you."

After hearing Zuo Feng's words, Teng Fang seemed to come back to his senses, and his expression on his face became gloomy and gloomy. But after hesitating for a moment, he seemed to have made some difficult decisions and spoke again: "I want to defeat you, I want to kill you. If you don't die, I will never think of making a breakthrough."

After saying that, a crazy idea appeared on Teng Fang's face. He reached into his arms and took out a small wooden box, opened the box and found a pill inside. Zuo Feng could not help but frown. This pill was much worse than the "Ling Ning Pill" he had taken.

The pill in Teng Fang's hand can barely be considered a pill. The surface of the pill is rough and uneven without any luster. After thinking for a while, Zuo Feng said coldly: "This medicine is given to you by Zhang Yu. I advise you not to take it. Even if you rely on the medicine to improve your strength in a short period of time, I believe that the price is definitely not something you can afford."

Teng Fang's hand holding the wooden box was trembling slightly, but a ferocious smile appeared on her face. She said slowly: "Hmph, you're afraid. I know the side effects of this pill. At most, I can recover if I just need to rest for a few months. This is worth it to be able to step on you under my feet at a price!"

When Zuo Feng heard him say this, he looked at Teng Fang's appearance at this time. He knew that no matter what he said, it would be useless, and his heart was completely in a state of madness.

Teng Fang stared at Zuo Feng with a sneer, slowly took out the pills from the wooden box, threw them into his mouth without hesitation, and then chewed them for a few slight times before swallowing it. Seeing that he finally took the medicine, Zuo Feng shook his head helplessly.

The effect of the pill was soon revealed, and a look of pain appeared on Teng Fang's face, and a low roar was heard in his mouth. The roar was almost inaudible like a roar of insects at the beginning, but then it gradually expanded and turned into a hoarse roar. Teng Fang's body also began to tremble constantly, with irregular and strange bulging on his body. His already unstable aura was even more disordered at this moment.

Zuo Feng looked at all this coldly, and he was not ready to interrupt. Although he didn't know the medicine that Teng Fang took, he could judge that if he took action rashly now, Teng Fang might be killed on the spot by the backlash of the medicine. Although he was reluctant to see Teng Fang go so crazy, Zuo Feng could only wait quietly.

About a quarter of an hour later, Teng Fang's breath finally calmed down after a while. At this moment, his cultivation had reached the level of level 3 of the bone refining stage. His whole body had swelled up, and some muscles had raised their tendons and veins, even exploding their skin.

"This is simply the "disintegration of violence" in an incomplete form. This idiot actually believes in Zhang Yu." Zuo Feng's eyes froze when he saw Teng Fang's current appearance, and he murmured to himself in a low voice when he saw Teng Fang's current appearance.

(End of this chapter)
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