Chapter 117: Broken Martial Arts

At this time, Fujifang's state is very similar to the "violent disintegration" that Zuo Feng had seen before, but in comparison, Fujifang's body is less deformed now, and his eyes are still clear.

Fujifang looked at his deformed body, raised his hand slightly, and swung two fists in the air.

"Whoosh"

Two dull sonic booms were heard, and Fujifang was obviously very satisfied with this. Then he looked at Zuo Feng with a grim smile and said coldly.

"You have been suppressing me all these years. Even when you became a waste, you refused to bow your head in front of me once. I am the real genius, and I am the final winner. From today on, there is no Zuo Feng in Zuojia Village, only me, Fujifang!"

Fujifang's voice became hoarse and unpleasant at this time. After listening to it, Zuo Feng's face flashed with helplessness. When he was very young, he relied on his extraordinary cultivation talent and often liked to challenge opponents older than himself in the village. And at that time, he never cared about other people's feelings. It was then that he inadvertently planted the seeds of hatred in Fujifang's heart.

Some people may adjust their mentality and practice harder in the face of failure, but Teng Fang is obviously not that type of person. His selfish character and twisted self-esteem made him so crazy now.

At this time, Zuo Feng even asked himself, 'If I hadn't experienced the waste period that year, and had been ruthlessly defeated by an opponent who was much smaller than me, and was also ridiculed by the opponent, would I have become the pitiful appearance of Teng Fang now. '

Zuo Feng will never get the answer to this question, but a trace of pity rose in his heart. Sighing slowly, Zuo Feng still put these distracting thoughts out of his mind, because he knew that Teng Fang would launch a crazy attack next. No matter how he got his cultivation at this moment, he now does have the strength of the third level of the bone refining period.

"Get ready, I'll send you on your way."

Teng Fang said with a sneer, and then took a big step towards Zuo Feng. The first step was still at a normal pace, but after the second step, Teng Fang's figure began to become blurred.

Zuo Feng's eyes condensed, but then he raised his right fist and swung it at the empty space beside him.

"Bang"

A dull sound rang out, and Teng Fang and Zuo Feng took a step back at the same time. Both of them were shocked at this time. Zuo Feng did not expect Teng Fang's speed to increase so much, and Teng Fang did not expect Zuo Feng to be able to block his full-strength attack at the third level of the Bone Refining Stage.

Teng Fang was just a little stunned, and immediately rushed forward to launch an attack. Zuo Feng could only barely keep up with Teng Fang's current speed, but he could not find an opportunity to counterattack.

Fortunately, Teng Fang had thrown away his long sword before rushing over. Zuo Feng guessed that 'this should be his only remaining dignity. He wanted to defeat himself in the situation of the competition, and then kill himself. '

It was Teng Fang's little self-esteem that made Zuo Feng, although he was in danger now, not show any signs of defeat. But this does not mean that Zuo Feng and Teng Fang fought to a draw. Although the two had exchanges with each other, Teng Fang would always take some advantage when attacking Zuo Feng's left side.

This was also helpless, after all, there was a "bracelet" weighing 700 to 800 kilograms hanging on his left hand. Although the left chest and shoulder were attacked many times, fortunately Zuo Feng's body was extremely strong, and Teng Fang could not cause him much damage for the time being.

In the mutual fight, although Zuo Feng gradually fell into a disadvantage, he did not show any panic, but just gritted his teeth and supported himself. Because he knew that no matter what secret method or medicine was used to forcibly improve his cultivation, it would not last forever, and there would definitely be a situation of exhaustion after a period of time.

And looking at Teng Fang's crazy appearance now, he did not care about the consumption of physical and spiritual power at all, and tried to defeat Zuo Feng in the most direct way.

This kind of close combat consumes a lot of energy, and the attacks between the two are all punches to the flesh, and Teng Fang's body toughness at this moment is not much weaker than Zuo Feng because of the effect of the medicine.

Zuo Feng endured the pain and fatigue on the left side of his body, but looking at Teng Fang on the opposite side, although he was also injured, he seemed to have no feeling. But Fujita didn't know that this lack of pain and fatigue was not a big deal in the short term, but the disadvantages would slowly show up over time.

Fujita's attacks became more and more fierce, as if he was crazy, but his body became redder and redder, and blood mist gradually rose from his body.

Zuo Feng accidentally saw this scene, and was stunned for a moment, but then glanced at Fujita with some complexity. 'This medicine is really terrible. After the spiritual power is depleted to a certain extent, it actually starts to burn its own blood. Fujita is still ignorant and continues to attack crazily, obviously not aware of the current physical condition. '

Although Fujita can still control his body freely, he has almost lost all pain and touch, and only has a trace of consciousness. But not long after, Fujita also discovered the abnormality of his body, because the speed of his punches and kicks began to slow down gradually.

Seeing this scene, Teng Fang was stunned for a moment, then he looked at Zuo Feng with fear and said, "What did you do to me?"

When Zuo Feng saw Teng Fang stop, he also took two steps back and distanced himself from him, and looked at Teng Fang coldly without saying a word. Teng Fang's face showed an uncertain look, but then he seemed to remember something, and said to himself in a daze, "It's impossible, Master would not do this to me. He will pass on his martial arts to me, and he will pass on the position of leader to me."

"You bastard, can you use your brain? The commander's position is assigned by the county guard. What qualifications does he have to pass the commander's position to you? You still call this beast master, if he wants to cultivate you, he will give you those ghost pills. If he really takes you seriously, he will let you take such a dangerous spiral tower trial."

Zuo Feng finally couldn't suppress his anger and shouted loudly at Tengfang. Zuo Feng's words were like sharp knives piercing into Tengfang's heart. Tengfang swayed slightly, his legs softened and he fell to his knees. He was still muttering in a low voice: "You lied to me, you lied to me, Master would not do this to me."

Zuo Feng glanced at Teng Fang coldly, then sighed softly and turned around and walked towards the body of the man in short shirt. At this time, Fujikata's body had shrunk at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he was much thinner than before he took the pill.

Zuo Feng ignored him at all and threw the headless body of the man in short shirt into the passage where he came in. Then a stone door in the hall slowly opened. Zuo Feng glanced at Teng Fang who was kneeling on the ground for the last time, then strode towards the stone door. After Zuo Feng entered the passage, the stone door also closed automatically. .

In the empty hall at this time, Fujikata seemed to be in a daze, crying loudly and laughing again, and kept saying something in his mouth, but he couldn't hear clearly what he said. And his current cultivation level has actually dropped to the seventh level of the strong body stage. This is his original strength, and Zhang Yu did not have the strength to do anything to him.

Zuo Feng walked slowly forward in the passage. He no longer wanted to think of Teng Fang, but when he thought of his master Teng Xiaoyun and his master Zhuang Yu, his heart still felt as uncomfortable as a big stone pressing down on him. It wasn't until a staircase appeared in front of him that Zuo Feng shook his head slightly to throw these annoying thoughts out of his mind.

The stairs lead to the third floor of the stone tower. After everyone competes, the winner will encounter a staircase leading to the third floor. There are twelve staircases, all at the edge of the stone tower. It's just that the stone tower is completely closed, so you can't see these stairs outside the stone tower, and naturally you can't see who wins and goes to the third floor.

Zuo Feng climbed up the steps and took out a pack of medicine powder from the crystal. Then he took out a small bottle of water and poured the packet of medicinal powder into it. The clear water was soon dyed light green by the medicine, and Zuo Feng then applied the small bottle of light green medicine to his body.

Zuo Feng's body is extremely strong and tough, so although this medicinal powder is of extremely low grade, it is enough to allow the left side of his body to recover as quickly as possible. After doing this, Zuo Feng took out two more medicine packets from the Na Crystal, and then poured it into his mouth without hesitation. Then a trace of spiritual power was generated in the Na Hai, and his physical strength began to slowly recover.

The battle just now took a huge toll on Zuo Feng, partly because Fujikata became extremely ferocious under the influence of the drug, and secondly because the prison lock on his hand put a lot of burden on him. Thinking of this, Zuo Feng couldn't help but glance down at the prison lock on his left wrist, and couldn't help but secretly cursed Ning Xiao as a "pervert".

Then he quietly took out a piece of clothing from the Najing and replaced the clothes that had been soaked in blood. Because it was stained with too much flesh and blood, Zuo Feng simply threw away the clothes he took off.

Soon Zuo Feng reached the third floor of the stone tower. Just like when he came to the second floor before, there was also a metal box embedded in the ground. Zuo Feng opened the iron box without any hesitation, and a thin booklet lay quietly inside the box. He reached out and took out the booklet, and after just one glance, he couldn't help but froze there with his mouth agape.

A line of fine print on the booklet clearly stated, "Low-grade eighth-level martial arts, Lianrou Push Hands." Zuo Feng took a deep breath and calmed down his mood a little. This martial art is not just bad, but is shockingly bad.

From Zuo Feng's point of view, he wouldn't pay too much attention to the mid-level and high-level martial arts in front of him now. But what he got after passing the second-level trial turned out to be a low-grade martial arts book. How could he not make Zuo Feng feel depressed?

He slammed the booklet in his hand into the iron box and whispered to himself: "Is it because all my good luck was used up when I passed the first level? The rewards on this second level are random. It’s given, but it can’t be that much worse than the first level.”

Zuo Feng complained and turned around to leave, but just as he turned around to leave, his eyes finally glanced at the pamphlet.

At this time, the booklet was in an open state after being thrown hard by Zuo Feng. Zuo Feng happened to see some of the content at this last glance, and it was this content that completely attracted Zuo Feng's eyes, and he could no longer look away.