Chapter 125: Drunken Fist Reappears

When Zuo Feng said the word "seal", his tone was obviously heavier. The masked youth seemed to be very puzzled. He tilted his head slightly, as if thinking about the meaning of Zuo Feng's previous words.

Zuo Feng did not explain much about this. The two of them could not talk calmly at all. If it weren't for the extremely strong body and his flexible control of his body to make subtle adjustments, he would probably be lying on the ground now. It is entirely possible that he would die on the spot.

The corners of his mouth slightly raised an arc, and his eyes glanced at the "prison lock" on the ground. I don't know if it was an illusion or something else, just when the "prison lock" was unlocked, he felt as if all the spiritual energy in his body was released at once. At this time, every part of his body seemed to be trembling with excitement, and the spiritual energy in his sea seemed to be much more active than before.

'Could it be that I really said it right? This "prison lock" is not only heavy enough to bind the body, but also has the function of binding spiritual energy? '

Secretly guessing in his heart, Zuo Feng then slowly raised his eyes and glanced at the masked youth opposite. Then he took out a packet of medicine powder and swallowed it, and then took out a paper bag and sprinkled it on his body. At this time, Zuo Feng was covered with sweat and blood, and the powder immediately stuck to his body as soon as it touched his body.

The masked young man saw this and his eyes flashed with ferocity, but he immediately remembered something and calmed down. Seeing the other party's performance, Zuo Feng had to admire his character. In such a situation, he could suppress the anger in his chest and seize the time to recover his strength. Obviously, this is the wisest way.

After Zuo Feng did all this, he reached out and touched his waist, and a small wine pot appeared in his hand. It was the "Forget Worry Drunk" that Ding Hao had given him before. He pulled out the cork and raised the wine pot high above his head, then tilted his wrist slightly and opened his mouth to drink it. The strong aroma of wine spread out, which moved the masked young man opposite him. Obviously, he also liked the thing in the cup.

Zuo Feng drank without hesitation this time, until he drank half of the wine in the wine pot in one breath, and then he slowly put the wine pot away with satisfaction. Then Zuo Feng walked towards the masked young man leisurely, and the masked young man was completely shocked by Zuo Feng on the spot.

The fierce battle between the two just now, although Zuo Feng only resisted with all his strength, his spiritual power and physical strength were greatly consumed. Even if he took the medicine, it would take some time for the medicine to run through his body. But what he didn't know was that just when the "prison lock" was unlocked, Zuo Feng's strength and spiritual power were completely restored in an instant.

Zuo Feng was not in the best condition at this time, but he felt refreshed after unlocking the "prison lock". This feeling made him have only one thought in his mind, which was to beat up the masked young man in front of him.

The masked young man's eyes flickered slightly, revealing a hint of decisiveness. Without waiting for Zuo Feng to approach, he rushed over first, and at the same time, he punched fiercely at the other party. But just when the punch was about to hit Zuo Feng's face, a white hand slowly raised up.

The next moment, the masked young man's eyes were full of disbelief. Because the boy on the opposite side easily grabbed his fist, and his fist couldn't move at all. Just when the masked young man was stunned, Zuo Feng had already raised his foot and kicked sideways.

"Bang"

Accompanied by a muffled sound, the masked young man's body was kicked and flew backwards, and his feet dragged more than four feet on the ground before he could barely stabilize his body. Just when he was surprised by the opponent's sudden increase in strength, Zuo Feng had already appeared in front of him like a ghost, and he didn't dare to hesitate to punch again, but the result was that the punch was in the air and didn't even touch the opponent's clothes.

A sharp pain came from the right side of his body, and then his body flew to the side. This time, as soon as the masked young man stood up, Zuo Feng's body appeared in front of him again strangely. A trace of madness flashed in the masked young man's eyes, and a touch of blood appeared in his eyes.

His fist strength and speed increased instantly, and he quickly swung at Zuo Feng, but the result was still that he failed to hit Zuo Feng's body. The masked young man's eyes could barely keep up with Zuo Feng's ghostly speed, but being able to see was one thing, and whether he could hit the other party was another.

He clearly felt that he had caught Zuo Feng's moving trajectory, but when he swung his fist, the other party was no longer there. And every time he launched an attack, a certain part of his body would immediately be hit fiercely by the other party.

The body of the masked young man was in the spacious hall, and was hit to this side for a while, but soon he would be kicked to roll to the other side. It can be said that the masked young man seemed to have lost the power to fight back at this time, and he could only let the other party manipulate him like a human target.

"Bang"

The body of the masked young man hit the wall of the hall heavily, and then slowly fell like a puddle of mud, and finally collapsed to the ground. Zuo Feng did not show any emotion on his face at this time, but just squinted his eyes and stared at the silver-white mask on the young man's face. Just as he was about to walk over and take it off, the masked young man's body shook a few times and sat up.

'This guy's body is so strong that it's even comparable to that wolf-eating beast. How did he train himself to be this strong?' Zuo Feng wondered. He didn't think there were many people in the world who could have such a bizarre experience as his, who could completely transform their bodies from the inside out.

Just when Zuo Feng was confused, the masked young man raised his head and stared at Zuo Feng with fierce eyes. Then he sighed and said: "You are strong, but you can't beat me. I can give you the final prize, but you must admit defeat and quit now."

The voice of the masked young man was as unpleasant as metal friction. Zuo Feng felt that the voice sounded familiar, but it seemed that he had never heard it before. After being stunned for a moment, Zuo Feng said with a smile: "I'm sorry, I have to get the final prize, and I also have to get the victory in this trial."

Zuo Feng originally wasn't very interested in winning the final prize in the trial, but after hearing that the final prize was the "Pregnancy Pill", he was determined to win. If he had not come to the fifth floor of the spiral tower, he might have been a little tempted by the masked young man's proposal, but when he came to the fifth floor, he made a new discovery.

Just after Zuo Feng reached the fifth floor, he suddenly discovered that the black beast soul on his chest was generating extremely abnormal fluctuations. This kind of fluctuation seemed to tell Zuo Feng that there was something attracting him above the five floors.

Zuo Feng was also very puzzled at the time, 'Isn't there only five floors in this spiral tower? It seems that there may be six floors or mezzanine floors, and this mysterious existence obviously has something to do with the beast soul in his body. ’

Zuo Feng made up his mind at that time and must win the final victory. Since the things above are related to the beast soul in the body, it is possible to relieve one's violent disorder. This is too important to Zuo Feng, so now he cannot accept whatever conditions the masked young man offers.

When the masked young man heard Zuo Feng's unhesitating rejection, a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes, but it was immediately replaced by a sense of determination. The young man stood up suddenly and raised his arms high. Zuo Feng immediately became vigilant when he saw that the other party was about to take action. But the next moment, he was shocked by the other party's behavior.

"哐...哐哐..."

The masked young man raised his arms, and instead of charging toward Zuofeng, he hammered hard all over his body. Because he was wearing silver armor, the impact sound was extremely harsh. Zuo Feng observed coldly that every time the masked young man punched his body, the armor at that location would dent slightly.

These depressions are some important acupuncture points. Normally, it is too late to protect them, but this young man is beating these locations crazily and with all his strength. Just when Zuo Feng was wondering, the masked young man had stopped beating his fists, and his eyes could clearly be seen covered with bloodshot eyes.

"puff"

There was a strange sound coming from the mask, and then a large amount of bright red blood flowed along the outer edge of the mask and onto the young man's body. After seeing this, Zuo Feng secretly guessed that this should be a special secret method similar to the disintegration of violent energy, which could improve his cultivation level in a short period of time at the cost of harming himself.

Sure enough, just after the young man spurted out blood, his own aura quickly surged. Zuo Feng made a rough estimate and found that the opponent had at least reached the peak of the fifth level of the bone refining stage. With such a level of cultivation coupled with his powerful hot body, he is indeed qualified to say what he just said.

The body of the masked young man moved again, and this time he didn't rush forward like before, as if he was still a little wary of Zuo Feng's speed at the moment. But he didn't put up any defensive posture, obviously very confident in his current physical strength.

Facing the young man approaching slowly, Zuo Feng's heart moved and he took out the wine bottle again and took a sip. Immediately afterwards, Zuo Feng's body began to shake slightly, looking as if he was drunk.

If Na Ding Hao were here at this moment, he would be surprised to find that Zuo Feng is using his "wine fist". The steps under Zuo Feng's feet seemed chaotic, but there seemed to be some special rules in them. The sound of footsteps also contained a special rhythm. At this time, Zuo Feng actually used the yellow-faced young man's unique skill "Phantom Sound Step".

Unprepared, the masked young man paused slightly in his steps, and at this moment, Zuo Feng in front of him suddenly transformed into three figures. Zuo Feng had carefully studied Ding Hao's "wine fist" before. Although he could not use it as freely as Ding Hao, with his current astonishing speed, he could barely imitate a rough idea.

Three identical figures slowly walked towards the masked young man. Six arms appeared dancing in the air during the swing of their arms, and then they violently attacked the masked young man.

Zuo Feng would not give the opponent a chance to attack first, so Zuo Feng took the lead and used the "wine fist" that he had just mastered to launch the attack.