Chapter 312

The wind aroused by Yang Zihuan seems to be a natural thing to blow out the three incense candles in front of Feng Youwei. But when the wind blows, the three incense candles are still burning, and even the three lights don't flutter with the wind.

Has been pestle in place of fengyouwei face, suddenly showed a strange smile.

"The method of calming the wind?" Hua Qianqiu's face showed a look of surprise. He obviously didn't believe that this guy with the purpose of swerting head mice could do such a powerful trick.

Yang Zihuan's face also changed color. Dingfeng method is not a Feng Shui skill that can be used by any ordinary character. Even in their Yang family, only a few people know this skill, but they are all senior elders, and they will not take part in the struggle of these young people. It's the first time that Yang Zihuan has seen Feng Youwei who can use the method of calming the wind at such a young age.

"Elder martial brother Feng," Yang Zihuan arched his hand to Feng Youwei again, "please give me some advice." This time, he did not dare to have any contempt, but said it with all his heart.

Hua Qianqiu in the audience also nodded for Yang Zihuan's attitude. When Yang Zihuan used talismans to call the wind, he left room for his opponent. At this time, he paid homage to his opponent again. It can be said that he is a good example of "winning without arrogance and losing without being discouraged".

And Feng Youwei didn't respond to Yang Zihuan. He raised an arm toward Yang Zihuan and then grabbed him in the air.

Click.

Yang Zihuan dodged immediately, the power of this volley did not all fall on his neck, but hit the altar beside him. Even so, there were five shallow bloodstains on his neck.

"What the hell!" When the audience is neutral, someone can't sit still. "He wants to kill people!" This man roars and stands up from his position. He is Yang Yue, the leader of the Yang family. At the same time, he is also the father of Yang Zihuan.

Seeing that the leader of the Yang family is staring at himself, the leader of the he family smiles slightly, shakes his fan and stands up from his position: "to exchange views, he has his own sense of propriety. If he fails, we will judge him to lose."

"He is so ruthless," Yang Yue said angrily. "If he fails, how can my son survive."

"If Yang is not willing to continue the competition, he can surrender." With that, the head of the he family sat down again with a fan.

"You Yang Yue was so angry that she didn't know what to say.

There was also a sound of discussion in the audience. But at the same time, the competition did not stop.

"Elder martial brother Feng, you --" Yang Zihuan couldn't finish a sentence at all. Feng Youwei grabbed him with both hands across the air. He was tired of dodging. Since he didn't even have the space to speak, let alone fight back.

In fact, Feng Youwei could have won the contest. He just had to grab the three incense candles on the altar beside Yang Zihuan, and then he could easily break them. I don't think Yang Zihuan would dare to resist them with his body.

However, Feng Youwei's moves are directed at Yang Zihuan just as the rules of the game don't exist at all. These fierce claws can hurt people in the air. No one can see what magic Feng Youwei used.

However, Yang Zihuan was caught off guard in the first attack, and was left with several bloodstains on his neck. Now that he has seen the means of Feng Youwei, he will not be hurt so easily. But now how to fight back, Yang Zihuan has no idea.

Click, click, click. Even if the claw strike didn't hit Yang Zihuan, it also left claw marks on the altar or the ground beside Yang Zihuan. Yang Zihuan was afraid that his opponent's claws would hurt the three incense candles on the altar, so he didn't dare to stand beside his own altar and deal with Feng Youwei. As he flashed back, he gradually got away from the altar.

And Feng Youwei didn't mean to stop when he saw the good. He waved his claws to Yang Zihuan continuously, but also pressed against his opponent's altar step by step.

The meaning of Feng Youwei is very obvious. If Yang Zihuan just ran away, he would come to Yang Zihuan's altar and destroy the three incense candles on the altar.

"What a hateful man Hua Qianqiu in the audience frowned. What she was referring to was, of course, aggressive fengyouwei.

"Yes," Merlin rarely agreed with Hua Qianqiu, "this man is really hateful."

Hua Qianqiu looks at Meilin doubtfully. It's the first time that she and Meilin have reached an agreement.

who knows Meilin then says to herself: "this yang man is not as good as others, but he just refuses to give up. It's a waste of everyone's time. It's disgusting." His voice is not small, not only Hua Qianqiu, many people around have heard him. One after another, they looked at the foreigner who was quite abrupt here.

"Hum!" Hua Qianqiu made a heavy nasal sound towards Merlin, ignoring him.

On the field, Yang Zihuan's situation is getting worse and worse. Feng Youwei is approaching Yang Zihuan's altar step by step. If Feng Youwei comes to Yang Zihuan's altar, then even if the opponent doesn't destroy Yang Zihuan's candle, Yang Zihuan should admit defeat.

You can't let your opponent get any closer. But although he knows this truth, it is extremely difficult to carry it out. Just as he was thinking about what could be done to solve his problem, a chill came across his cheek.It turned out that he was too separated just now, and his opponent's claw strike took the opportunity to leave a few bloody drinks on his cheek. After a few seconds, the blood seeped out from the blood drink.

"This guy, it's too much!" Hua Qianqiu stares at Feng Youwei, the representative of he's family. He's fierce, and he's killing people. If all the claws just hit, I'm afraid Yang Zihuan's half face will be gone.

There was another round of discussion in the audience. Although some people shared the same view with Hua Qianqiu, many people shared the same view with Mei Lin, believing that Yang Zihuan should be aware of current affairs and surrender early.

Only Zhou Heng, he looked at the fierce fight of the two people on the field without saying a word, but what he thought in his heart was: what skills should Yang still have?

Zhou Heng noticed that Yang Zihuan seemed to be deliberately guiding their positions.

Good luck and bad luck. Zhou Heng guessed that Yang Zihuan wanted to wait until he stepped on Xiao Ji's position, while Feng Youwei stepped on Da Xiong's position.

And that moment will come soon.

On the field, Yang Zihuan was in danger one after another. Just as Zhou Heng thought in the audience, he wanted to lead his opponent to the position of big murderer. To do so, he had to take risks.

Several claw strokes rubbed his neck and eyebrows, which almost killed him. His Taoist robe was also scratched by his opponent, but fortunately it didn't hurt his body.

Pay always pay in return, he successfully stepped on the small auspicious position, and the opponent is also looking to step on the position of fierce.