Chapter 313

"Hee." Just as Feng Youwei was about to step on the position of the murderer, a smile appeared on his wretched face again - it was a sarcastic smile.

Yang Zihuan knows how to distinguish good from bad. Why can't he? Step on the foot in the air, and back.

"Tut." Yang Zihuan knows that he has failed in his calculation, but now he has no good choice. He raises his sleeve and shows his arm.

"Subring!" Yang Yue, the leader of the Yang family, stood up from her seat again, her eyes full of worry.

And Yang Zihuan on the field has raised his arm. On the exposed arm, there are two dragon patterns entangled in his body.

Double dragon painting.

And sitting in the he camp, waving a fan, the head of he family's face also changed color. Every feng shui master knows the meaning of double dragon painting.

"Well, your surname is Yang," the head of the he family used a fan to cover his half face, but he couldn't hide the cruel color in his eyes. "He taught his son this kind of thing!"

Dragon has a very special position in Feng Shui, even if it is the "totem" worshipped by feng shui masters. In general, only excellent feng shui masters can use the patterns drawn from the Dragon map, while the two dragon intersection map is more difficult to control. If the Tao is not enough and you want to control the double dragon painting by force, you are likely to backfire.

When Yang Zihuan showed the pattern on his arm, Feng Youwei also changed his face. He clawed his hands toward Yang Zihuan's arm. This time, his attack was obviously different from the previous one. Two claws were thrown out, and the sound of breaking the air also sounded.

But Yang Zihuan didn't dodge. There was a faint blue smoke in his arms. Under the cover of the blue smoke, the two dragons seemed to be alive.

Dang, Dang! With two sounds similar to metal collision, Feng Youwei's two claw strokes didn't play any role.

"That's a great move." Sitting in the audience, Hua Qianqiu sighs. This is the first time that she has seen someone use double dragon painting. Now, she looks at Yang Zihuan with a little admiration.

"Hum." Merlin suddenly snorted coldly.

Hua Qianqiu turned her head and glared at Meilin. Merlin did not speak, nor did she look back at her.

Sitting in the middle of the two, Zhou Heng looked at the situation under the field with a serious look. Most of the people on the scene did not notice the light blue smoke from Yang Zihuan's arm. Even if they did, few people could know what it was. But Zhou Heng knew, because he was the master of heaven.

That green smoke Yang Zihuan's vitality, he is using his own life to drive Shuanglong.

Almost visible to the naked eye, Zhou Heng saw Yang Zihuan's lips turned white and dry, and his eyes became tired.

He can't understand why Yang Zihuan made such a big sacrifice for such a contest, but he won't blame Yang Zihuan for his stupidity. Zhou Heng knew that for the children of these Fengshui families, the importance of family interests was beyond his understanding.

Shuanglong wake up, the scene suddenly changed.

Feng Youwei didn't dare to attack Yang Zihuan again. He stepped back two steps. Then he thought of something. Feng Youwei looked at the three incense candles on Yang Zihuan's altar.

Now is not the time for him to play tricks on his opponents and make a fool of the Yang family. He must finish the contest quickly, otherwise his life may be lost here. Although he has indeed decided to give his life to his leader, it is not here, and he is not worthy of his life.

Yes, Feng Youwei is not from he's family. He just came to help him by another person's order. There is only one person in the world who can save his life.

Feng Youwei grabs the three incense candles on the altar in front of Yang Zihuan.

His claw strike is very fast and can hurt people from the air. If Yang Zihuan doesn't use this kind of move to kill the enemy by 1000 and damage himself by 800, he can't beat him. But now fengyouwei is no longer Yang Zihuan's opponent.

Yang Zihuan painted the right hand of the Dragon down, a strong wind will be issued, Feng Youwei toward the candle issued by the claw strike immediately disappeared.

"Drink!" Feng Youwei made his hands into claws. With a roar, he grabbed the candle again. At the same time, he rushed forward to the altar of Yang Zihuan.

Audience, has been completely quiet down, even if some small voice issued, but also submerged in the whistling wind.

Hua Qianqiu covers her face with her hand. Although Yang Zihuan has tried his best to restrain himself, the wind of his double dragon drawing has gradually invaded the audience.

All Feng Youwei's efforts have come to nothing. Those claws can't break through the strong wind at all. All his attacks are swallowed up by Yang Zihuan's wind.

And Yang Zihuan also began to fight back. Taking advantage of the wind, his body was as fast as flying. In an instant, he had come to Feng Youwei.

His right hand, which is painted with Double Dragons, has already become a fist. With the shocking wind, he comes to Feng Youwei's face.

There is no chance. Feng Youwei knows that he has no chance in front of the opponent who has risked his life. The difference between him and Yang Zihuan is not strength. In terms of strength alone, he is above Yang Zihuan. However, compared with Yang Zihuan, he lacks this momentum of indomitability. Yang Zihuan can sacrifice himself for the benefit of the Yang family, but Feng Youwei can't. his loyalty to he family is very limited.So he lost because he didn't want to fight.

At this time, Yang Zihuan stopped a little. Feng Youwei understands that Yang Zihuan is giving himself a chance, a chance to surrender. In a sense, Yang Zihuan is a gentleman indeed.

But a gentleman can't fight a villain.

"I surrender." Feng Youwei whispers to Yang Zihuan that the strong wind in the field has suppressed his voice. Except for Yang Zihuan, no one can hear him admit defeat.

Hearing Feng Youwei's words, Yang Zihuan stopped. The gale disappeared immediately.

This is the wind that he ignites with his life. Every second that shuanglonghua is activated, he will lose one more minute of his life. If you can, he is not willing to fight with fengyouwei, the other side is willing to admit defeat, that is the best result for both of them.

At this time, there was a smile on Feng Youwei's face, which was weird, obscene and disgusting. After seeing this smile, Yang Zihuan realized that he was wrong.

Two claw blows, one toward the three candles behind Yang Zihuan, the other toward Yang Zihuan's chest.

Click.

This time, it was the sound of broken ribs.