Before Taomu Jianci finished speaking, a sudden shout came from his throat. He stretched his left arm to protect his chest and abdomen, stepped on the ground, and his right palm was like a knife to slash Feng Junzi's neck. This attack was almost exactly the same as the first move that Taomu Ren had taken just now, but the speed and strength of the attack were obviously much higher than Taomu Ren. Even Xiao Zhengrong, who was in the audience, felt that he might not be able to take it forward, let alone Feng Junzi, who was stupid and unprepared. Xiao Zhengrong wanted to save Feng Junzi, and he had no hurry to come. He could only close his eyes and hope that Feng Junzi would not be injured too seriously. Others obviously did not expect Taomu Jianci would suddenly attack and exclaim.

However, after this burst of exclamation, Feng Junzi did not scream as expected and fell on the stage. The picture on the boxing ring seemed to be frozen: the arm of the Taomu Jianci attacking Feng Junzi softly, and the person stood there motionless like a sculpture; and Feng Junzi opposite him was even more strange. He stretched out one arm and pointed it on the shoulder of Taomu Jianci's right hand, and his figure was motionless like Taomu Jianci, but his forehead was covered with cold sweat and his expression was very painful.

At this time, a figure flashed, and Mr. Xiao suddenly appeared behind Feng Junzi and reached out to support him. Feng Junzi's body shook, and the raised hand retracted, then held his right hand with his left hand, and the expression of pain on his face became even stronger. Mr. Xiao and Feng Junzi did not speak. The Taomu Jianci on the opposite side took a deep breath, shook slightly and barely stood firm, and the joints of his body made a series of light sounds. Then he spoke in a weak and hoarse voice: "Mr. Feng is indeed extraordinary and can actually take my move like this. Even if there is no victory or defeat in today's competition, I'm sorry, I'll leave first." As he said that, he turned around and walked out of the boxing ring, his steps were very heavy, and he did not have the same momentum as when he first came on stage.

Everyone had not reacted to the sudden dramatic change, and Xiao Zhengrong, who had the best eyesight in the audience, was even more confused. Looking at the scene just now, Taomu Jianci's hand knife had not encountered Feng Junzi, and Feng Junzi had obviously taken the lead in controlling him, which could be said to have gained the upper hand. But Taomu Jianci actually said that there was no victory or defeat, and then turned around and left, Feng Junzi didn't speak to keep him.

In fact, Feng Junzi didn't want to speak, but couldn't speak at all. Now, he felt heartbroken from his right hand to his arms, shoulders, and chest, especially his middle finger was so painful that he was so painful that he could not speak. He could only watch Taomu Jianci leave. It turned out that when Taomu Jianci was attacking, Feng Junzi didn't react at all. Not to mention dodging, he didn't even see the other party's movements clearly. At this moment, even Feng Junzi himself didn't know what was going on. He just subconsciously took a half-step forward, waved his right hand, and the middle finger poked the shoulder well of Taomu Jianci, which felt like he was hitting an iron plate. Then a severe pain came from his fingers to his chest, and his whole body was sore and numb.

"I haven't seen anyone use the finger of Senior Brother Feng's God in the past for more than 60 years!" Mr. Xiao looked at Feng Junzi with a cold sweat on his face and sighed to himself. The audience is very quiet now, and almost everyone heard Mr. Xiao's voice.

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"What kind of kung fu is the Investiture of the Gods? Is it very powerful?" This is at Mr. Xiao's home. Feng Junzi looked miserable. He leaned against the sofa with his upper body naked, and a string of silver needles were inserted into his right arm to his chest. Mr. Xiao's hand was emitting a faint wisp of blue smoke, while the Xiao brothers and sisters and Taomuling sat around and asked in a curious tone.

Mr. Xiao replied slowly: "Fengshen is my senior brother's family-born skill. It should be a master of acupoint shooting skills. As long as the person who is pointed, his body will be soft and unable to move. Even if a master is not able to exert any strength within a few hours."

Xiao Zhengrong continued to ask: "So it's so amazing. Grandpa, why haven't you taught me?"

Mr. Xiao frowned: "There is also a name called Fengliu Finger. It was a famous flower-picking thief in the past. I don't know how Brother Feng's ancestors learned it. How could I learn it?"

After hearing what Mr. Xiao said, Xiao Zhengrong was a little embarrassed. But thinking about the fact that Feng Liu's finger is really worthy of his reputation. If the flower-picking thief had done this skill, this skill would be of great help to his "business ability". Xiao Yunyi asked with a question: "Since this skill is so powerful, why does that Taomu Jianshi seem to be fine, and why is Feng Junzi injured again?"

Mr. Xiao: "How is practicing kung fu so simple? Feng Junzi was shocked by himself. With his skill, he could not use such profound fingering techniques at all. I don't know why he suddenly used the Fengshen Finger. The Tao Wood Sword Stone was only paralyzed for a moment, but Feng Junzi's own meridians were shocked by his own kung fu. Fortunately, he used this move to use limited power, otherwise the injury would be even worse."

"Feng Junzi, when did you learn the skill of the flower-picking thief?" Xiao Yunyi turned around and asked Feng Junzi.

Feng Junzi replied weakly: "I have said it so many times, I have never even heard of the Finger of the Gods. I really don't know what happened."

Mr. Xiao said thoughtfully: "Feng Junzi, you said that you practiced internal alchemy when you were young. Although this is different from martial arts, the principle of internal breath circulating through meridians is the same. Otherwise, no matter what adventure you have, you would not be able to issue this attack with the Conquering of the internal force. It's a pity that your meridians are too weak and you can't bear such powerful internal force at all. You will be injured before you hurt yourself."

Xiao Zhengrong seemed to understand something: "Just like an overloaded engine, the horse pulled the big cart, but he suffered internal injuries. But how could that Taomu Jianji leave without fighting?"

Mr. Xiao: "He was scared away, and he didn't know what Feng Junzi was going on. Even if you were afraid you didn't know the inside story at that time, would you take action again under that situation?"

Taomuling, who had not spoken, spoke at this time: "Old gentleman, although I don't understand what you are talking about, Feng Junzi is injured. Should I send him to the hospital?"

Mr. Xiao: "I'm afraid the hospital will not be able to check it out. It's better to treat him here. Don't worry, he won't have any trouble. At most, he can't take a few days off. You can't just use too much force on your arm."
Chapter completed!