Chen Feng's eyes were filled with anger, and he was unwilling to lose.
Sister, Li Jiajia, and many others are waiting for him!
He will not admit defeat!
Looking at Chen Feng's stubborn face, Uncle Zhang smiled indifferently: "Aren't you willing to give in? So what?"
Uncle Zhang smiled wildly: "If you lose, you are defeated. You are not a loser!"
"Since you want to die so much, then I will help you. Although it is a bit troublesome for Han Xuan Bingyan to recognize me as his master, it is nothing compared to its ability."
After the words fell, the sharp tiger claws were lifted up and swung down at Chen Feng's neck.
Chen Feng struggled and couldn't move an inch even with all his spiritual energy.
"Zi..."
The harsh sound makes people feel bored, just like holding spheroidized glass.
"Little black snake!"
Chen Feng roared loudly and rushed toward the little black snake that was shot away.
Just now, it suddenly rushed over and blocked one of the white tiger's claws. The moment it was slapped away, it returned to its true form.
"Little black snake."
Chen Feng looked at the motionless little black snake in his arms, his eyes cracked, and the aura around him was restless.
"You will be fine." Chen Feng poured spiritual energy into the little black snake's body, and he was relieved when he saw it open its eyes.
"Find a place to hide." Chen Feng put the little black snake into the ruins in front and stood up with difficulty.
Even though he had the vest given to him by the White Crow King, he was still afraid of hurting the little black snake. In its current condition, it had been hit by Uncle Zhang, and there was nothing the Great Luo Immortal could do about it.
"You are lucky." Uncle Zhang was not worried about not killing Chen Feng.
When a cat catches a mouse, it will slowly tease it to death.
"Han Xue Zhan."
Uncle Zhang held a long knife in his hand and slashed out, causing snowflakes to fall down, light but with a cold killing intent.
Each snowflake is like a sharp knife, and the wounds made are deep enough to see the bones.
Chen Feng was exercising his physical body, and the snowflakes falling on his body made a tinkling sound.
Seeing this, Uncle Zhang activated his aura and the snowflakes in the air fell faster and faster. Three or five of them deliberately formed a blizzard.
Chen Feng was wrapped in the middle, with snowflakes attacking him from all directions.
People in the distance can see a snow column as high as the sky, spinning and roaring.
"This is not the way to go." Chen Feng squinted his eyes and tried to rush through the snow pillars. Every time he stepped forward, he was punched back by Uncle Zhang.
"Ahem." Holding his chest, Chen Feng kept looking for opportunities to break through.
Chen Feng continued to search for solutions in the inheritance, and a technique in Liangyi Yin and Yang attracted his attention.
"Maybe you can try it."
Chen Feng endured the tingling sensation coming from the meridians in his body, mobilized his spiritual energy and struck the snow pillar in front of him with his palm.
A thin layer of ice appeared where the snow pillar came into contact with his palm. The ice layer spread quickly and froze half of the snow pillar in a matter of seconds.
Uncle Zhang's expression changed, and he stared closely at the solidified snow pillar, looking for the place where Chen Feng might rush out.
He didn't dare to take action rashly. Once he did, the ice would shatter instantly. On the contrary, it helped Chen Feng and allowed him to escape smoothly.
Through the ice, Chen Feng naturally saw Uncle Zhang staring at him, and he recovered from his injuries in the ice without any rush.