Uncle Zhang's words were like magic, which came into Chen Feng's ears and echoed constantly in his mind. Even though he was just asking him to admit defeat, Chen Feng felt a warm current surge in his heart.
"Agree... admit defeat?"
Uncle Zhang kept talking, a gentle wave of spiritual energy continued to emanate, and gradually Chen Feng's eyes were a little dissipated. He put down his hand holding the spear and murmured something in his mouth.
"Yes, give up." Uncle Zhang said in a flash: "As long as you give up, you will never have to fight endlessly and face the danger of the enemy."
"Really...really?" Chen Feng stared at Uncle Zhang like a child, looking forward to it.
"Of course it's true." Looking at Chen Feng's appearance, Uncle Zhang smiled as innocent as a baby, but with his white hair, he looked a little weird.
"As long as you give up resistance, you will not lose friends or relatives again. You can do whatever you want."
"Friends? Relatives? Jia... Jia Jia?"
Li Jiajia's name appeared in his mind, and Chen Feng suddenly bit his tongue and his consciousness returned to clearness.
Li Jiajia is still waiting for him to save her. If he gives up, his life will be gone. How can he save her?
With his arm trembling, the rune stone gun instantly stabbed out.
Uncle Zhang didn't expect Chen Feng to recover from Qingming so quickly and was stabbed in the chest by a rune stone gun. If he hadn't reacted quickly and used his spiritual energy to protect his heart, he would have killed him in a flash.
"I underestimate you!" Uncle Zhang rushed straight over without saying anything.
The tiger transformed from spiritual energy came roaring with the wind and rain. With a roar, Chen Feng felt fearful.
The tiger waved its claws and slapped Chen Feng away directly.
"Ahem."
Chen Feng slid on the ground for more than ten meters before he could barely stop, and opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood.
The attack of the White Tiger is completely different from the previous one, just like the difference between an adult and a child.
Chen Feng knew in his heart that Uncle Zhang was playing with him just now, but now he is really moving.
But this is good. He broke through to innate perfection and just lacked an opportunity, which was a good opportunity.
The ferocious white tiger pounced over again, and a cold light flashed across its sharp claws.
Chen Feng raised his rune stone gun and barely blocked the tiger's claws, and his back was tightly pressed to the place. No matter how hard he tried, he could not push away the tiger's claws that were as heavy as a mountain.
"Don't struggle fearlessly." Uncle Zhang looked at Chen Feng condescendingly, as if he was above the gods. He occasionally became interested in teasing the crawlers on the ground.
"roar."
Baihu roared at Chen Feng, and he felt as if he was hit by a heavy hammer in his mind, his consciousness was a little blurred, and his eyes were also getting dark.
Then he slapped it with one claw, and the rune stone gun in his hand was thrown to some extent. Chen Feng fell heavily to the ground and his chest collapsed. If it weren't for the slight ups and downs, it would be no different from a dead person.
"Is this the difference?" Chen Feng's mind was in chaos, and he struggled but couldn't get up.
"I was just teasing you just now. Do you really think I can kill me?" Uncle Zhang's words were endless mockery.
"It is undeniable that you, Chen Feng, are a genius. You are the only one who forces me to use all my strength at the state of innate success."
Uncle Zhang stepped into the air: "But it's a pity that you are not strong enough after all. I'm only one step away from innate perfection."
"The gap in realm is that no matter how many magical powers you have, the treasure cannot make up for it."
Uncle Zhang stepped on Chen Feng's chest with a contemptuous look: "If you let Han Xuan Bingyan recognize me as your master, I will keep my previous promise to you."