"Hey, the guy named Feng, although I don't understand the whole story, you came to our side, right?"
"Since we're all broken up, don't take into account the old feelings and join us to take down this guy. This is also for your own good."
Jiang Qian was a little dissatisfied when he looked at Feng, who was always trying to make ends meet.
"If you let this guy go back, your rebellion will be known. If you kill him, the news will not leak out and you will be safe."
Li Xiaobai looked at the wind and said.
It should be said that the white-haired boy is a bit handsome, but he is full of decadence.
"Okay, what do you want me to do?"
Feng nodded and asked. He hoped that someone could tell him the answer, because he felt that thinking was too troublesome.
"I don't know your rules either. Anyway, just try to restrict his movements as much as possible."
Li Xiaobai pulled the Da Jian pen out of the ground and said to the wind.
He didn¡¯t have a good impression of the Son of God. He planned to let Feng Xian be used as cannon fodder. He, Jiang Qida and Jianbi were waiting for the opportunity. I believe the other two thought the same.
"I'll give it a try."
Feng immediately ran towards Hui Lian.
¡°You¡¯re looking for death, Feng!¡±
"The patience I have left for you is gone. If you attack me, you will definitely die!"
Hui Lian¡¯s tone was solemn.
"Chen Lian, I want to feel the thrill when I save Ah Yin. I want to understand what that impulse is."
Feng was still talking to himself. He had already run in front of Hui Lian. He was running at the same speed as a mortal, not to mention Hui Lian. In Li Xiaobai's opinion, it was still very slow and full of flaws.
"Who cares about you? If you dare to attack me, I will crush it even if it is a baby!"
"die!"
Hui Lian was furious and kicked the wind with lightning speed.
At the critical moment, Feng's body shifted slightly, and he avoided the kick impartially. He stretched out his hand and fished downwards. Suddenly, there was an extra foot on the originally empty surface. It belonged to Hui Lian, and it happened to be caught by Feng Lian. He grabbed his ankle, pulled gently, and fell to the ground.
"I held him back, what next?"
Feng dragged Hui Lian's ankles and ran around in the field, which made Hui Lian feel bad.
He was shocked. Feng had predicted his movements. Not only did he avoid his kick, but the moment he finally grabbed his ankle, it was as if he had sent his ankle into Feng's hands.
This requires perfect prediction, but the question is, how does the wind know which direction he will step?
Was it that visualization object that did it?
That thing that looks like a cube?
"How did you do it?"
¡°Can you see through my [Love Brain]¡¯s dynamic vision?¡±
Hui Lian asked.
¡°I don¡¯t know, it¡¯s just a feeling.¡±
Feng dragged Hui Lian all over the place very seriously, replying while running. He was waiting for Li Xiaobai's next instruction.
Hui Lian was shocked: "You can avoid my attacks by just feeling?"
Feng answered all questions: "That's not that. I saw that and ran away."
When he saw it, he hid.
This is the biggest insult to Hui Lian. The dynamic vision given by his laws is top-notch. Not only can he see the movements of every hair of his opponent, but he can even accurately capture the movements a few seconds later.
But facing him, the Son of God with top-notch vision and top-notch body, someone actually told him that they saw him and hid away.
This is a provocation to the dynamic laws and a provocation to his physical abilities. He can't stand it!
"The trash without rules also tries to suppress me, visualize the object [love brain]!"
Hui Lian roared, his head bloomed with a strong pink light, his skull became crystal clear, and the pink brain could be seen inside.
That is his visualization object, integrated with his physical body, and complementary to the power of law, which is the most ideal state.
Having a keen insight into Feng's body shape, he twisted his ankle slightly, followed the force point of Feng's wrist, and easily broke free by turning sideways.
¡°It¡¯s so amazing, it turns out that you can also do such wonderful actions.¡±
Feng stared at his palm with wide eyes, full of curiosity.
He said this from the bottom of his heart. If he knew how to do this, he would be able to break free by lying still when someone catches him.
But hearing it in Hui Lian¡¯s ears is undoubtedly the harshest ridicule.
¡°Asshole, I will really kill you this time!¡±
"Don't think that just because you are a son of God you can escape disaster!"
Hui Lian was furious, her eyes turned pink, and she frequently attacked Feng, but she was always dodged by Feng at the critical moment.
Then Houfeng squatted down again, stretched out his hand, and one of his feet automatically came to the door and was grabbed by him. With a strong tug, Hui Lian fell to the ground and was dragged all over the place to eat ashes again.
"Hey, Bai Yi, what are you going to do next?"
The wind shouted at Li Xiaobai.
"Umthis"
Li Xiaobai was also confused, and Jiang Qian couldn't understand the situation. He looked at Da Jianbi and asked, "What's the situation?"
Da Jianbi shook his hair coolly: "Genius, no explanation."
"I know he is a genius, but it's so strange. Doesn't he know how to bully people?"
"And how come his visualization objects are the same as decorations, and there are no rules. Where did you get this stuff?"
Li Xiaobai felt very surprised. Feng's strength was too strong. He felt that Hui Lian, who was extremely difficult and could not even find a flaw, was carried around so easily.
¡°Using purely physical abilities to fight against imagined objects and laws is beyond the limits of genius.
"It's a long story, but he just doesn't know how to beat people up. Say something to him quickly, maybe he can kill that guy called Hui Lian directly."
Da Jianbi encouraged Li Xiaobai.
Li Xiaobai understood, cleared his throat, and shouted to the wind: "Brother Feng, twist his head off, completely twist it off from his neck."
"OK!"
Feng stopped, threw himself on Hui Lian, and started to twist his neck.
Hui Lian¡¯s eyes were cold, seeing the way Feng exerted force at that moment, he twisted his body along the direction of the force and broke free.
But then Feng also twisted his body along with his strength to break away, and sat on his back again. His hands were still on his head, twisting back bit by bit.
The hard body made of steel was actually twisted, and the neck slowly turned sideways with the terrifying force coming from the wind hand.
"Chen Lian, I seem to have learned it, what is this trick called?"
Feng asked.
"How can this be!"
"I will be suppressed by you!"
Cey Lian was shocked. Seeing through the opponent's movements, strength, and direction requires top-notch dynamic vision. To keep up with this keen vision and reaction, it requires an extremely powerful physical body.
Only by meeting these two requirements can he hone his own fighting skills, not just physical combat, but also martial arts, magical powers, or the operation of laws. In the dynamic vision of his [Love Brain], There is nowhere to hide.
It can be said that his vision is strong enough to predict the future, but just like that, it was suppressed by the wind who didn't even know how to visualize objects!
?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? This skill that relies on talent and rules that have been honed over time, the other party actually learned it just by watching it once? It¡¯s simply not too outrageous!
At this moment, he recalled the image of his childhood Feng being forced into the ring by the gods to compete with other sons of gods, and ended up brutally torturing the sons of gods. That was a humiliation that they could never wash away in their lifetimes, and no one even thought about it until the end. Feng's true strength was forced out.
It is also for this reason that the gods believe that Feng is the genius with the strongest divine blood among all the sons of gods.
But, isn¡¯t he a loser? This genius is lazy all day long and can¡¯t even understand the rules. How can a person who doesn¡¯t practice much at all easily suppress himself, the son of a god who practices day and night?
Feng had no mood swings, but his tone was slightly doubtful: "Did I suppress you? But I haven't felt that inexplicable impulse yet." (Remember this website's website address: www.hlnovel.com