Liao Feng suddenly shot, and his right finger poke Feng Chenglin's eyes fiercely.

"Fuck!"

Feng Chenglin roared, his right hand suddenly lifted, and the beast-like power violently met Liao Feng's fingers.

Suddenly--

"what!"

An instant tingling on the wrist.

It was as if countless spikes penetrated his wrist in an instant.

The pain struck, his action instinctively, and the beast-shaped power gathered at the same time collapsed.

Liao Feng's hand reached his eyes in an instant!

but--

He took it in, and did not continue!

"I fuck...fuck..."

Feng Chenglin cursed continuously, shaking his hand in pain.

With the hand shake, blood spilled out.

"Fatty..."

Ling Luoyu squeezed his wrist with one hand and pressed it firmly.

"Don't move!"

The needle-like pain is not his illusion, but a real injury!

The spikes protruding from the iron ring pierced into Feng Chenglin's wrist little by little, dripping with blood.

The people around have become accustomed to the matter and are not moved.

"As long as he doesn't use his own power anymore, he won't touch the organs on Yaohuan..." Liao Feng mocked: "What do you think we are locked here for?"

"If we could use our own power, we would have already left, how could we still be here?"

"It's because of being a waste person that I am trapped here!"

Liao Feng squatted down beside Feng Chenglin: "These thorns in the ring contain slight toxins. It takes ten and a half months to recover your vitality once you enter the body!"

Feng Chenglin gritted his teeth: "Liao, you are not kind! Knowing that this thing is poisonous, you deliberately irritated me and hurt me..."

I knew it, I shouldn't have given this guy medicine for healing just now.

It's good to let him die alive! !

"I'm saving you!"

Liao Feng was scolded, but he was not angry at all.

"Because it is better to be injured in my hands than in someone else's hands..."

Suddenly raising his hand, he grabbed Feng Chenglin's wrist with one hand, pinched the Yaohuan with his fingers, and held a position.

"Crack!"

The protruding spikes retracted again.

Feng Chenglin trembled in pain, but made no sound.

"Thanks!"

Ling Luoyu calmly took Feng Chenglin's wrist and wrapped his wound with his clothes.

"You just said that it's better to be injured in your hands than in someone else's hands... what do you mean?"

Staring lightly, she quietly met Liao Feng's eyes.

"I just looked at it. Each of you has scars or calluses on your wrists... Could it be that there is any secret in this?"

"Secrets are not counted, but they are fatal..."

Liao Feng sat down cross-legged and looked at them playfully.

"Especially for you outsiders, what I say will be your magic weapon for life!"

Fengcheng Lin's air is not enough: "You..."

However, Ling Luoyu squeezed his wound, yelling in pain, and swallowed again.

Ling Luoyu raised his eyebrows slightly, and a smile faded from Ling Luoyu's black eyes: "Sorry, I didn't mean it..."

Feng Chenglin: "..."

know!

You are intent! !

But Liao Feng deliberately injured him, obviously because of grace and revenge.

Why not let him say it! ?

"Yaohuan is something that senses power. As long as you have the cultivation base, the moment the cultivation base hits your body, it is equivalent to opening the Yaohuan's mechanism, and the consequences of opening...you know!"

"Is there no way to avoid it?" Feng Chenglin gritted his teeth unwillingly.

"Have!"