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Chapter 440: Mountains are not mountains, water is not water

In the backyard, the daily grinding battle continues.

Since there have not been as many guests coming to the post station recently, the five Songzhou people who were detained for labor reform have also been idle - so, out of boredom, these five Songzhou people simply joined the labor camp. The grinding procession began to compete for the right to grind the two millstones.

Four people grab two millstones. Although there is competition, everyone can still get some time. But if it is nine people grabbing two millstones, that is another matter.

The intensity of the battle escalated directly, and the nine evil spirit masters began to inward crazily.

Of course, a battle of this level is not entertaining to Du Chengfeng. After all, ordinary evil spirit masters can't do anything that can make him shine - not to mention that these people have all been removed. Weapons, without weapons, an evil spirit master is as weak as a dog with its claws removed.

Except for those five people from Songzhou. Although they did not hold weapons, the tattoos on their bodies were already filled with blood. There was a lot of evil energy between their fists and feet. For a while, they actually suppressed the four martial arts masters and were fighting. .

"Is this... a special way to condense the evil spirit?"

Du Chengfeng, who was watching the battle from a distance, frowned slightly.

Speaking of which, he had done related experiments. It should have been not long after he gained the power. At that time, he was very curious about the mechanism of evil spirit. As we all know, killing people with weapons will be infected with evil spirit. This is considered common sense among the public, so the question arises, if you only rely on fists and kicks to beat someone to death, where will the evil spirit affect you?
However, he was curious, and he had never had time to do this experiment. After all, this experiment was not very humane. Later, he simply forgot about it. However, he vaguely remembered that even if he killed someone with his bare hands, as long as he brought a knife, the evil spirit would still be transferred to his knife.

Du Chengfeng summed it up this way.

"Actually... can you still play like this?"

After watching it for a while, Du Chengfeng roughly understood how this thing works.

"So...that's what happened."

"Normal logic is often not applicable... In other words, who defines the concept of normal?"

Compared with common evil spirits, Songzhou people's ancestral spirit worship is quite biased. Those evil spirit masters occasionally pass by Songzhou, and when they fight with these Songzhou people, they often use these strange and strange methods that they have never seen before. The car overturned on the spot - but now in Du Chengfeng's sight, the mystery of these strange and unknown methods had been unveiled.

Du Chengfeng, who had just eaten two rabbits, was deeply touched by this, and even the way he looked at the five Songzhou people began to change.

Whether it was evil spirits or fists and kicks, they gradually became blurred. What appeared in Du Chengfeng's sight at the moment were only five flowing aggregations of mental power. With these consciousness bodies shouting the shouts of the ancestors, their images It became more condensed and more solid - perhaps this primitive cry was indeed useful, just because another vague mental power did reflect on them, making them fight harder and hit harder.

After all, he still remembered that these Songzhou people were the descendants of Wu Zhao's tribe back then. He wanted to ask Wu Zhao if he knew that his descendants could actually do such outrageous things.

Indeed, these Songzhou people are fighting with bare hands, but in the eyes of these Songzhou people, it is the ancestral spirits who are guiding them to fight - in other words, it can be understood that these Songzhou people have imagined that A weapon called "Ancestral Spirit", but this weapon is not like an ordinary weapon that can be used to cut people, but can be attached to their bodies, strengthen their bodies, and provide them with corresponding tactical guidance.

"It's a new way of playing."

It's just fresh, and it hasn't been able to get strong yet, just because the battle situation in the backyard has changed now - maybe because they finally got out of their temper, or maybe because these five Songzhou people fighting in a group are too bullying, The four evil spirit masters finally started to exert their strength.

"Is this the ancestral spirit...by imitating the posture of a strong man?"

It's a wonderful mechanism, but it fits this idealistic world that has seen ghosts. Anyway, as long as you see the handle of the knife, you will think that it is a swordsman. Of course, the swordsman kills people with a knife - as for whether he uses a knife or not, this It doesn't matter, the whole process is full of subjective conjectures that can be thought of by just patting your head, but this kind of nonsense can be managed successfully.

Du Chengfeng observed it with interest. He had never seen this thing before.

Du Chengfeng was stunned. He suddenly wanted to resurrect Wu Zhao again.

Of course there is no answer to this question. No one can say exactly which specific person the concept of normality comes from. The so-called normality is more like a trend or a consensus - after all, if it is mentioned alone, No one would say that they are abnormal, even those evil monsters would say that they are normal, but they just look different from the general public.

But there is no need to ask about this kind of thing. Wu Zhao may still know about it. After all, when Wu Zhao fought with him, he also exposed this technique of using tattoos.

The first thing that came into Du Chengfeng's sight was the swordsman named Beidou. This swordsman was the first to fight back. Although he didn't have a sword in his hand, this swordsman used his fingers as swords and practiced some stabbing. He was able to force him with just one person. Retreat the two big men from Songzhou.

"In short, the same old theory may not always work...We must look at things with a changing perspective."

It is precisely because of this operating logic that the evil spirits of these Songzhou people are directly attributed to the "ancestral spirits", and the reflection of the ancestral spirits in reality is the tattoos on these Songzhou people.

Such a posture reminded Du Chengfeng of another swordsman he was familiar with.

But unlike the little Cui swordsman he knew, this Beidou obviously followed a different style. If the route Cui Yuan took was the ultimate sharpness, then what Beidou was good at was the ultimate precision - every time he made a move By pointing and pricking, Beidou could accurately point to the most uncomfortable position of the two Songzhou people. Even though these two Songzhou people were protected by their ancestral spirits, they still complained of being beaten.

The two Songzhou people didn't even know why it was like this. They were obviously the party with the numerical advantage, but at this moment, the two of them seemed to be surrounded by just one person.

Deep in the battle, they really didn't know why, but Du Chengfeng, as a bystander, could see it clearly.

In Du Chengfeng's sight, the consciousness called Beidou was constantly rotating. Unlike the vague human-like consciousness displayed by those Songzhou people, this swordsman's consciousness was more like a star. The bright star - and now, this star is rotating skillfully around the two Songzhou people, deftly passing all the attacks of the two Songzhou people, and then targeting the weaknesses of the two Songzhou people, Take a vicious pounding.

"The power of the stars...?"

Seeing that the stream of light that existed at the level of consciousness was even gradually reflected on Beidou's fingertips in reality, Du Chengfeng nodded slowly.

Of course, this cannot be the real power of stars. Du Chengfeng has learned some basic astronomy. You must know that most of the stars that can be seen in the night sky are stars. The terrifying high temperature alone It's not something that humans can withstand - but compared to the real star power, this imaginary star power seems to be easier to use. At least the swordsman named Beidou was very happy to use it.

Indeed, judging from this performance of the power of the stars, the swordsman named Beidou's understanding of the stars is only half a bucket of water, but what about half a bucket of water? Isn’t it useful to use half a bucket of water?
Because it is only half a bucket of water, it is easier to carry!
"It's also a way..."

Thinking like this, Du Chengfeng's eyes turned to Beidou's side, the evil spirit master named Su Youfang.

Compared with Beidou's mental strength, which is as solid as stars, Su Youfang's mental strength is relatively scattered. Just looking at the vague appearance, it is not even as good as the few people from Songzhou opposite - and the facts have proved that Su Youfang's mental strength is relatively scattered. It was indeed not as good as those Songzhou people, just because only one of those Songzhou people could hold down Su Youfang's head and beat him.

Even though Su Youfang had resisted vigorously, his meager resistance still could not shake the Songzhou man in front of him. With the blessing of the ancestral spirit, the Songzhou man was invincible.

Until Beidou next to him got punched.

Facts have proved that the imaginary stars are not real stars after all, and it is a bit too forced to imitate the stars with human bodies-not to mention that the stars themselves sometimes collide, let alone the human body. Under the offensive of the two Songzhou people, Beidou's orbital operation logic was finally caught. The two Songzhou men punched Beidou directly and knocked it over on the spot. It was true that Beidou fell to the ground, but beside Beidou, the evil spirit master named Su Youfang had undergone changes that were visible to the naked eye.

"You... how dare you hit my brother!"

Su Youfang raised his fist and rushed forward, with a fierce force like a prairie fire!
It was the blood that was constantly flowing through his body, and the anger that was almost solidified.

"Is it emotionally arousing..."

Du Chengfeng touched his chin while watching the battle.

In his sight, Su Youfang's mental energy was originally quite scattered, but when Beidou was knocked to the ground, those scattered mental energy were ignited in an instant - Su Youfang's whole body at this moment Like a ball of flame, no grass grows wherever it goes.

Even from such a distance, Du Chengfeng could still feel the anger in Su Youfang's chest.

Du Chengfeng has actually seen a lot about emotional drives. As the saying goes, anger starts from the heart and evil comes from the side. Anger can indeed make people braver and more aggressive in a short period of time - after all, it is not This is how the weapons with less evil spirit were born. These weapons were originally made of ordinary iron, but someone used them to carry out some brutal vendettas. If they killed more people, they would naturally be infected with evil spirit.

But it's been seen before, and this is the first time for Du Chengfeng to observe directly like this.

“So that’s how it works.”

Du Chengfeng nodded slowly.

Different from Beidou's solid condensation method, the mental fluctuations caused by emotional agitation are more like raging waves. It may be lacking in solidity, but this explosive power also brings it The majestic power - and when this power was reflected on Su Youfang, it was the current unbridled blow. With the support of this anger, Su Youfang, who was originally unable to defeat even a Songzhou person, With one against three, he helped Beidou break the siege.

"But I remember that his previous playing style was not like this..."

Thinking of this, Du Chengfeng turned his eyes again to Hu Sanbian, who was fighting with another Songzhou man.

If he remembered correctly, the playing styles of Su Youfang and old liar Hu Sanbian were actually the same. Of course, there must be differences in terms of subdivisions, but overall they were pretty much the same - but at the moment, it seemed that, Driven by anger, the relatively young Su Youfang embarked on another path.

On the contrary, the old liar Hu Sanbian still insisted on the defensive counterattack and luring the snake out of its hole. In Du Chengfeng's sight, the image of the old liar Hu Sanbian gradually turned into a dark and poisonous snake.

This is in line with Du Chengfeng's understanding of this style of play. The person who has the deepest experience in luring snakes out of their holes is naturally the poisonous snake himself. Obviously, the old liar Hu Sanbian also thinks so. Although Hu Sanbian dodges most of the time and rarely takes the initiative, every time he takes action, he is always cunning and cunning, and gets right to the point.

Like a poisonous snake lying on the ground, quietly waiting for the opportunity to inject venom into its prey.

"But this snake... isn't very obvious."

Du Chengfeng, who had seen half of it, started to scratch his head.

What appeared in front of him was just the appearance of a pitch-black poisonous snake. It was still a bit far from a real poisonous snake. If he had to describe it, it was more like a winding and twisted black stick, and occasionally it would tremble uneasily. .

Compared to the vague human form reflecting the ancestral spirit on the opposite side, this sinuous black stick is really not enough to look at, and this is also the case. The old liar Hu Sanbian has not achieved any positive results so far, and can only be regarded as barely holding on. With.

"Is this the level of an ordinary evil spirit master...not firm enough, so it's always difficult to make a move?"

Thinking like this, Du Chengfeng looked at the last evil spirit master.

He suddenly realized that he seemed to be looking down on the master of evil spirits.

The last evil spirit master, if he remembered correctly, should be called Wang Tonggong. Compared with the other three people who have their own styles, this young man named Wang Tonggong uses the fighting style of the orthodox evil spirit master - also It is to drive the evil spirit in various ways, and then use the majestic evil spirit to kill the opponent head-on.

Theoretically speaking, there is no problem, after all, this is how masters of evil spirits fight.

But the problem is that Wang Tonggong is now empty-handed.

Without a weapon in hand, there is naturally no evil spirit to use. With his bare hands, Wang Tonggong can only rely on his most primitive instincts to try to hit with evil spirit while swinging his fists - this is not even what Wang Tonggong himself wants to try, but what he wants to do. He has become too accustomed to using evil spirit, and now swinging fists is not his most common fighting method. He is not used to it no matter how hard he fights.

Wang Tonggong was not adaptable here, but the people from Songzhou on the opposite side were quite adaptable, so after a lot of fists and kicks, Wang Tonggong was almost beaten to pieces on the spot.

Of course, in a physical sense, this is an exaggerated description. Those Songzhou people themselves are still undergoing labor reform, so it is naturally impossible for them to kill people in the backyard - but at the level of will, under Du Chengfeng's sight In the middle, Wang Tonggong's whole person has been really broken up. Those scattered mental efforts are here and there, and they can't even piece together a complete shape.

Just like Wang Tonggong's vague consciousness at the moment.

"After a person is knocked unconscious, will his mental strength also dissipate..."

This is the first time Du Chengfeng has seen such a scene, but if you think about it, a firm will can indeed change everything, but no matter how firm your will is, you must first ensure that you are at least conscious - of course. Some people who are determined to a certain extent may not waver even when their consciousness is unclear, but Wang Tonggong is obviously not in that category.

You must know that Wang Tonggong's mental strength was already scattered, and the beatings from Songzhou people made it worse. Just looking at the broken mental strength, there was no telling when Wang Tonggong would wake up.

"It can actually be used like this!"

After watching the entire battle, Du Chengfeng was still unsatisfied. It was the first time for him to experience such a fresh perspective.

"But I've seen enough. What time is it? Why don't we cook first... huh?"

Du Chengfeng, who was getting ready to cook, subconsciously glanced at the sky in the distance.

I saw that under what should have been a cloudless sky, there was a huge whirlpool slowly twisting.

The huge whirlpool even twisted the clouds, and for a while it was like a dark cloud covering the sky.

That was the mental whirlpool that enveloped the entire Sanshan Town.

(End of this chapter)