I, Suiren, will teach Ziyi how to make stockings.

The witch clan is good at fighting. With these 108 brown spears, Hou Tu, the ancestor of witches, is very much looking forward to showing the power of the 108 brown spears. Now that Kunpeng has appeared, they can be used in battle.

"Kunpeng, please teach me." This time, Kunpeng learned his lesson and did not use his claws directly. Instead, he took out a small tower and a long spear.

The small tower is used for defense and suppression, and the long spear is transformed from the Northern Xuanyuan Water Control Flag and is used for fighting.

"Then teach me." He took a step forward, and one hundred and eight brown spears began to spread out like peacocks behind Hou Tu, the ancestor of witches.

"Buzz." The spear flew across the sky, the laws raged, and the rhyme of Tao was everywhere. As Hou Tu raised her hand, the spear flew out and stabbed Kunpeng mercilessly.

"Not good!" Kunpeng's face changed drastically as he swung his spear to block, because he could not withstand the power of the spear. He had to use the recoil force to fly backwards and avoid this violent attack.

"Boom." Kunpeng avoided the spear, and the spear directly sank into the ground. The ground made a loud bang and a wave of dust rose into the sky.

However, just as the dust wave rose into the air, it suddenly trembled and began to condense in the opposite direction, surrounding the spear.

"Hahaha, this is really fun." He raised his hand and the spear flew back, surrounding Hou Tu Zu Wu and turning into circular barriers, guarding Hou Tu Zu Wu.

The witch clan has no soul and cannot use magic weapons.

Now that Hou Tu, the ancestor of witches, has condensed her spirit, she can easily control magic weapons.

After giving the magic weapon a try, Hou Tu, the ancestor of witches, realized the horror of the magic weapon and couldn't help laughing, thinking it was very funny.

At this time, Hou Tu, the ancestor of witches, was like a child who had never played with toys before. Everything was new to her.

"Damn, I feel like I can't win." Standing in the distance, Kunpeng's eyelids twitched.

Kunpeng felt that he could not defeat Hou Tu, the ancestor of witches.

You know, it was just a spear just now. If Hou Tu, the ancestor of witches, mobilized 108 brown spears, how would he deal with it?

"Kunpeng, continue." With a chuckle, Hou Tu, the ancestor of witches, mobilized the power of origin and quickly added it to the eighteen spears.

Eighteen is a very impressive number, for example, the Eighteen Arhats in Western religions sound very impressive.

For example, the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms in the martial arts world is extremely powerful;

The eighteen levels of hell are terrifying just to hear;

Even some people would say before they die that they will be a brave man again in eighteen years.

The most exaggerated thing is that some movies and TV shows can only be watched after you are 18 years old.

At this time, Hou Tu, the ancestor of witches, mobilized eighteen spears and directly locked onto Kunpeng.

"Hou Tu, your spear is powerful, but how fast can you be?" With a tap of his toes, Kunpeng burst into speed and began to circle around Hou Tu.

"The way of wind?" With a slight smile, Hou Tu, the ancestor of witches, shook her head, feeling a little disappointed with Kunpeng.

At this moment, more original power appeared on the 108 brown spears, giving them a lustrous luster.

If you look closely, you can find that these 108 brown spears have many runes, not only with space attributes, but also with lightning attributes and time attributes.

"Buzz!" Just as Kunpeng was about to attack, the 108 brown spears disappeared in an instant, and only one appeared in the hands of Hou Tu, the ancestor of witches.

"Never mind, attack." Kunpeng thought it was a good thing that the 107 brown spears disappeared, because this way, Hou Tu, the ancestor of witches, would have less defense.

Of course, Kunpeng was not careless either. The Demon Master Monument appeared in the air and suppressed Hou Tu. The long spear emitted a cold light and smashed towards Hou Tu, the ancestor of witches.

"Boom." The moment Kunpeng made his move, the void suddenly cracked, and a brown spear stabbed at Kunpeng's back.

Kunpeng reacted quickly, and the small tower trembled violently, just in time to block the brown spear. A muffled sound erupted.

However, Kunpeng only blocked one spear. The remaining 106 brown spears covered Kunpeng in all directions, leaving him no chance to dodge.

"Boom..." As 106 brown spears appeared from all directions, Kunpeng became emo again. He felt that the heaven and earth were shaking. Every time a spear fell, it carried the power to destroy the world, making Kunpeng miserable.