Feng Jiu raised his eyebrows and sneered, and said, "Bloodline affection? Just what kind of bloodline affection do you dare to tell me? Really, when my father is down, I will be deceived by Feng Mansion? Taking charge of my Feng Family? Are you also worthy? "
Hearing this, the faces of the people in the second room changed and then changed again. Looking at this woman who no longer covered up, her words were sharp and indifferent, they knew at this moment that she was playing with them when she opened her head!
She never thought of letting them be in charge of Feng's house, never thought of letting them be in charge of Feng's house!She deliberately wanted to humiliate them and embarrass them!
"Good, Feng Qingge! Good! Good!"
The middle-aged man was so angry that he gritted his teeth and gave his injured and unconscious son to the people behind him to take care of him. He strode towards her and said angrily, "Today, let me take care of you on behalf of Fengxiao!"
Seeing the middle-aged man walking towards her, the eight Feng Wei's expressions changed slightly, and said, "He is the second room that just entered Wuzong last month. No matter how good the eldest is, she only depends on her agility, I'm afraid she will lose out on him."
"Let's go up and help! Dare to insult the eldest lady on the site of Feng Mansion? This is just a death hunt!"
"Yes, really treat us as a decoration?"
"go!"
A few people drank, and just stepped forward. At this moment, they saw that Lengshuang came over and blocked their way.
"Don't make trouble for the master."
The cold voice and the expressionless look made her look like an iceberg beauty alive, and the tight black clothes gave her a touch of coldness, a bit less feminine softness. It's just cold.
"He is Wu Zong, can the master deal with it?" Luo Yu was slightly startled, and when he asked this, he felt a little strange.
Leng Shuang has been with the master for a long time. If the master can't deal with it, she should be the first to rush up, but now she is here to stop them, she can only say...
The master's strength is enough to deal with the middle-aged man of Wuzong level?
hiss!is it possible?
Thinking of this, he gasped, staring at the white figure in a daze.
When the other people heard this, they also looked at the white figure in a strange way.
They have seen her enchanting and dazzling in red. It is a kind of wanton arrogance. She exudes a light of confidence and honor. Now she is dressed in white in the matinee. She was gentle and graceful when she first saw her. The feeling of harm is like a docile sheep, without any aggressiveness.
However, this is just an illusion when I first saw it, otherwise, the young man would not cry so sternly.
Thinking of the stick she shot down, several people trembled, swallowed their saliva and clamped their legs unconsciously.
Worried about her?Maybe they are really worried.
In the martial arts field, Feng Jiu, holding a round wooden stick, watched the middle-aged man strode angrily as he raised his palm with a dark energy and slapped her face.
She raised her brows, threw the round wooden stick in her hand back, and directly attacked with her bare hands, buckling his slapped wrist at a strange speed.
The step under his feet moved in a dislocation, and the moment he flashed sideways, he twisted the clasped wrist down and back, twisted it off with a click, and put his other hand on his shoulder at the same time, and rolled his entire arm down.
"Hiss!"
Unexpected pain hits, causing the middle-aged man to scream, more shock and horror...