Although her strange attacking moves are quite lethal, but two fists are hard to beat four hands. If she can't handle it, it will help her!
As soon as those people rushed up, Song Mi'er also took the pan to greet him. Although she was petite, her strength was not small, and the fighting power was not covered, especially when the pan in her hand was slapped, the guards had to give way. Minute.
When Feng Jiu came to this West Street, he saw a place surrounded by a lot of people, but couldn't squeeze forward. So he walked to the second floor of a tea house facing the street and sat down and ordered a pot of tea. Drinking.
When Feng Jiuyi approached this side, Tun Yun noticed her breath, looked up and saw the master sitting on the second floor of the tea house leaning on the fence and looking down.
Feng Jiu glanced at Tunyun, smiled, and winked at it.
Seeing this, Tun Yun squatted aside and watched Song Mi'er deal with the dozen or so guards by herself. At this sight, she was surprised. She originally thought that she might not be able to beat so many guards by herself, but she didn't expect to deal with it. More than enough.
On the second floor, while drinking tea, Feng Jiu watched the fight below, and couldn't help but laugh when he saw Song Mi'er's attacking moves were entirely in the style of cooking.
She didn't even know that there was such a martial art?Moreover, looking at her technique, her practice is not so good.
In her opinion, Song Mi'er didn't treat those people as opponents at all, but treated them as some kind of dishes.I don't know how she did it, her skill is really good, and none of the eleven people is her opponent.
She took a sip of tea, and saw that the middle-aged man moved his hands slightly, as if something slipped through his sleeves. The next moment, a hidden weapon struck Song Mi'er.
Feng Jiu flicked his hand and a stream of air flowed over, knocking down the hidden weapon that hit Song Mi'er. At the same time, he raised his hand, and a few drops of tea flew out and instantly condensed into ice and hit the middle-aged man's limbs.
"Hiss!"
With a scream, the middle-aged man's body twitched, and then he fell down, his lips quivered, and his body was cold. After a while, his face was covered with frost and white, even his eyebrows. Also frozen into ice.
"Master Wei!"
When the guards who were knocked to the ground saw the appearance of the middle-aged man, they couldn't help but came to his side and helped him up.
"Quick! Send Master Wei back quickly!"
The guards yelled nervously, and they didn't care about the fight any more, they carried the person back with all hands and feet, and went straight to Wei's house.
"Huh! Do you think I am a soft persimmon? Dare to bully me and ask if my pan is?" Song Mi'er snorted softly, raised her chin, showing a triumphant smile, and shook her hand, lethal. Pan.
Tunyun stepped forward and stepped on her foot with his paw.
"What's the matter?" Song Mi'er asked, looking down at the fat pet on her feet.
Tun Yun glanced at the second floor of the tea house, then ran to the second floor.
When Song Mi'er looked up, she saw Feng Jiu in a red dress sitting on the second floor, smiling at her with tea in her hand. Seeing this, she couldn't help but called out in surprise.
"Sister is back!" happily followed Tunyun to the second floor, sat down at the table on the second floor, looked at Feng Jiu, and said, "Sister, when did you come back? Why are you here? ?"
Feng Jiu smiled, and said, "I just arrived there for a while, and I heard that you were fighting with someone here, so come and have a look."