Namco smiled and said: "This guy's kung fu is not very good, but his mouth is really good. When he scolds people, it's very unpleasant."
His throwing technique was very clever. Zhuifeng's back fell to the ground. He only felt a burst of pain, and then he could move his limbs.
Zhuifeng jumped up and looked at Namtso with horror in his eyes.
He had always thought that the other party was just plotting a sneak attack, and he was the one who fell into the trap. Little did he know that the skill Namu Tso had shown just now was so brilliant that he would never be able to do it if he asked himself!
"Hey, kid, who are you to her? Husband? Or lover?" Namco pointed his finger calmly and asked carelessly.
Zhui Feng couldn't help but blush, and then said angrily: "What nonsense are you talking about? I am nobody!"
"What, you are not human?" Namco stared at him and laughed loudly.
Zhui Feng's face turned red to his ears: "What I mean is that I am not her husband, nor her lover." How could he have the courage to take advantage of his master's beloved girl
Namco stopped laughing and looked at him suspiciously, "Then you secretly admire her?"
"No!" Zhui Feng said angrily.
He found that he was no match for this man, but the princess fell into his hands. What should he do? Should he rush forward and fight this man to let the princess escape? Or did he find an opportunity to steal it and rush back to report it to the emperor
He couldn't make up his mind for a moment.
"Hey, brat, your eyes are rolling around, you're obviously up to no good! You can't even try to deceive me!" Namco stretched out his big palm, leaned forward, and suddenly pressed Zhui Feng's shoulder.
Zhui Feng shrank his shoulders and avoided his grasp at the last moment. Then he reached out with his right hand to his waist, and there was already a soft whip like a silver snake.
This was his portable weapon, and he could not use it easily. At this moment, he knew that he had met a powerful opponent, and he could not care about the martial arts rules. The opponent was so powerful that he would never be a match if he didn't use weapons.
He swung his silver whip with strong wind and whipped it towards Namco's face at an extremely tricky angle.
"Hehe, you have the nerve to show off your little skills! You are really bad at using the whip. Let me teach you what it means to be an ancestor who uses a whip!" Namco said with a cold look on his face.
Zhui Feng suddenly felt the tip of his whip tightening, and Namtso had already grasped it tightly.
He was shocked, grabbed it back with all his strength, and shouted: "Let go!"
Namco smiled and said, "Okay, just let me go and give it back to you!" He suddenly let go.
Zhui Feng was exerting himself, but he didn't expect the other party to say let go, so he used all his strength on himself. He only felt a pain in his chest, as if he was hit hard by a big hammer, his throat was sweet, and he spit out a mouthful of blood. .
All he saw was a flash of silver light in front of his eyes, a swishing sound, and the silver whip he swung out was wrapped around him by some clever move by Nammu.
He couldn't dodge, and was actually wrapped into a rice dumpling shape by his own silver whip, unable to move at once.
"You brat, are you convinced? Have you mastered this skill?" Namco laughed proudly when he saw his embarrassed look.
Zhui Feng blushed, ashamed.
Although he knew that he was no match, he never expected that he would lose before even finishing a single move. Not only was he beaten to the point of vomiting blood, but he was also restrained and unable to move by his own weapon.
If the master sees this, there will be no room for his face.